Page 22 of Beards and Holly

“I love you, baby.”

“I want to give you a present, now,” she purrs. Looking down at her, I see the naughty thoughts swirling in her eyes as she falls to her knees. This is about to be a very merry Christmas.

Damn, this woman is magic, and I’m such a lucky man to enjoy it.

EPILOGUE

FIVE YEARS LATER

Holly Darling

The Mad Vine was busy tonight, and I’m grateful for Jenson making the effort of calling ahead for a reservation. Life has gotten so busy with two kids and my business to run. Tonight, the kids were with Daphne and Layton, and we’re free to have an evening to ourselves, which rarely happens these days.

“Right this way,” the friendly hostess says, waving us to a corner table.

The atmosphere here is my favorite, along with the wine, of course. Wild vines curl up the thick posts throughout the upscale restaurant and the lighting is low. The place sets a romantic mood, and after a long day with the kids pulling at me and tossing their lunches on me, it feels good to be here.

Tonight, the place is full of adults, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I love my kids, but for just a few hours, I’d like to just relax and feel like a woman instead of just a mom.

The way my husband looks at me tonight makes me hopeful.

We take our seats, Jenson sliding up close next to me.

“Damn, I’ve missed you, Jolly Holly. I don’t think you’ve looked at me like that in a week.”

I laugh. “Like what?”

“Like you want to devour me. There’s something in the air tonight, I think.”

“Truthfully, it’s been a long few weeks, and it feels so good to be out, just the two of us.”

“I know, baby. Christmas was crazy this year with the two gremlins.”

I nod but sigh. “But I love them so much.”

“Me, too. It’s crazy to think back to the days when I didn’t want kids. Now, I count my blessings everyday. I can’t imagine my life without them. Or you,” he says then kisses my nose.

The waiter comes by and takes our orders. I ask about Andy, the owner, but of course, he’s home with his beautiful wife tonight and not manning the restaurant.

Jenson and I enjoy our meal and take our time finishing the amazing wine.

“I think this red is my favorite,” Jenson tells me.

“It is good.”

“Would you like to order some dessert?” he asks.

“I do want dessert, but I don’t think I’m allowed to eat it here,” I say with a devilish grin.

With him sitting across from me now, I slid off my shoe and extend my foot until it meets his leg and caress him. His eyes widen, knowing exactly what I’m referring to. I don’t stop but move higher to the apex of his crotch and press on him until he gives me that glorious groan. His eyes are dark, and his playful smile has turned dark.

This man is everything I’ve ever wanted all wrapped up in red flannel. His hair is messy from working in the shop and his beard has more gray in it than when we met, and still, every change in him reminds me of how blessed I am. His changesmirror mine, and he still calls me beautiful. Our days together get stressful, and still we make love and let the worries wait until the following day. Tonight is no different.

He’s right. I want to devour him. To have him in every crazy position and bend to his will. For him to give it to me hard while he praises me, calling me his good girl when all I want is to feel his strength.

“Take me home,” I purr as I press again on his growing erection. Turning my husband on has become my favorite sport. Whether we’re home and flirting in our kitchen or out in public, I love to watch his eyes turn on me like this.

“I’m going to take you home, my love. And fuck you until you can’t walk straight. I’ll give you my hard cock to choke on, but I promise I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see Christmas lights when you close your eyes.”

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