Page 101 of If This Was a Movie

My second was letting you ever think I was in this for anything other than to make sure you fall for me and realize we were meant to be.

That you were never allowed to leave our side again.

The card drops, and I eagerly read the next one.

That first time you mentioned going back home, I should have told you your home is with us.

The tremble wins, and a small sob leaves my lips. Sophie’s smile widens, and Nate’s look softens, like he can’t bear to see mereallycrying, but he needs to finish what he started.

This isn’t a movie, this is real life.

Something in my mind niggles—an old memory of being wrapped up together on his bed—but I can’t quite reach it. It comes back to me with the next card.

I love you madly, Jules. Let me love you madly.

That’s when I make my way down the steps, launching myself at Nate. He drops the card, and I realize then that was the last one, not that I care.

“You’re crazy,” I whisper against his lips.

“Crazy about you,” he replies. “I fucked up. I shouldn’t have agreed to let you go home. Fuck needing space. You can get space in my house, under my roof.”

“No, no. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t need space or time. Not when I have you.”

He shakes his head, smiling at me.

“What a pair we are,” he mumbles, kissing me finally, my soul complete as his lips move along mine, sealing this moment perfectly.

“Look!” Sophie shouts, and we both look at her, her face turned to the sky. “It’s snowing.” I see it then, light flakes falling from the sky and sticking to her hat, the cherry on top of this perfect scene. “It’s a Christmas miracle. It’s just like the movies,” she shouts, and Nate looks at me, a goofy smile on his lips.

“Except better.”

EPILOGUE

One Year Later

Nate

Her breaths are shallow as I press soft kisses down her neck, my fingers sliding through her wet pussy. “Please,” she whimpers, hips bucking.

It’s the night before Christmas Eve, and Jules is naked on her back in my bed, begging for me.

The perfect present, in my opinion.

We’re supposed to be wrapping gifts for Sophie so we don’t have to stay up until midnight like last year when we assembled a dollhouse at the last minute, but we got a bit…distracted.

That happens a lot with us.

“I’m gonna eat you, but you gotta be quiet, Julianne,” I say low, pressing a kiss to her neck. When she looks at me, her hands in my hair tugging my head back, I’m reminded why I fucking love this woman.

“Make me,” she says, taunting me, and I smile wickedly.

“Okay.” Then I flip us so I’m on my back and shift her until she understands what I’m trying to tell her, moving until herpussy is over my face, my cock in front of hers. “Put your mouth on that; it’ll keep you nice and quiet,” I say, then put a hand on her hip to pull her down and run my tongue from her clit to her entrance.

She starts to moan, and my hand moves down, pressing on her back. And then she takes me in her mouth, muffling the cry. Instead, it reverberates down my cock to my balls, a torture of its own.

I groan in approval into her cunt, and her hips buck toward me, my tongue sliding into her. Then I start to devour her, alternating between sucking on her clit and sliding a finger into her pussy with fucking her with my tongue. Her mouth slides down my cock as she moans again, one of her soft hands moving to cup my balls the way she knows I like, and I groan once again into her.

We continue this cycle for what feels like a blissful and torturous eternity before she starts to move faster, riding my face, muffling her cries as she sucks me off. She’s close, and when my hand moves back to slap her ass, her entire body shakes above mine. My cock slips into her throat as she moans, coming on my tongue. She continues to ride it out, my cock in her mouth, before her body slackens just a bit, her mouth moving faster to even the score.

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