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Jesus.Listen to me. Smitten after just a day.

“Can I ask about you?” I ask gently, knowing that since she inherited this place, it means she doesn’t have any family left. “I don’t want to bring up anything you don’t want to talk about.”

“No, it’s fine.” She smiles as I move to her other foot, taking off her shoe and digging my thumbs into her arch. “I lost myparents a long time ago. I had just turned eighteen, and Mom had been battling cancer for a long time. She was surrounded by love the day she went, and thankfully, she just closed her eyes and went to sleep. Dad took it hard, though.”

Her voice breaks a bit, but she’s strong, my girl. And she continues on with a forced smile. “They loved each other so much, you know? Dad just couldn’t live without her. He left me a note, apologizing, but I’ve never blamed him or hated him for leaving me. They had been high school sweethearts, and he just couldn’t do life without her.”

Suicide.That is not what I was expecting. And I can’t imagine the pain.

“But,” she says, her voice returning to normal, “we did have a tradition of watchingChristmas Vacationevery year while we decorated the tree. Well, they decorated. I just ate the cookies and watched the movie.”

“That’s what we should do tomorrow, then. We can eat junk food and watch Christmas movies all day. How’s that sound?”

Her lip quivers, dimples forming in her chin as she holds back her emotions. “That sounds amazing, actually.”

I abandon her foot and pull her into my lap instead, her dress rucking up around her hips as my hands run up her thighs and over her ass. Her arms rest on my shoulders as I kiss up her throat to her jaw. “It’s a date.”

Chapter Nine

Florence

ChristmasEve

After being too tired to literally do anything after dinner, we went straight to bed. And waking up next to him, but in my bed instead of a couch this time, has me a little giddy. Sure, he snores, and he’s a little bit of a blanket hog, but he held me periodically through the night and got up to check on the fireplaces for me a couple of times.

So when I realize he’s still asleep, I decide to crawl under the covers and wake him up the way he deserves. He’s only wearing the sweatpants we found for him yesterday, and I slowly tug them down over his hips, just until I can free his soft cock. It doesn’t take long to get him going, though. A few light touches, a few kisses on his hips and thighs, and he’s already growing hard for me.

Briggs is a tall man, with plenty of muscles from working on the grounds for so long, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when I first saw howlargehe is. But it still caused a little jolt of fear to run down my spine. But now, it just gives me a challenge. One that I am very happy to accept. I lick from his base to his tip, where precum has already started to collect.

A soft groan comes from his chest, and then his hips begin to roll as I take him deep into my mouth. I don’t have much of a gag reflex, but if anyone is going to trigger it, it’s Briggs. I swallow, fighting the urge to gag when he taps the back of my throat. Then, his hands run over my arms and up into my hair, where he holds it back out of my face. The covers are pulled back, and his dark eyes lock onto mine.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice rough from sleep. My clit pulses at the gruffness. “I knew you’d look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, princess.”

Ugh, god.I love it when he calls me that.

I pop off and lick my lips as I palm him, continuing to stroke him from root to tip. “I just wanted a taste,” I tell him, a coy smile playing on my lips.

When I take him again, his head falls back on the pillow, and his jaw hangs slack. I love the way I can affect him. I watch as his chest rises and falls, his abs contract, and his hips thrust. When I run my hand up over his stomach and onto his chest, he grabs hold of it, hanging on tight as I continue to work him into a frenzy.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pulling me up on top of him. My pussy is soaked, and I roll my hips as we kiss and kiss and kiss. His cock slips between my lower lips and strokes my clit in the best way. Pleasure builds low in my belly as he tugs my oversized shirt over my head and tosses it to the side. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as he rolls to his side.

My leg wraps around his hip while we continue to lazily kiss and explore each other’s bodies. The other night was a collision of overwhelming tension and passion that neither one of us could stop. But this is slow and sensual. We’re taking our time together, getting to know what the other one likes and how. His hands run all over my body, his nails tickling my back and arms,while I focus on pulling him as close as possible, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his ass and thighs.

The tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and he teases me, thrusting just enough to slip it in and out, over and over again. His dark eyes lock onto my own, and one of his annoying little smirks plays on his lips as one of his hands grabs hold of my ass. He spreads me further and then presses slowly inside of me. My mouth drops open, my eyes close, and I let my forehead rest against his as he fills me so fully.

“This what you wanted, Ren?” he asks as he bottoms out inside of me.

I nod, brushing my lips against his, and then work my hips to make him fuckingmove.

“Eager, eager,” he whispers, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.

But he gives me what I want anyway, pulling out and pushing back in, his cock hitting that same sweet spot he discovered last time. Briggs holds me tightly, kissing me in between breaths and whispering sweet nothings that turn my insides to jelly. The pleasure that was building earlier is back, and it coils tightly until I’m afraid he might actually break me this time.

And yet, I don’t. He works me through it, building me up and giving me a safe space to fall apart.

“My god, you are stunning,” he tells me as I cry out his name, my muscles fluttering and pulsing around him. “I want to watch you like this forever.” He kisses my cheeks and my jaw, nipping at my lips before looping his arm under my leg, lifting it higher for a better angle.

“I wouldn’t fight you on that,” I tease, my voice breathy from the orgasm I’m still coming down from.

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