Page 82 of Mistletoe Missus
I reached for the door handle and told Albert, “Bring the limousine around and wait for me, please.”
“You got it, Mr. Morgan,” Albert answered with a tilt of his hat.
I exited the vehicle, waited for my turn to cross the street, and headed straight for a sweet treat. The double doors into the candy store automatically swung open and bright colors were aglow. I searched from one row of confectionery to the next, and my jaw tightened. I couldn’t find what I was looking for. Where was...
There.
A smile formed across my lips, and I couldn’t help licking my tongue across my mouth. Delicious. The most drool worthy sight in the world.
I stared down the peppermint stick aisle at a radiant figure dressed in purple. High heels with legs for fucking days and a smoking, desirable body I’d never grow tired of. Sex with her was always like the first time and she made my candy stick dick pop every damn time.
“There’s my angel,” I breathed.
I opened my arms to Tinsley, and she turned my way. Her killer smile melted me upon impact, and I was a goner for her allover again. She took my damn breath away, and I’d die a happy man.
“I was wondering when you’d get here.” Tinsley sighed with relief and cuddled in close.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I apologized and wrapped my arms around her.
I never wanted to let go.
My wife’s smell was fucking intoxicating as I kissed her head, and her hair tickled my nose, but I didn’t care. She was safe in my arms right where she belonged, and no one would change that. Never again.
After I had almost lost Tinsley, the shock of her near death had changed me. Tinsley underwent emergency surgery, and she lost a lot of blood. When she passed out in my arms, I thought she left me, and my father had won. I feared he had taken the one person I had ever truly loved from this earth before our lives together had even begun, but she fought. She was goddamn stubborn, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
I paid top dollar for Tinsley’s recovery with round-the-clock care, and her rehabilitation didn’t come easy. She struggled, there were tears, but we made it through, and I was there for everything. To hold her hand, encourage her, and help her heal. The gunshot to her shoulder did some nerve damage, and it took weeks of physical therapy to gain strength back in her left arm along with her hand.
Tinsley pulled back and peered up into my eyes. “What’s the verdict?”
“Guilty,” I answered without hesitation. “My father won’t ever be able to hurt you again. I made sure of it.”
Tinsley sighed with relief. She had testified against her father-in-law, and my wife’s testimony was solid. She did an outstanding job during the trial and held her composure. Her strength was amazing, her spirit was inspiring, and she was anexcellent role model for any woman. She’d make a wonderful mother for our children.
“Thank you,” Tinsley whispered with tears in her eyes.
Some beads of gratitude rolled down onto her cheeks, and I brushed them away with a small smile. My wife deserved her freedom, and I was glad I could deliver the good news. She wouldn’t attend another court session because she never wanted to see Cyprus Morgan ever again, and I didn’t blame her. She was brave and faced my father head on with the reality of what he had done to her. All the hell he had put her through, and I was happy I could be there by her side through it all.
In the beginning, I was against her, and we were enemies at odds, but our connection to each other pushed through. We couldn’t fight the one thing always there between us. Our love.
I grabbed a treat from the shelf and said, “We should celebrate.”
I tapped the giant peppermint twirl stick on her nose, and she giggled at me. “What did you have in mind?”
Fuck. Those wicked emerald eyes and that damn purr in my wife’s voice made my balls want to burst. The skin pulled up tight against me, and my cock grew erect behind my zipper. Sideways, actually. I had to adjust myself, and her eyes widened with lust because she knew I was undeniably hard for her.
I backed her up against a glass door with tinted candy swirls and lollipops decorating the window so I couldn’t see inside. Tinsley gasped as the door hit her backside, but I pushed on the handle for it to open and we went inside. All around us was fucking candy galore. It was a small enclosed room with windows to see out toward the front of the candy store.
I locked the door.
“Mitt? What are you doing?” Tinsley asked as she searched around, and the top shelf of the bubble gum rack met at the height of her neck.
I brushed the hair from her neckline and laid a kiss on the tender spot. Her mother fucking moan made my cock bob, or at least it tried. As restricted as my dick was, I still felt so damn alive, and I wanted to enjoy my wife. I wanted to relish in her pleasurable cries for me right here and right now. I didn’t care who saw her face coated with passion, because she was all mine.
I backed her up against the shelf, candies fell to the ground. Licorice, gummy bears, bubble gum balls, hard candy, suckers, and chocolate bars. There was a mess, but I’d pay for it all.
My wife’s pleasure was worth all the damn sweet treats in the world.
“I’m going to please you, angel,” I answered.
