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She wriggles beneath me until she’s sitting upright. After plumping the pillows behind her, she reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length. She squeezes, then bends forward, and flicks her tongue over my weeping slit.

“Ah, fuck.”

My cock jerks toward her as though it’s crying out for more. She lets go of me and grabs her tits, pushing them together.

“Is this okay?”

My mouth falls open. I almost come. I have to squeeze my eyes closed and think of something non-sexy. Once I regain a little control over my body, I edge closer, grab myself at the root, and slide my dick into her cleavage.

“Oh, man. I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”

I begin to move back and forth. The more she squeezes her boobs around my dick, the less control I have. My balls tighten as my orgasm builds.

“Fuck, I’m com—” I don’t get to finish the sentence. I explode, spurting cum all over her tits and her neck. “God, I love you,” I groan, my orgasm going on and on.

Shit! It slipped out in the throes of ecstasy.

I gaze down at her, and her throat bobs as she swallows. I hold my breath. This could go either way.

She folds her arms around my neck and pulls me on top of her.

“Ciaran?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

Chapter 22

Millie

I wake on Christmas morning to the sound of rain smattering against the glass. I roll onto my side and smile at Ciaran, who’s gazing down at me, his head propped on his hand.

“How long have you been awake?” I ask, stretching my arms overhead.

I moved into Ciaran’s room after Nate’s untimely arrival. Once he flies home to LA, I wonder whether Ciaran will ask me to stay with him. If he does, I’m not sure what I’ll say. I mean, I want to, but it might feel too much like living together. I’m not sure either of us is ready for that. Having my own separate room at least gives the illusion we're only dating. Since we both said, “I love you”, our relationship has moved forward so fast, and making that final commitment seems too brave a step.

“Not long.”

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yep.” He pulls a slow smile. “Does that creep you out?”

“No.” I lean in for a kiss. He tastes all minty fresh, which means he must have already used the bathroom. I sling the covers to one side. “Need to brush my teeth.”

I quickly freshen up then scooch back under the covers. There’s a definite chill in the air, probably because the heating hasn’t kicked in yet, and I snuggle into his side. He’s always warm, like my own personal electric blanket.

“Do you want your present now or later?”

I rise up on an elbow. “You got me a present?”

He rolls his eyes. “Duh. It’s Christmas, and you’re my girlfriend. Of course I got you a present.”

Good thing I got him one, too. Since Ciaran and I became an item, Declan has refused to take any rent from me at all, even though I fought him on the issue until he told me, in no uncertain terms, that if I continued to argue he’d throw me out on the street. It was a joke—at least I think it was—but it had shut me up. The good thing is that I can put what I would have spent on rent into savings, which comes in handy for occasions such as Christmases and birthdays.

I sit up, cross-legged, and wrap the covers around my shoulders, my excitement palpable. “Now, please.”

Ciaran reaches into his nightstand drawer and removes two beautifully wrapped gifts, each one decorated with a red-and-white striped bow.

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