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“Do you know what a tease you are? You say something like that right as I’m opening the door for guests?” She tries to reach for my shirt again, but I hold both of her wrists with just one hand. I grab her face with my free one and force her to look into my eyes. “Say it again.”

I hold her face, not allowing her to look away. She can’t move her face, but she lowers her eyes and shrugs her shoulders.

“I’m scared,” she whispers.

I almost want to laugh at her. She makes this announcement right as I’m opening the door, teases me all night, and now when she should have liquid courage, she’s scared.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid with me. Say it. Please.”

Those big eyes that I love so much find mine again. She bites her lip and stiffens her shoulders.

“Hold on. I’m mentally putting on my big girl panties.” She hiccups.

“I prefer your panties off.” I shock her by slapping her ass. She jostles on my lap and lets out a strangled laugh, hiccupping again.

“Okay. Here goes.” She takes a deep breath that pushes her perfect breasts against my chest. “I love you, Nicholas Bain. I love you. Even though we’re completely mismatched. I mean, you’re old as dirt, my mom works for you and is not your biggest fan. She’ll probably try to murder you with her bare hands when she finds out about us. And I bring nothing to this relationship, but I am head over heels in love with you. Are you happy now?”

I patiently wait to make sure she’s done talking. She stares at me, eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them. She’s breathing so hard, she’s practically panting. When I let go of her wrists, she crosses her arms across her chest as she waits for me to speak.

“That’s quite a declaration. So, despite the fact maybe, if I’m lucky, a month away from the nursing home and my hostile relationship with your mother, I, too, am head over heels in love with you. I fell in love with you the night we met. And sweetness, you know what you bring to this relationship? You bring yourself, and to me, that’s everything. You’re everything I need and everything I want.”

Miranda relaxes at my words and smiles wide. She puts her arms around my neck and looks into my eyes. She leans in and kisses me softly. This time, when she starts to unbutton my shirt, I let her. As she undresses me, I pull the small remote out of my pocket, turn off the lights, and lower the volume of the music.

“Time for my second dessert, Nicky.” She slides off my lap, and after helping me out of my pants, gets on her knees and takes my dick all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” I croak as Miranda cups my balls. “Baby,” I moan when she swirls her tongue on the tip of my dick. “Let me take off your clothes and sink into you. I want to make love to you.”

Seconds later we’re both naked with nothing but the lights from the Christmas tree providing a soft glow in the house. When “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” comes on, I lie on my back while Miranda explores my body with her hands and mouth.

I stick my hand in her hair at the same time she bites my lower abs. She sucks and nips, teasing me with so much promise. I reach down and stroke my dick, which is just begging to get inside of her.

She shoves my hand away from my cock.

“Uh-uh. That belongs to me, Nicky.” She finally moves away from my dick and climbs up my body. She looks down at me, smiles, and captures my lips. Hungry for her, I hold her head as I deepen the kiss, so desperate I’m willing to swallow her whole. As hungry as the kiss is, she ends it, but instead of straddling me and letting me slide inside of her, she scoots all the way down again. She kisses the tip of my cock before flicking her tongue against the slit.

“You taste so good, Nicky. I think about how good you taste every minute we’re apart.”

CHAPTER 24

MIRANDA

“This is my new favorite place,” I say against his mouth. I kiss him deeply before putting my attention on his neck, a very sensitive spot on his body.

“This house?” he asks. Despite the last few hours of lovemaking, I can feel him harden underneath me.

“Nope.”

“This sectional?”

“As much as I love this sectional and that it’s big enough for us both, it’s not my favorite place. I’m talking about this.” I take both his arms and wrap them around me. I hug him tight as we snuggle underneath our red fleece blanket. “These arms. This chest. You. You’re my favorite place.”

Confident about my declaration and our love, I lift my head and look into his eyes. Despite my lack of clothes, I feel even more exposed with just that look.

I hold his stare, my heart beating rapidly as I wait for him to speak.

“I want to be your only place.” His words are soft but said with so much emotion, I feel tears pool in my eyes.

“You are. It happened fast, but I think we were meant to meet each other. Maybe that’s why my mother kept talking about you every single night.” I feel his laugh vibrate through his chest. When he swats me on the ass, I bite his chest. “Was it always that fast for you with other women?”

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