Page 40 of Christmas Candy

I clawed at the duvet as he rocketed into me over and over.

He jerked my hair. “Got that?”

“Yes.” I moaned as his fingers increased their pace. I had never felt this much pleasure, didn’t even know it was possible.

His grunts grew deeper and his cock somehow got even harder, rubbing my trembling walls just right as his fingers worked me.

“I’m close.”

“I’m there. Come with me.” He flicked my clit and we both fell over the edge.

Sparks flared across my vision as a tidal wave of bliss flooded my senses.

“Michael!” It was a harsh cry as everything seized and I gave myself over to him, to every bit of pleasure he gave me.

My pussy contracted and convulsed as the rest of me froze. He was still thrusting in shorter strokes as a deep, masculine sound ripped from his lungs. When stilled, I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes because I’d curled them so hard.

He rose up and rested a hand on my ass before giving it a light slap. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Unff,” I semi-responded. I was still floating somewhere out in the cosmos.

He reached under me and pulled me up so my back was pressed against his chest.

He dropped sweet kisses up my shoulder and to my ear. I let my head fall back against his shoulder.

“I love you, Jess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Epilogue

Jess

Valentine’s Day, One Year Later

“What do you think?” Michael asked as he lifted his shirt.

I gasped. “Are you kidding?”

“No.” He smirked. “Ink is pretty permanent, wildcat.”

“That’s a huge like, step.” I ran my fingers over the fresh ink above the lattice heart on his chest.

“Moving in was, too.”

“True. The penthouse suite was a pretty good lure though.” I smiled.

“Nothing but the best for my lawyer-in-training.”

I looked around at the sun streaming through the windows, the view for miles, and the comfy décor. He certainly spared no expense, and his art along every wall was a bonus. The nude photos of me in the bedroom still made me blush.

I stared at the new ink on his chest and traced along the curving lines of my own name. He had it done in an elaborate script that was gorgeous against his skin.

“You don’t like it?” He raised a pierced eyebrow.

I grinned. “You know I love it.”

He dropped his shirt. “Good. Then quit touching it. It stings like a bitch.”

I laughed and got on my tiptoes to kiss him. He took my breath away like he always did, sweeping his tongue in my mouth and gripping the nape of my neck. But then he pulled away.

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