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“Yes, Adrian,” she cries out. “I understand. Make me come.”

Something catches my eye and when I turn to the left, I realize that we’re almost aligned with the tall mirror propped next to the bed. Making a quick decision, I pull out of her, ignoring her soft whine, and wrap my arm around her torso.

“What—oh,” she cuts off when I position our bodies directly in front of the mirror. Blake falls forward, catching herself on her elbows and arching her back.

Sliding my cock back into her, I don’t stop until I’m fully sheathed in her wet heat. After a second, I pull out to the tip and drive into her again, gaining speed with every thrust. I’m never rough with her but she does love when I give it to her hard and fast. “Look at us,” I command in a low voice.

“What?” she asks, not seeming to process my words right away. Her head turns and those hooded eyes widen at the sight. I watch her take in how she looks while overcome by her pleasure.

It’s a beautiful sight—and one that belongs solely to me now.

From the way her walls grip me even tighter, I know she loves it just as much as I do.

Pumping my hips faster, I focus on her pleasure and do my best to ignore the building tension in my own body. Either Blake realizes how limited our time is, or this view is the hottest fucking thing she’s ever seen, but it doesn’t take long for her body to tense undermine and her wet heat strangles my cock.

I keep pounding my hips into her until she falls limply on the bed. Knowing she’s pleased and exhausted now, I grip onto her hips and pistol into her relentlessly, reveling in the way her pussy twitches around me in aftershocks.

“Yes, Adrian, yes,” she quietly whimpers, and tries to move her hips in time with mine despite her fatigue.

It’s enough to send me over the edge and I drown in my pleasure—coming inside of her, almost wishing there wasn’t the barrier there.

Dropping down to my forearms, I hold my weight over her, not pulling out yet. Instead, I let us both catch our breath and kiss along her shoulders and spine.

After a few minutes, she turns her head enough to give me a long, carnal kiss before saying, “Let’s get ready for bed.”

Nodding against her neck, I ask, “Where am I sleeping?”

“Uhm?Here? Where else would you sleep?”

Leaning back, I pull out of her and try to ignore the breathy whimper that escapes her. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

She turns on her back and untangles her legs from me. She lays them open around my legs, and even though she’s still in the red lingerie set, I can see every inch of her.

“Of course it’s okay. Plus, they can’t really catch us doing anything if we already did it,” she jokes. I smile, but don’t speak. She leans up onto her elbows and tells me point blank, “I want you here, Adrian. With me in my bed.”

And that’s all it takes.

Because when I told Blake that I would give her anything she asks for, I meant it. So I grab a towel from her closet, and clean both of us off. I watch as she changes out of the lingerie, putting her cute Christmas pajamas back on. While she’s in the bathroom, I get dressed and clean up any evidence.

When I come back from getting ready for bed, I find Blake waiting for me with the covers folded down. Leaving her bedroom door open, I slide into the spot next to her, and she wraps her body around mine, quickly falling asleep in my arms.

And for the hundredth time tonight, I can’t help but think about how great all my Christmases could be if they’re spent together.

Chapter Fifty-One

Adrian

ChristmasmorningwiththeMillers is something out of a Hallmark movie. All that’s missing is snow outside, but it’s unnecessary with the warmth that surrounds me inside. The lingering scent of banana pancakes and vanilla coffee in the air, Christmas Songs by Frank Sinatra playing on a low volume in the background, and the easy chatter of the three people who have quickly, and seamlessly, taken me into their family is all I need.

I’m sitting on the floor, leaning back onto the couch while Blake sits cross-legged next to me. When I woke up before her and had to pee really fucking bad, I was nervous about running into one of her parents in the hallway. We both had crashed out before either had gotten back from their friend’s house, so I wasn’t sure how they felt about us sharing a room in their home.

When I was trying to sneak out of the bathroom back to Blake’s bedroom, Selena walked around the corner with two cups of coffee in her hand. Noticing me, she just smiled warmly and asked if I wanted to help her with breakfast. She met me in the kitchen after taking Tim his mug, and we spent the next couple of hours making a full breakfast spread.

Blake didn’t come out until we were halfway through, and even then, she sat at the island with her dad keeping us company. It was different from last night when I was included in her traditions. This morning felt like I was creating some of my own with her family.

So, to say I’m one giddy son-of-a-bitch would be an understatement.

But nothing prepares my heart—and body—for the moment Blake coyly lifts onto her knees to grab a present, and crawls back toward me with a wrapped box in her hands. “This is for you,” she mumbles as she plops down in front of me.

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