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“I’ve been wondering about the nickname Emerald. Where’d that come from?”
I rolled onto my back, pulling her onto my chest. “When I saw you in the lobby, that first time.. Your eyes. I couldn’t get them out of my head. They reminded me of the jewel and before I knew your real name, that’s what stuck.”
“That’s sweet.” She tangled her fingers in my patch of chest hair.
“I’m glad you like it because you’re stuck with it now,” I chuckled.
“I like it because you thought of it. I don’t think I’ve ever had a nickname before. Other than Em, which is shortening my name, so it doesn’t really count.”
She yawned again and I followed, feeling my eyelids droop. “Merry Christmas, princess.”
She planted a kiss on my chest, nuzzling closer. “Merry Christmas, Saint Nick.”
Our conversation replayed in my mind as I drifted to sleep. I knew there was no way I’d give her up, however, our situation was still complicated. I was still her boss, and despite our feelings growing for each other, that fact hadn’t changed. We lived in different cities and our lives were worlds apart. It might take a Christmas miracle to make our relationship work, but I was a man who believed in miracles.
Chapter 12
Logan
Sunlightdriftedinthroughthe inch-wide gap in the shade, gleaming against the newly fallen snow. I stretched, feeling Emerald’s warm body against me. Her chest rose and fell gently as a murmur slipped from her lips. She still looked gorgeous, fast asleep with her hair spread out around her face and her makeup from the previous night collected under her eyes. I had the best Christmas gift right here next to me. Grinning from ear to ear, I carefully moved to the edge of the bed. I’d take care of my bathroom needs and order us some room service.
I wished I had more gifts for my girl. I’d meant what I said, she deserved to be given the princess treatment. Daydreaming about the sounds she made as I fucked her, I couldn’t wait to climb back into bed.
I used the landline to call the restaurant directly, ordering us their entire breakfast menu along with coffee and tea. Once I’d learned all of Emerald’s favorites I could make sure she always had what she wanted. They said it would be an hour wait. Killing an hour would be easy. We had the whole day together and I’d wanted nothing more than to spend each minute with her.
I climbed back into bed, pulling the duvet over my bare chest and scooting against Emerald’s back.
“Mmm,” she murmured, pressing herself closer. She looked peaceful beside me with sleepy eyes as I trailed my hand over her soft stomach and full breasts. As she roused, turning her head and blinking at me, her face broke into the warmest smile. “I see you woke up excited,” she said in a husky voice.
Gliding her hand along my chest, she rubbed my already throbbing cock. “Mmm. I think I’ll always be excited anytime I’m close to you.”
I claimed her lips, so full and sweet. What started out as soft sleepy kisses quickly became hungry. She rubbed my cock, twisting the ring on my head with her gentle fingertips.
“Fuck, I’m going to come in your hands if you keep that up.” My balls tightened, and I pushed myself into her hand.
“So come,” she moaned. “I want you to.”
“Not before you,” I growled, sliding my fingers into her pussy. She gasped and I dragged my fingers out, spreading her juices to her clit. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with her own and continued to stroke me harder and faster.
I circled her clit, loving the way she moaned into my mouth. As much as I wanted to sink deep inside her, this was so fucking hot. We clenched and trembled at the same time, both finding our release and never letting our lips leave each other for even a second.
When we untangled our limbs, I grabbed a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned us both up.
“You don’t have to do that,” she laughed. “I can clean myself up.”
“I know you can, but I love taking care of you.” I found my T-shirt in the corner of the floor and pulled it over her head. “So you don’t get cold. Breakfast should be here any minute.”
She leaned back on her forearms watching me straighten up the disheveled sheets in nothing but my boxers, with an expression I couldn’t read.
“What’s wrong?” I stopped what I was doing and faced her, my chest growing tight.
“Nothing’s wrong.” She smiled and dropped her gaze to the floor. “I’m not used to anyone taking care of me the way you do. It might take some time for me to adjust.”
Of all the things we had in common, it was this that crushed me the most. I understood what she felt all too well.
“Take all the time you need,” I said before bending to brush a light kiss against her lips. A knock at the door startled me and I jerked up. “Ah. There’s breakfast. I hope you’re hungry.”
Laughing, she asked, “Why do I sense you ordered way too much food?”
