Page 117 of Deck the Fire Halls

He moaned and rocked us back and forth, and that set off a chain reaction. An explosion I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you,” I said, my voice tight, my restraint all but gone.

He nodded. “I love you,” he hissed, shaking with frustration, with the need to move.

I rocked into him, again and again, driving in deeper with every pass. His eyes went wide again as I came, pulsing inside him and filling thecondom.

I bucked into him, crying out with each shock of pleasure, and he held me as I succumbed to the power of my orgasm. Aftershocks, shudders, and spine-tingling pleasure. I collapsed on top of him, too boneless to care.

He rolled us onto our sides, my face resting on a pillow of his hairy chest, and I was out.

I woke up with Rob’s head on my chest. “Morning,” he said, his voice thick from sleep. “Merry Christmas.”

I breathed in deep and squeezed him. “Merry Christmas.”

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked. “Or just coffee?”

I tightened my arms around him. “But that involves getting out of bed and not staying like this all day.”

He chuckled. “I invited Chuck and Delaney over for lunch. I hope that’s okay.”

I kissed the top of his head. “I love that you did that.”

“It means I’ll need to get up and put the turkey in the oven.”

“Oh god, doesn’t it need forever to cook?”

“It’s just a boneless rolled roast from the supermarket. I’m not that good a cook to try a whole bird. But I want to do it slow.”

I hummed. “Hmm. Slow is good, like last night?”

He swatted my arm. “No. But also yes, that was amazing.”

I chuckled, content and comfortable, never wanting to move. “We can tell them it’s a dinner thing and not a lunch thing. We could just stay right here.”

He chuckled. “My bladder does not agree.” He unfolded himself from me and I whined when he got out of bed.

“So unfair.”

But I heard him pee and wash his hands, then a few seconds later I heard the fridge open, the coffee machine beep, and then he appeared in the door with his arms full of the gifts from under the tree.

He was also wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. He jumped on the bed, making me laugh. “Gift opening time.” Then he handed one to me. “You go first.”

I sat up, resting against the headboard, the covers pulled up to hide the fact I was still very much naked underneath. His gifts were wrapped so neatly, I almost felt bad for opening them. The first one was a decent-sized box, and it had some weight to it, and I was curious as to what it could be.

Once I had the paper off, I pulled the lid back and grinned when I saw what it was. A fluffy robe, exactly like his. “Oh, I love it.”

“It’s not that exciting but you liked to wear mine,” Rob said. Then he gave me a smaller box. “But this one is the main one... oh, well, there’s another one still hanging on the tree but you’ll have to get that one yourself.”

“Hanging on the tree?”

He nodded but waved his hand at the second box I was now holding. “This one next. I want to see your face.”

Seeing how excited he was, I tore into the wrapping to reveal another box, which I was quickly learning made for expert wrapping. But then I opened the box and burst out laughing.

Flamingo pajamas.

“I thought you might like your own,” Rob said. “Given you stole mine and I never got them back.”

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