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No words, just action. She pulled him down and claimed his mouth. She melted into him and feeling her fit against him so perfect had his dick hard as steel. That would come later. Right now he needed to have her in his arms, feel her warm breath across his face and see her sweet expression fade to pure happiness.

She was his home, his forever and pure, sweet heaven.

Tiny barking and whimpering broke the magical spell and she pulled back from him.

“What is that?” He turned, and Ivy pulled from his arms.

“Oh.” She laughed and ducked around the corner. She popped back out, but wasn’t alone. “This is the newest addition to our family. Aspen, meet little Ollie. Little Ollie, meet Aspen.”

He accepted the bundle of energetic fur. “Little Ollie, huh?” He smiled and struggled to hold onto the guy as he lavished them with sloppy kisses.

She nodded. “Merry Christmas, Aspen.”

“Merry Christmas to you, baby. When I get you home don’t expect to be wearing any clothes until after the new year.” He pulled her in for another kiss. “You’ve given me more than I could have ever dreamed of.” He touched the ring on her finger with a gentle touch. “Your heart will forever be safe in my care.”

“I know.” She looked at him with complete and utter awe so much so it squeezed his heart and he made a promise to himself right then and there. His angel would never feel alone or unloved again. Not while he breathed.

EPILOGUE

Ivy slipped the pages of her planner open to where the silk red ribbon marked the day. Three days ago she was New York bound. Now she was simply snowbound and engaged.

And so well sated she could barely walk. Her body hummed with pleasure and she couldn’t wait to get back upstairs and have Aspen ravish her all over again.

She looked around her and marveled at having a hunky fireman and a wonderful B&B filled with happy memories and ready to make many more. Somehow she saw this all going a bit differently when she boarded the plane to Dixen.

Mr. Langley had taken the news of her change of plans with ease and wished her well. Now she was free to do what she wanted.

A small growl came near her feet and she bent to scoop up the vicious creature trying to make the hem of her pajama bottoms his latest conquest.

“You, my dear, need a break from your destructive streak.”

Max lifted his head as if to agree before slipping back into his morning nap.

Ivy planted a kiss on the top of the pup’s head and placed him in his makeshift kennel Aspen had rigged out of boxes. The man was more than handy with a roll of duct tape and a pair of scissors. Back at the counter she focused on her to-do list which actually consisted of things to get done rather than life goals. Learning the difference between the two had been a painful learning curve, but it all turned out okay.

She ran a pencil down the list.

Make vet appointment

Replace Rudolph slippers puppy ate for breakfast

Pick up new collar puppy also ate for breakfast

Go grocery shopping, so they could have breakfast

Below that in a familiar black scrawl another note read:

Have dinner with Aspen and puppy, he promises to behave, puppy too

Where: Your bedroom by the fireplace

Dress code: Naked.

On the menu: your pussy

Time: 7 p.m.

Signed: Your big Dix man

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