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I kiss my way back up to her lips, my hands moving to her shorts, tugging them down slowly, savoring every second. She lifts her hips to help, and I pull them off, leaving her completely bare in my lap.

Her eyes are dark, full of heat and need, but there’s something else there too–something deep down. Vulnerability.

I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands roaming her body, feeling every curve, every soft dip of her skin. She moans into my mouth, her hips rolling against me, desperate for more, and I can feel her slick heat against me, driving me wild.

“I need you,” she whispers, her voice shaking with need. “Now.”

I don’t make her wait any longer. I shift us on the bed, gently laying her down beneath me, her legs parting to welcome me in. I take a moment to simply look at her and memorize every detail, every curve of her body. She’s breathtaking.

I pull my shirt off one-handed and push my jeans off, kicking them aside. Settling between her thighs, my fingers trail over her skin as I press my cock against her entrance. She gasps, her body arching, her hands reaching for me.

“Please,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “I need you inside me.”

I push into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling the way her body stretches to take me in, the heat of her wrapping around me. She’s so tight, so perfect, and I groan as I sink deeper, my hands gripping her hips as I try to keep myself from losing control too quickly.

Grace moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Atlas…”

“God, you feel so good,” I murmur, my voice rough as I start to move. Slow and deep, every thrust is deliberate. Every movement full of intent. I want her to know that this isn’t just about sex. This is something more.

As crazy as that is. It’s true.

Her hands move down my back, her nails raking gently across my skin, and I can feel her trembling beneath me. Her body responds to every thrust, every brush of my skin against hers.

“More,” she gasps, her hips lifting to meet mine. “Harder.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I pick up the pace, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, driving into her with everything I have. She moans louder, her body arching off the bed, her head falling back as she loses herself in ecstasy.

“Atlas,” she cries out, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my skin as she starts to come undone beneath me.

I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her whole body tightens around me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I lean down, kissing her neck and her collarbone, before trailing my lips lower as I thrust into her again, harder this time.

“I’m close,” she gasps, her voice breathless, her hands gripping me tighter.

“Come for me,” I whisper against her skin, my voice low and commanding as I thrust harder, faster, driving her over the edge.

Her body tenses, her breath catching as she finally lets go. Her moans fill the room as she comes undone around me. The way her body clenches around me, the way she gasps my name–it’s too much. I follow her over the edge, groaning her name as I spill into her, my body trembling with the intensity of it.

We stay like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our breathing heavy, and neither of us wanting to move. I brush the hair from her face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, as my heart still races in my chest.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, my voice rough, filled with emotion I can barely put into words.

She glances up at me softly, her eyes filled with the same raw vulnerability that I feel inside. “So are you.”

I smile, pulling her closer, holding her tight against me. This–us–It’s everything I never knew I needed.

And I’m never letting go.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I’m rifling through one of the upstairs closets, pulling out random bits of Christmas decor, when my fingers brush across something...soft? No, scratch that–fuzzy. What in the name of Rudolph?

I pull the fabric into the light, and let out a squeal that probably should have warned me what was coming next. A Christmas sweater. Not just any Christmas sweater, but the ugliest monstrosity I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s bright red with a grinning reindeer across the front, its nose lighting up like a festive beacon. But the real kicker? The tiny bells sewn into the hem. They jingle with every shake.

I practically vibrate with excitement as I dig deeper into the box, uncovering more gems. Sweaters of every awful variety: garish greens, absurd reds, and an assortment of puffy snowflakes, 3D Santa beards, glitter, and sequins that would blind a reindeer. It’s like Christmas cheer exploded in yarn form.

I hug the first sweater to my chest like I’ve struck gold. "Boys!" I holler, grabbing the entire box and rushing down the stairs two at a time, barely managing to avoid tripping. Key’shead pops up from the couch, his eyes bright with curiosity, while the others are still puttering around the kitchen.

“What’s got you all riled up, Sugar?” He drawls, leaning on the back of the couch, already smirking like he knows he’s about to have some fun.

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