Page 6 of Ho Ho Oh No

“You’re diabolical, Leo.” My snark turns into a breathy moan as he works my clit faster. “Damn you.”

“What do you expect when you threaten to withhold your voluptuous body from me?”

“Voluptuous, huh?” My breath comes choppy as he ratchets up his ministrations. “Is that code for fat?”

The growl that erupts from the depths of his chest makes me want to fall to my knees, presenting myself to him on all fours so he can take me from behind. He makes me feral when he does that, which makes sense when you think about it. After all, if he’s going to impersonate an animal, then I should too. He could rut me from behind like a wild beast, grunting, groaning, andgrowling. Saliva dripping all over me as he ravenously plows into me. Animalistic and wild like a snarling, rabid dog.

Oh, is that why they call it doggy style? Then again, couldn’t it just as easily be wolf, bear, or lion style? Why a dog? Certainly canines don’t corner the market on sex in that position.

And oh sweet Saint Paddy! Did you hear that?Lion style? That’s hilarious since everyone calls him Lionheart.

A snort laugh escapes me, breaking our kiss in the most awkward way imaginable.

He huffs. “What’s so funny?”

A better question is, why am I thinking about that when Leo’s tugging off my shirt with one hand and slipping the other under my waistband? My brain is a mess.

Note to self: research pregnancy-safe supplements that might help me focus.

“Well, I was thinking about why it’s called doggy style. And then I thought maybe we should call it Lion style because of your nickname.”

His eyes double in size. “Wow. You really just told me exactly what you were thinking, huh?” His chest shakes with a deep laugh. “You took me from ready to rage over you calling yourself fat to laughing along with you. Gotta love your honesty, angel.”

My cheeks go ruddy. “You knew what you were in for when you married me.”

His voice grows warm and tender, matching his heated expression. “And you’ve delivered every step of the way. You’re perfect. Everything I ever wanted.”

Gulp. He’s so damn sweet.

A genuine smile ambushes my face, lighting me up from the outside inward. “I love you.”

Lowering his hulking upper body a few inches, he presses his forehead to mine. “I love you too. And every inch of your perfect fucking body.”

As the seconds pass, I grow more comfortable with the idea of revealing my physical imperfections. After all, if he can handle all my internal oddities, what are the chances he’ll get turned off by my outer flaws?

He rears back a few inches, rubbing his palms up and down my arms. “Let’s get you naked so I can prove it to you.”

“You really want to seeallllthis?” I gesture down my widening body. “Last chance to change your mind. Once you see my funky nipples and striped belly, it’s not something you can unsee.”

“Ihopethe image never leaves my mind. It’ll be the gift that keeps on giving.”

“Good time for presents, considering tonight isChristmas Eve.”

“It is. And I’m ready for my gift.” His eyes widen comically, drawing a chuckle out of me. “So strip. I want to see every inch of your body when I make love to you.”

I quip, “You’re only saying that because you’ve got an erection. Don’t blame me when it deflates.”

He shakes his head vigorously. “It’ll get harder. Trust me.”

Flattening my lips, I straighten my arms over my head. He takes the hint, pulling off my shirt. I keep my eyes closed when the fabric falls away.

The instinct hits me to cover my breasts, but I manage to stop my hands by balling them to fists at my sides. He’ll only move them away. So what’s the point?

Air whistles with his sharp inhale. As he releases it, a slight rumble reverberates around me. It’s like a growl, but softer. A purr, maybe?

Curious now, I peek at him through one cracked eye.

He nibbles on his lip, his hungry eyes ravishing me from a foot away. “Fucking hell, baby. They’re bigger.Mmm.”

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