Page 27 of A Perfect Holiday
It took several moments for her to come back down to earth, and I grasped her by the back of the neck, holding her tight and secure.
“I love you, Verity.”
“I love you, Boone.” Her eyes flew open. “You’re still hard. You didn’t…”
I chuckled. “No, I was too busy watching you.” She pushed on my shoulders, and I flipped onto my back.
She straddled my hips and slid back onto me, and I groaned. She started to move, this time watching my face, dipping down and kissing my mouth, her lips moist and teasing. Hot, mind-bending pulses ran up and down my cock, building and building until I cried out and my hips left the bed.
“I like this watching thing,” she said a few minutes later when we were cuddled up and drifting closer to sleep.
I grinned. “Watching you does big things to a guy’s ego, sugar.”
She tightened her arms around me, still trembling a little. “Well, Boone, you got the swoon,” she whispered unevenly. “You do some pretty spectacular things yourself.”
I grinned and snuggled closer.
“They’re real,” she said, softly, breathing out a contented sigh.
“What?” I whispered back.
“Miracles, Boone. Magical miracles.”
Epilogue
VERITY
Christmas dawned bright and beautiful, and I heard the patter of feet on the wood floor. Nudging my husband, I said. “Looks like Santa came. Let’s see what he brought.”
“Right,” he murmured sleepily. “Can I get my present now?” He slipped his hand up my naked body. It seemed that I was naked all the time now, which was wonderful, since my muscled hottie of a man was also quite gloriously naked.
“Look at that,” I said. “I don’t even have to unwrap you.”
He chuckled, slapped me on the butt, which made me yelp and jump, then swung out of bed taking his impressive morning wood with him.
He gave me a completely wicked grin, “Later. We’ve got some kids who are beside themselves.”
“Right. Kids.” I said focusing on his face again, and he laughed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his chest bare. I dressed and glanced at the closed bathroom door.
“He’s fine. I checked him in the middle of the night.”
I smiled and opened the bedroom door. Duel plowed into me, and it was a good thing Boone was right at my back. That kid packed a wallop.
“Santa came! Santa came!”
“Wow!” I said as I pulled him into my arms, giving him a morning kiss. Henry was right behind him, trying to be a mature eight-year-old, but his eyes were dancing.
Boone swung him up into his arms. “First presents, then Christmas brunch with everyone,” Boone said as I followed him out to the living room.
Our kids—God it felt so good to say that—tore into the presents, Duel jumping up and down about his big wheel.
Our presents littered the coffee table, and wrapping paper was scattered all over the floor. I looked around, acting confused.
“Boone,” I said, “I think there are a couple missing.”
“Really,” he acted surprised and dismayed. “Let me look.”
As he left, I said, “Come here, you two.”
