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“I want to feel you come on my dick,” he snarled close to my ear.

His strokes grew harder and deeper. Mark had the reins. Mark was in charge. Release was all contingent on his power over my mind and body. And I felt ready to explode.

Mark was filling me again and again, and the sound of flesh smacking had me so turned on. My eyes were closed. My lips parted, and moans were flying from my throat. Each pump and every hard stroke not only drove me toward release but also heightened my love for Mark. He wasn’t just penetrating my core but also my heart.

He changed the position slightly and started pumping in an uneven circular motion. One hand was at my waist the other found my clit and began manipulating the throbbing bead, causing me to gasp.

“Let it go,” he coaxed.

His hips rocked in an upward motion. With each deep thrust, I thought I was going to lose my mind until finally, I gasped, and an orgasm ripped through me. I cried out just as Mark’s breathing became fast. He started pumping faster, and within seconds, he shuddered, gave me two final thrusts, and stilled.

Breathing heavily, I sagged against him. Mark wrapped his arms around me and dropped kisses on my cheek.

“Daaayum, sweetheart.”

I giggled. “You can say that again.”

He held me, covering me with kisses. I could not speak. Even long after our breathing had returned to its regular rate, I could only nestle into him, absorbing his warmth. Mark held me as if he could hold me forever. I prayed that was true. And that this thing between us was finally real.

Chapter 17

On Christmas Eve, my thoughts swirled like the snowflakes outside, even as we drove up that long, winding driveway to my parent's place. The old white farmhouse looked straight out of a postcard—five acres of tall trees, a stream, and a walking trail. The whole scene screamed peaceful, but in my mind, not so much. All I could think about was Mark and how everything had flipped upside down in just a few days.

"Ganny!" Tyler squealed from the backseat, his little voice bright and excited.

I turned to look at him, and the grin on his face just melted me. “Yes, baby, we’re at Grandma’s house,” I said, smiling back. His joy was contagious, and I let it take over momentarily, forgetting everything else. This was what family felt like, and it was perfect.

Mark shot me one of those slow, knowing smiles that had my stomach flipping like I was a teenager all over again. He killed the engine, and I sat there for a second, letting the moment soak in. Everything felt different; it felt like I was living in this beautiful bubble that could pop at any second.

The last forty-eight hours were pure fire. The way we touched, the way we talked—it was deeper, more real. Mark had taken me places I didn’t know I needed to go. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew this wasn’t some fairytale. He had ten days left before he had to leave again, but for now, I was living in the now.

I climbed out of the car, the cold hitting me like a wake-up call, but it didn’t matter. Snow fell again, soft and steady, and it looked like we’d get a white Christmas.Perfect.

Mark was already at Tyler’s side, unstrapping him fromthe car seat. I watched how he adjusted Tyler’s little hat and whispered something in his ear. My heart did that little dance again, watching them together.

“Wish me luck,” Mark murmured to Tyler, smiling as he lifted him out of the car.

I came around, balancing a cake carrier in my hand. Mark slipped his free arm around my waist, and just like that, his touch grounded me. I leaned into him, letting the warmth from his body seep into mine.

I rang the doorbell, and before we could even catch a breath, the door swung open like it was on cue. Tamara stood there, grinning from ear to ear, practically bouncing.

“Happy holidays!” she shouted, pulling us into the house without missing a beat. The smell of pine and cinnamon hit me the second we walked in, wrapping around me like a warm hug. Celebrating on Christmas Eve was our family tradition. It freed up Christmas Day for us to do our own thing, and this evening was all about family being together. This was home, no doubt about it.

As soon as we stepped inside, Tamara leaned in with one of her looks. “Is that him?” she whispered.

I didn’t even need to respond. The way I stood by Mark’s side, his arm draped around me, said it all.

“Mark, this is my sister Tamara and her husband, Dennis.”

Mark’s dimples popped as he smiled, his voice smooth as silk. “I can see beauty runs in the family.”

Tamara let out a little chuckle. “Aren’t you the charmer?” she said, hugging him. I could tell she was sizing him up, taking in how Mark stood tall and firm beside me, that protective hand resting on my shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to see that Tyler was a carbon copy of his father.

Dennis came over and shook Mark’s hand. “Good to meet you, man. Merry Christmas.”

Tamara had already scooped up Tyler, smothering him with kisses.

“Take your coats off and stay a while,” Dennis said, waving us toward the living room. “Everyone’s here.”

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