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“If you could all count down with me?”
One arm pulls me closer against him so that my chest is flush against his, the other holding the holly above us both, and in an instant the crowd sings with cheer.
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Chapter Fifty-One
CYRUS
“I. Love.You. Holly Cate,”I enunciate the five perfect words, breath by breath, for theentireworld to hear.Proudly. And without hesitation or delay,directly on the stroke of midnight, my lips connect with hers with every inch of myself that I can give to her, and she accepts me gladly.
Our first kiss of 2025.
My New Year’s resolution.
The entire room spins as if the only people that exist on this earth were Holly and I, and I cannot break the thought of feeling free. It’s like… magic, or something. A spell, even. Cast in the air between us, like we’ve lifted a curse.
I don’t truly know how long we stay this way, but it’s long enough that the music has lulled to nothing, the band has packed up, the guests are almost gone, and the lights have dimmed.
“Well, this went a different path than what I was expecting,” Holly beams, tucking heronce messy sex hair ringletsto a now smoothed out wave behind her ear. “Can you believe I even considered giving you head under the table tonight? I evenhad the message drafted out and all. But then the conundrum happened, and I never ended up sending it.”
“While my cock in your mouth sounds absolutely divine, my love,” I growl, lifting her into my arms like a newborn baby without her dress revealing herunclothedareas. “Right now, I wish nothing more than for it to be inside the pussy of the woman who the whole world knows asmine.”
“Mine…” Holly sighs, as if trying it on for size. She doesn’t hide the breathy moan. “Mhmm, yes please.”
Her exhausted enthusiasm makes me throb against the seam of my pants. “So desperate for me.”
“You havenoidea.”
Oh, don’t I?
Grinning, my hand finds its way through the slit of her dress as I walk us through the corridor to the elevator, feeling that her core issoaked. She gasps in response to my soft touch, holding her breath from letting out anything louder.
“I think I very muchdohave an idea, angel.”
“Wow, wow, wow. Slow down, angel. You sawwho?” I frown at Holly, who’s waving her arms around like she’s performing sign language, but in four different languages at once. She ended up a bit behind me after breakfast and then rushed into the room already rambling. I don’t know who has her so worked up, but sometimes she talks too fast when she’s excited, and this is one of those times.
She takes a breath. “The lady that found me a house while I was still in Australia.”
“Ah, when drunk you decided Canada wasit?” I air quote the last word with a smirk, and she playfully slaps me over my bicep.
