Page 111 of Perfect Assumption
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Angie and I stand at the doorway and wave everyone off. But the minute the door closes, I pin her to it. “You do realize what you’re standing under,” I announce like it wasn’t Angie who directed me to hang the mistletoe right in the foyer.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I do. The question is what are you going to do about it?”
I immediately lower my head and relish the taste of Angie’s lips beneath mine. Then before I get too lost in the sensation, I tear my mouth away.
Her eyes open languidly. I immediately lose myself in shining pools of deep blue. It takes me a moment to regain my composure before I drag her into the family room and snatch up my Christmas gift.
A purely feminine smile twitches her lips. “But Ward, I bought this for you.”
I growl as I get into her space.
Angie lets a giggle escape.
I brush her hair away from her face before suggesting, “How about you put on the sack of coal you gave me while I turn off the tree and make sure everything’s locked up?”
“I think that’s an excellent suggestion.” Angie rises up on the balls of her feet before snatching the stocking away from me and dashing up the stairs. She darts away before I can capture her in my arms again.
I make quick work of unplugging the tree, making certain the gates Angie laid out are put up so Flower can’t knock over the tree due to sheer spite, and checking the front and back locks. Then I make my way up the stairs. There’s not a sound as I climb the oak stairs to the second floor and make my way toward Angie’s suite of rooms. I knock lightly and wait until I hear, “Come in,” before I fling the door open.
But I freeze the moment I see her.
The charcoal-grey lace teddy is held up by sheer force of will. As I numbly approach, I take in the tiny sparkling crystals interwoven around delicate cutouts. The high lift around her hips makes her impossibly long legs appear even longer. And glowing warmly at her neck is the solid gold locket I gave her that she’s worrying back and forth along the chain. “You’re stunning,” I manage, closing the door behind me.
Angie visibly relaxes.
“I don’t know what I did so right this year. I was given the best gift in the world.” I tug my sweater over my head as I make my way over to her.
Her lips part as I bare my chest to her. That look. I want to sear it onto my brain: innocence and temptation, passion and trust. As she crosses the room on bare feet and slips into my arms, I know I once again believe in Christmas miracles.
I’m holding living proof of it.
I walk Angie backward until her knees bump against the bed. The two of us topple over, and I suck in a breath as her breast pops out from its charcoal wrapping. I cup it as I kiss her hard.
Her fingers rake up the front of my chest, fingers tweaking my nipples much like I do hers. I groan in agony, in pleasure. “Angie, baby. You’re going to make me lose control,” I warn.
“That was the idea. You’re not going to break me, Ward.”
Another level of trust handed to me. I tuck the knowledge safely in my heart even as I begin to tug away my Christmas gift because the real present is tucked underneath.
It takes a bit of wiggling on both our parts that sets me more aflame than I already was until her naked skin is touching every inch of mine. I press kisses along her belly, my path the light dusting of reddish curls that cover her core. My fingers follow the path my mouth makes, and soon, Angie’s writhing on the bed when I slip one, two fingers inside her and my tongue dances along her clit.
Her breathless gasps permeate the air, but it’s her choppy whimpers as she reaches her first climax that drive my own need higher.
I crawl up her still-shivering body, yanking open the drawer where I stashed a box of condoms, and rip it open with my teeth. I quickly roll one on before I hook her leg beneath my elbow. Leaning forward, I catch the look of surprise in her eyes before a heretofore unknown sultriness sets in.
That’s when I hear the clock strike midnight.
“Merry Christmas, Angel,” I whisper as I slide my cock inside. The sound of her wetness gripping me as I press forward until my pelvic bone rests against her clit makes us both moan. Angie’s other leg wraps around my waist as she arches her back.
I begin to thrust and retreat, sliding in slow and easy. Again and again, plunging in and out, driving us both out of our minds. Each and every movement causes the hair to raise on my skin, building the tension in my lower spine.
Angie’s tossing her head back and forth, fighting the sensations threatening us both.
“Don’t, Angel. Just let go. I’ve got you. I promise.” I drive my hips forward again, faster.
“Kiss me,” she begs.
