Page 24 of A Very Grumpy Christmas

“We’re going to be late,” she whispers against my mouth and I shake my head.

“I can multitask,” I tell her, grabbing her shampoo and massaging it into her hair with one hand while the other keeps her on my cock.

She squirms against me, bouncing up and down slightly, and I plant my feet, giving her more leverage. It doesn’t take long before we’ve both forgotten about the shampoo and shower.

Her back rests against the shower tile, and we make out like teenagers as I slide lazily in and out of her. My cock brushes over her clit, and she moans against me. I kiss down her neck, my lips wrapping around one stiff nipple and sucking it into my mouth. She pants above me, and the sound echoes off the walls of the shower. It’s music to my ears.

“I love you, Ginger. More than anything,” I whisper against her wet skin.

“I love you too.”

Our lips find each other again, and our movements pick up. We move together perfectly and it doesn’t take long before we’re both reaching our peaks once again.

She sighs as I set her down on her feet, and I smile as I grab her body wash and start to rub it over her body until soap bubbles cover every inch of her.

“My turn,” she says, doing the same to me, and I smile as her hands move over my body.

“Love you,” I say as we step out, and I wrap her in a towel.

“Love you too.”

We race to get dry and then to get dressed. We make a quick stop at Ginger’s apartment to grab the gifts that she got for everyone and then make the short drive to Olive and Xavier’s place.

“Ready?” She asks me, and I nod.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

We gather up the presents, and I pause, passing her the one that I got for her.

“For me?” She asks, delighted, and I smile.

“Yeah. Open it.”

She tears at the wrapping paper, and I watch her face as she lifts the lid and looks inside.

“It’s…paperwork?” She asks as she pulls out the papers.

“No…well, yeah, for right now. I got you a puppy.”

She looks up at me in surprise and I smile.

“I’ve seen you with all of the dogs in town. You love them. I just… I thought… I?—”

“Thank you!” She shouts, wrapping her arms around me so tightly that I almost can’t breathe. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Of course. I’d do anything to make you happy, Ginger.”

“I can’t have a dog in my apartment,” she tells me and I grin.

“Guess you’ll have to move in with me then.”

“Oh yeah?” She asks with a wide smile.

“Yeah.”

“We’ll see,” she says, but I can tell that she’s in.

“Merry Christmas, Ginger.”

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