Page 48 of Christmas Candy

He ran his hand down my cheek, the concern in his eyes making me melt for him like I did on the first day we met. “You okay?”

“Now that you’re here, yes.” I placed my hand against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Thank you for not hurting him.”

He smirked and kissed my forehead. “He’s lucky you said something or I would be committing a felony right now.”

“Come on.” I pulled him down the hall, away from Mr. Avery. I didn’t want to risk any more run-ins.

It didn’t take long to pack my few personal items. I hated giving up my job, especially when it was Mr. Avery’s fault, but I couldn’t stay here. I knew that much. Michael tucked my framed diplomas under his arm and I carried a small box of my belongings. I stood in the doorway for a few seconds, saying goodbye to my closet-sized, windowless office.

Michael wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’m sorry this happened. It’s not fair.”

“It’s okay.” I blinked back my tears. There were other jobs, ones that didn’t come with a dickhead for a boss. I leaned against him.

“It’s not, but it will be. I promise. You’re a catch for any firm in this town. You’ll have another job in no time.”

“You always say the right thing.” I smiled up at him. “You do the right thing, too.”

He tensed for a moment, then led me down the corridor toward the elevators.

“Let’s get home. Put this shit behind us. We have a wedding, a honeymoon, and a staggering amount of sex in our imminent future.”

I laughed as we walked into the elevator. “I love you.”

He leaned down and kissed my neck beneath my ear, sending goose bumps down my body. “I love you, too.”

Michael

Iheld her close, breathing in her scent after I’d sated her that night. I needed to tell her about what happened with Sadie, but she was so shaken up about the shit her boss pulled that I didn’t want to make it any worse.

I nuzzled into her hair, wanting her to feel how much she meant to me, how much I loved her. She had saved me. The moment I’d seen her deep blue eyes I knew I had to turn my life around, to strive to be good enough to earn her trust.

I smiled remembering the first time we’d been together, when I’d taken her virginity. She’d been so shy, but I knew my wildcat was in there somewhere. I pulled her to my chest and she sighed, the sound of an angel.

I smoothed my palms up and down her back as she breathed deeply. I couldn’t wait to make her my wife. Not to mention the fireworks I had planned for our honeymoon. I dropped one more kiss into her fragrant hair and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Giggles eruptedin the living room. I woke to the morning sun streaming through the windows of the penthouse I shared with Jess. She was gone, the bed cold next to me. I hated waking up without her.

“Now, girls, calm down. We have to be at the spa in fifteen minutes.” My mother’s voice rang out, authoritative but also tinged with the sort of joy I hadn’t heard from her in a while.

“Jess, you ready?” One of her friends asked.

“Yeah, let me kiss Michael goodbye.”

More laughter rang out as Jess re-entered our bedroom. She radiated happiness, all the problems of the previous day erased from her beautiful face. My cock hardened as I watched how she moved. She wore a demure white dress with some medium white heels. Something about the propriety of the dress made me want to rip it off her. I wouldn’t, but I’d get at least a taste.

“Close the door,” I said.

She shook her head and grabbed her bag from the dresser. “Michael, your mom is in the living room. I have to go.”

“I don’t give a fuck if the Pope is in the living room. Close the door, wildcat.” I eased my hand under the sheet and fisted my cock, pumping it slowly as I watched her. I tossed the sheet off with my other hand and her eyes widened as she saw what I was doing. She dropped her bag and closed the door.

“Come here.” I moved to the edge of the bed.

She walked over, her hips swaying in her heels. “Michael, the girls—”

“On your knees.”

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