Page 507 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
I wiggled my ass for him. “I want it. Fuck me, baby.”
He dropped his hips and gave me every inch he had. I cried out. He drove in hard and deep. I took all of him, and he thrust wildly, making me come within seconds. The inside of my thighs dripped. He smacked my ass again and my knees buckled. He held me up, used the hand on the back of my neck to turn my face to him, and kissed me.
“Harder,” I mumbled against his lips.
He gave me what I wanted. I moaned and whimpered. He growled deep in his chest. I felt him swell inside me. All at once, he broke. I came when he pressed his teeth into the side of my neck and moaned my name. My thighs trembled and my insides burst, and when we were done, he scooped me up and carried me all the way to his bed, where he laid me down gently and showered me with kisses.
Still in my dress, I told him I had something for him.
He was insatiable tonight. He moved in behind me while I lay on my side. Once more, he pushed my dress up, exposing my legs and my ass. His fingers moved back to my pussy. I was so wet he slid right in, three digits, full and deep.
I moaned.
“I’m trying to show you something,” I breathed.
“So show me.”
“You’re not making it easy.”
He moved his fingers slowly. In and out. In and out. “Go on.”
Breathless and so aroused, I pulled a folded-up napkin out of my bra and unfolded it. It was covered in messy writing. The ink was stained, but I knew what it said.
“What is that?” he asked.
I bit my bottom lip as his fingers found a particularly glorious rhythm. “When I got drunk at the fundraiser, I wrote down all my favorite memories from the month. Each and every one of them has you in it. Look.” I paused as he fucked me harder and reached behind to grab his wrist, forcing him to slow down. “Let me show you. Sneaking out of the Times Square store. Seeing you at the Christmas Market with all the kids. Helping the VIP shoppers and then getting locked in the closet.”
He kissed my shoulder. “That’s one of my favorite memories, too. Your pussy was just as wet then as it is now.”
I rolled my hips, grinding against him. Most of the other writing was too smudged to read, but I hoped he got the point. “I just wanted to show you this because I know we’re moving fast, but I’m madly in love with you, and I can’t picture my life without you.”
He cupped my cheek and kissed me. I rolled onto my back, opening my legs for him once more. If he wanted to spend his whole night between my thighs, I would let him. My body loved the way he worshiped it.
“I can’t picture my life without you, either,” he said.
As we lay there, tangled up in each other, breathless and sweaty and full of need, I knew in my heart that I had finally found my family and my home.
My forever.
EPILOGUE
CHADWICK
Christmas Day,
Hugh hurried around behind me as I made a lap of the Bamford’s Christmas float for the parade. It was Christmas Day, and I’d had a good morning so far.
A very good morning.
To be fair, I was exhausted, but that hadn’t impeded mine and Tinsely’s ability to enjoy our first Christmas morning together. We’d slept in as long as our schedule would permit, complained about having to go to the parade while we showered, and spent the last hour we had to ourselves lounging on my sofa by the tree.
“Sir,” Hugh said after we made our lap of the float, “where is Tinsely? Shouldn’t she be here by now?”
“She’s putting her costume on.” I stopped at the bottom of the stairs to the float and looked up. About fifteen feet up was Santa’s chair on our float, which had been designed to look like a part of the North Pole. Candy canes grew out of the top of the float, which was covered in fake, sparkly white snow. Santa’s chair looked more like a giant gold throne, and the right armrest had a cushion on it for Tinsely to sit on.
Hugh looked around. “The parade starts in four minutes. You need to be up in your chair. Where’s your hat? Do you have everything? Did you do the sound test with the microphone? Remember, no swearing. This is a family-friendly event. The last thing we need is bad PR about a literal Naughty Santa on Christmas day.”
“Hughie, will you relax? We’ve got this in the bag.”
