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“Pinch your nipples,” I order, and she does. I know the sharp zing of pain is just enough to push her right over the edge, and she cries out. When she does, I latch onto her clit with my mouth and suck hard, sharpening her orgasm. She moans long and low and comes hard for me, and I love every second of it, lapping her release until she’s limp in my arms.
Standing, I press my forehead to hers. “That was beautiful, baby.”
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and drops her head to the curve of my neck, and having her limp, satisfied body snuggled to me awakens deep feelings in me.
“The town tree-lighting ceremony is tonight,” I murmur in her ear. “I thought since most of the town will be there, we could close early and go to it. You game?”
Her head doesn’t move when she replies.
“That sounds wonderful. It’ll be nice to have a night off. We’ve both been working so hard.”
“Great,” I say and hear the rumble of a car pulling up. I twist, glancing through the front window to see two of our new hires. “It’s time to get to work. I guess that means I’ll have to let you put some clothes on this delectable body.”
She giggles. “Guess so.”
I dip my head and give one nipple a final kiss, then lift her off the counter and drop her to her feet, giving her naked ass a swat. “Go on, woman.”
She’s halfway across the room when I call after her.
“You forgot these.” I toss her panties through the air, and she snags them with her hand, then dashes to the bedroom.
There’s a knock on the door, and I let Bobby and Ed in. “You boys want some coffee?”
“Sounds great. Thanks.”
I fill them each a mug, and we troop outside to the porch. “How’s the lot of cut trees looking?”
“We could use a few more,” Bobby replies.
I nod, drain my cup, and toss the dregs over the porch rail. “Then let’s hit it, boys.”
We leave our mugs on the porch table, and I tug a pair of gloves on and tromp down the steps.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JJ—
Standing behind Rebecca, my arms wrapped around her, we gaze up at the town’s huge Christmas tree. A band plays carols from the town gazebo, and a choir sings along.
Joy is in the air, and my heart is heavy with an emotion I’m not used to having. It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling that wraps around my heart.
As much as I’ve fought it my entire life, I now know exactly what it is. I’m in love for the first time in my life. Real love—the kind I know will stick with me until I go to my grave.
All I can think about is Rebecca. Day and night, she fills my thoughts, pushing everything else aside, including the club. It’s a new feeling. It’s a powerful feeling. It’s an intoxicating feeling… and I’m addicted. One-hundred percent obsessed.
So much so that I arranged something special for tonight, and I hope Rebecca likes it, and I hope I don’t fuck it all up.
Once the ceremony is over, I tug her hand. “Come on.”
She follows along. “Where are we going?”
“Just over here.” I lead her to the other side of the gazebo, where a white horse with a wreath around its neck is hitched to a carriage.
The driver opens the door and tips his head. “Ma’am.”
Rebecca gives me a quizzical glance. “Is this for us?”
“It is.”
