Page 250 of The Christmas Wife

I orgasm instantly. The climax slams into me, and I cry out. Sparks sweep across my vision, and as I black out, I hear his hoarse cry.

When I come to, I’m curled on his chest, his arms about me. His heart beats at an elevated rate against my cheek, and the heat from his body surrounds us like our own personal patch of beach in the sun.

I turn my face into his chest and lick up a bead of sweat.

"Did you just lick me?" he rumbles.

"I want to do more than lick you." I turn over to rest my chin on his chest. He folds his arms behind his neck and the movement makes his biceps bulge.

"For someone who spends most of his time in Parliament, defending your government’s policies, you sure are built."

"I also spend time on the road with my constituents. And I work out most mornings."

"Let me guess. Up at five a.m. to work out, while listening to the morning news?—"

"Four-thirty a.m., and also, the stock markets," he corrects me.

"Then run five miles on your treadmill."

"Ten miles, and normally outside." He smirks.

"And you eat political arguments for breakfast."

"I’d rather eat you."

I blink. "You have a one-track mind."

"You and public service. Nothing else has intrigued me as much in my entire life."

"Hunter, don’t." I begin to pull away, but he flips me over and leans over me.

"Why is it that you don’t like to talk about us?"

"It’s only one night."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean?" I scowl.

He jerks his head in the direction of the window. I turn to find the gray light of dawn filtering through the window. Also, it’s snowing, the flakes coming down so hard that it forms a sheet of white past the windowpane.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes."

I turn to find an expression of satisfaction on his face. "You knew this would happen. You knew we’d be snowed in today."

"I’d hoped for it, yes."

"So technically, our one night stand was never going to happen."

"Technically, today is a continuation of our one night stand, if you never leave the bed." His smirk widens.

"I think your logic is faulty."

"I think it’s time you stop thinking." He lowers his weight onto me, and the thick column between his legs nestles against my pussy.

"Oh." I swallow.

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