My heart threatens to pound out of my chest. Holy crap. He just said he’s in love with me.Lachlan is in love with me.

My mind spins as I try to process this reality—the one where my gorgeous boss is on his knees in front of me with a ring clutched between his fingers, practically begging me to marry him. The one where he wants me to be his Christmas gift.

“When I made my list, I was thinking about you. I wanted everything on it with you.” I lick my lips. “I just wasn’t brave enough to tell you that.”

“Tell me now, Caitlin,” he rasps.

“I love you. I’m so freaking in love with you, Lachlan,” I cry. “I want you for Christmas. Just you.” I pause, rethinking that statement. "Just you and your baby."

“Fuck.” His eyes flutter closed as he slips his ring on my finger with shaking hands. And then they spring open again as if he has to see it there. He stares like he can’t look away, the intense look on his face searing me. It’s so damn beautiful.

“I’ve been holding onto this ring since my parents died, waiting for the woman meant to wear it,” he admits. “It looks like it was made for you, pretty baby.”

“It’s your mom’s ring?” I ask, my voice soft.

“Our mom’s ring belongs to Lyric, but this was my grandmother’s ring…my dad's mom.”

“It’s stunning, Lachlan.”

“Nah, baby. You’re stunning.” He shakes his head, staring at me like he’s in awe. “And I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to unwrap you.”

Chapter Six

Lachlan

“Unwrap me, huh?” Caitlin slides forward on the sofa, her expression soft and heated as she places her palm against my cheek.

I turn my face to the side, planting my lips against her hand. “Told you that you were my present, pretty baby.”

“Then maybe you should unwrap me,” she murmurs. “I mean, you did give me a gift.”

I rake my gaze across her, my cock throbbing. “Oh, I fully intend to unwrap and devour you. But just so we’re clear, that ring isn’t your gift. It’s mine.” I smirk as I slide my hands up her thighs, scooting closer to her. “I believe you wanted a baby for Christmas…”

“No,” she breathes, her thighs trembling beneath my palms. “I wantyourbaby for Christmas.”

Fucking hell, I love the sound of that.

“Then it’s a damn good thing we’ve got two days to get you nice and pregnant, isn’t it, pretty baby?” I crawl onto the sofa with her, pressing her down beneath me. “Goddamn,” I groan, my head falling back as I feel her heat scorching me everywhere we touch. “You’re so fucking soft, Caitlin.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is chubby,” she says wryly.

I scowl down at her. “I don’t know who the fuck told you that, but it’s bullshit.” I press my hips into hers. “You feel this? This is what you do to me. There isn’t a single spot on your body that doesn’t make me hard. In fact…” I grasp the sides of her blouse, tearing it open.

“Lachlan!” she cries as buttons go flying.

“Be pissed later. I’m proving a point,” I growl, burying my face between her perfect tits. And goddamn, they truly are perfect. I lick, suck, and bite all over the swells, growling like a madman. “I’ve rubbed myself raw fantasizing about sticking my dick between these, pretty baby. While you were in your office completing reports, I was in mine, jerking off to thoughts of fucking these perfect things.”

I tug the cups of her bra down, exposing her hard, cherry nipples. She arches toward my mouth, crying out when I suck on one.

She’s so damn responsive.

I trail my lips down her body, nuzzling the soft curve of her belly. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined coming all over this sexy little belly of yours." I nip at her skin, soothing the sting with my tongue. "I want to paint you with my cum…rub it into your skin until every part of you smells like me and you're marked as mine from head to toe."

She whimpers and writhes beneath me, clutching at strands of my hair. “Please, Lachlan.”

I dip my tongue inside her belly button, relishing the sound of her sharp gasp. "Please what, pretty baby? Tell me what you need."

"I need you," she groans, trying to tug me back up her body. "I need to feel you inside me."