Page 37 of A Game-Changing Christmas

“Ooooh, my God!” Allison shouted and moaned with a toss of her head.

Lance sucked in a perky nipple, sending a penetrating blaze down her skin, to the sole of her feet. “Mmmm, baby…” she continued.

Wet, slipping, and pummeling was their connection, wrapped in a heated bubble of passion that neither of them escaped from until holding on to their release was no longer possible.

“Aaaaah, Lance!”

“Beauty…”

They cried out together, completely melted in a wave of fire and hailing one another with a chorus of praise. They detained each other, shivered together, and washed their minds of anything other than their bond.

“We’re getting married,” Allison cooed as Lance held her steady, mouth to mouth, connected intimately.

Lance’s heart beat thumped against his chest.

“Yes, we are, and it will be the happiest day of my life.”

He sucked her lips in, and they were saturated in a layer of heated chills.

“We’re never making it out of this bathroom,” his dark voice murmured, now nibbling down her chin. Allison’s body roasted as she felt the girth of his dick expand inside her again. With her eyes faltered, Allison’s mouth opened on a gasp, and Lance took that chance to reclaim her tongue and invade the inner recesses of her mouth.

“Mmmm…” Allison moaned, thrown back into another warp of passion as their lovemaking kicked up again. She held on to his neck and wound her hips in a bounce to match the thrust in each one of his penetrating strokes.

They were at it through the span of the morning, frozen in a shelter of love that nothing could infiltrate. It wasn’t until Allison could no longer feel her legs that she tapped out, wanting, needing a reprieve.

“What’s wrong, beauty?” Lance whispered as his tongue traced her ear. “You look like you need a nap.”

And she did, and she took one, too, unafraid to admit he’d replaced her entire workout routine she’d planned for the day.

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“Sweetheart,why did you schedule the wine tasting first?” Lance asked as they strolled the mall to pass time before their cake tasting. Their intense lovemaking session, and the nap that came right after, left them unable to make the wine tasting. Instead, they rescheduled for later in the week.

“I thought it might get us energized for the day, and we would be ready to taste a few slices of sweet cake afterwards.”

“That’s true, but you know they’ll serve you wine at the cake tasting, too.”

They were walking arm in arm, and Allison paused their stroll and pulled back to look at him. “How do you know that?”

Lance chuckled. “I was there when Camilla and Hunter picked their cake. You know they did three. One for the guests, one for the bridesmaids, and one for the groomsmen. I was there to pick the groomsmen’s cake.”

She giggled as he nibbled at her neck, pulling Allison back into the solitude of his chest. Allison’s phone jingled, and she quickly pulled the smartphone out and swiped the screen. Still tucked in Lance’s embrace, she tapped a few words in a response to the text over his shoulder and sent it quick just as he pulled to stand from their cuddled position.

“Maybe we should grab something to snack on, then we shop a little, then the cake tasting.”

“Whatever you wish.”

“You’re going to spoil me with that.”

“And you’ll make me regret it?”

“Yep,” she popped her lip.

“I’ll look forward to the punishment then.”

Allison tinkered out a laugh.

“Hey, Allison!”

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