Page 121 of Grumpy Sunshine

She smiled sheepishly and admitted, “I was wrapping presents today, and I realized that I’d like a kitchen island that was big enough to wrap anything on, as well as hold a ton of food for the holidays.”

I shook my head, then rolled her onto her back.

My eyes studied her face for a long moment before I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against the small, barely visible scar just underneath her cheekbone.

She’d healed.

That didn’t mean that I wasn’t reminded every day that I nearly lost her.

All the hits that were placed on the significant others of the hospital staff in surgery that day had been cleared.Though, two had attempts on their lives—Aella nearly dying twice in a matter of hours from men that had taken up those hits.

Congressman Jimenez had been replaced, and the man that replaced him had a devotion to the Truth Tellers.

Not that we’d been trying to get anyone in Congress or anything, the opportunity had literally just fallen into Apollo’s lap, and he’d run with it.

Jimenez’s wife had moved out of state to be with her family after the ‘tragic’ death of her husband and son.

The rest of Texas celebrated because Jimenez had made many enemies, and his wife had felt the State of Texas’s displeasure.

Needless to say, Aella and I had vanquished our demons, and we were living happy and free.

“Doing okay, baby girl?”I asked, my thumb sweeping over her face.

“Just fine.”She smiled.

Every once in a while, her neck would pain her, and she’d be reminded of what she’d gone through.

On those days, I made sure to make her forget.

“Good,” I said as I started to move down the length of her body.

“What are you doing?”she asked, a grin in her voice.

“Peeling these black jeans off your legs and having myself a little breakfast,” I said as I caught her stretchy black jeans and tugged.

“The button!”she cried.

I sighed and took the time to unbutton the jeans, even though they probably would’ve slid just fine down her legs.

Luckily these jeans were looser than normal, allowing me to slip them off her hips with ease and toss them to the floor.

Her panties soon followed, and I lay flat on the bed and pushed her thighs out wide, giving me unencumbered access to her pussy.

“Why,” I said with amusement, “is your pussy all sparkly?”

She snickered.“It’s edible glitter.And it’s festive.”

“You knew what you were doing when you came over here today,” I growled as I bent down to taste that edible glitter.

I pulled back, the taste of her pussy and berries on my tongue.

“Not half bad,” I teased as I went in for another lick.

And another.

And another.

Soon I had her writhing underneath me, her thighs squeezing my head.

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