Page 60 of My First Mistake
Her eyes sparkle with desire and excitement. “Oh, you want to see them like that?”
“It’s why I bought them for you.”
“Then it would be rude not to give you what you paid for, sir,” she purrs before peeling off her sweater and letting it drop to the floor. Next comes her bra, and she peels it languidly down her arms until her full tits spring free. I have to stop myself from pouncing on her already.
She turns in a circle, giving me a spectacular view of her ass. “Panties too, Addie.”
Torturously slowly, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and then works them over her hips and thighs. When they fall into a pool of damp fabric at her feet, she expertly steps out of them before flicking them at me with the point of her shoe.
My fingers curl around the delicate lace and I hold them to my nose, taking a deep inhale that has me feral for her. “Fucking delicious,” I growl.
“Is this what you wanted, Chase?” She spins in a circle again, and I lose all the control I’ve been holding onto. I push her against the dresser while pulling my cock from my jeans and then I practically mount her. And she wraps her legs around me and sinks the heels of her shoes into my ass.
“Thisis what I want, baby. What I always fucking want. You. Naked. And my cock inside you.”
“God, Chase, you’re so good at that,” she groans, hands fisted in my hair. “And thank you, by the way.”
I drive into her. “Do you mean for the shoes or the fucking?”
She giggles and it lights me up from the inside. “Neither. I meant for you.”
I smile against her skin, pulling her closer and tighter, until there’s not a sliver of light between us.
I forgot how much I love Christmas, and by the next one she’s going to be my wife and then I truly will have everything I’ve ever wanted.
Epilogue 1
ADDISON - SEVEN MONTHS LATER
# Happy endings should always be delivered as promised
“Take it all off, Firefly. Leave the shoes,” Chase growls. He’s sitting against the headboard in his shirt and dress pants, arms behind his head and his biceps straining against the fabric of his shirt. He looks good enough to eat.
“You want me to leave the shoes?”
He nods. “I love fucking you in those slutty red heels.”
I gasp, faking my horror. “Pretty sure you’re not allowed to call your wife slutty, sir. Especially not on her honeymoon.”
“Pretty sure I called your shoes slutty, baby. Now take off your clothes and get your ass over here.”
“The dress too?” I lower the straps of the beautiful cream silk dress he bought me today while we were shopping in Milan. The one that hugs my curves so perfectly it feels tailor-made, and the one he’s been growling about tearing off me all night.
“Especially the dress. I want to see what’s mine.”
I unzip it agonizingly slowly.
He growls, frustrated. “Don’t make me come over there and rip it off you, Addie.”
“You can’t do that, Chase. It cost a fortune. And I did promise you a striptease.”
He groans, “You’re all tease and no strip.”
“You’re so impatient.”
He climbs off the bed, stalking toward me like a lion stalking its prey. “No, Firefly. I have been a very patient man. I have taken you for dinner and danced with you under the stars, and I have behaved like a gentleman all night while you have flaunted this incredible, sexy body every single chance you got.”
He slides his arms around my waist, yanking me close until my chest bumps against his. “Hmm.” I trail my fingers over his collar. “I’m not sure sliding your hand into my panties in the car, or following me into the restroom and pinning me against the wall while you fingerbanged me can be considered gentlemanly behavior.”
