Page 35 of A Merry Penthouse Christmas
I laugh so much harder at that, it halts my rhythm. I can’t even mind, because it’s the ones who make you laugh who are truly worth keeping. I never realized how true that was. I never realized laughing and enjoying someone’s company could beat out taking them to bed—though having both is the real Christmas miracle.
As our grinding renews, we’re too wet already. Too hard. Too close.
And I still want Beau to be the big spoon.
I slow us down and reach for my second nightstand drawer, which Beau apparently got a preview of, but in lieu of trying any toys today, I grab lube and a condom.
I slick Beau’s fingers before guiding his hand behind me, urging him to do exactly what I said I wanted. For someone less experienced with men, he knows how to use those fingers where I lead them. Maybe his ex was into this, but that doesn’t earn her any points when she was stupid enough to cheat on him and let him get away.
Tipped forward while Beau stretches me, I can better reach his chest with my mouth. And his neck. His cheek. His lips and tongue.
All the while, whenever I lift upright, Beau’s eyes devour me, from my hooded blue eyes to the length of my body and between our connected hips.
He licks his lips with a slow swipe of his tongue. “You know what I’m thinking?”
“What’s that?”
“How amazing you’d look riding me right now.”
“That…” I moan as his fingers sink deeper inside me. “…is the idea.”
“And maybe… some other time… you can fuck me into the mattress.”
“Both.” I knock his hand away, because I am more than ready for more. “Absolutely, eventually, both.”
I am tighter than usual since I’ve been abstaining, but oh so ready to finally get a taste of this man who has occupied most of my thoughts these past two months. Beau is hard and hot and just the kind of fullness I need today—more than just today—while looking up at me like he wants me for longer too.
He doesn’t just lie there but moves with me and moves me with him by gripping my hips and rocking me atop him. He is amazing, but before I count my blessings, I need to know one thing.
“Does this mean you’re staying?”
Beau laughs like that is the craziest question yet. I think the way he is looking at me might mirror the way I am looking at him in the photograph.
And now.
He lifts one hand from my hips to grasp my chin. “For as long as you’ll have me,” he says.
When he pulls me in for a kiss, damn does it feel like Christmas came early. Neither of us do though. Maybe because Beau was ill last week, he lasts a good long while, just enough longer than I do that I am limp but still loving it when he comes with an arch of his neck and final buck upward.
The next miracle we’re afforded is that it is onlyafterwe’ve cleaned up and coiled together on the bed that Bastian howls over the monitor.
“How about I get him,” Beau offers, “and you refresh our eggnog?”
“Deal.”
Beau takes a bottle into the nursery once we get downstairs, and as soon as I have liberally poured more brandy and eggnog into our mugs, I join him. I find him sitting in the rocker, dressed again in his marigold shirt, tie, and jeans, looking toopaternal and majestic for words. Bastian is downing his bottle like a man starved, and I suppose my little man is, given he is still growing and recovering from his first bug.
As I move into the room, Beau glances at the window and gasps.
“What is it?”
“Open the shades!” he tells me. From his angle, he must be able to see outside.
I do as asked and discover a winter wonderland waiting beyond the glass.
It’s snowing. Large fluffy flakes lazily fall outside the large window like we are in a skyrise snow globe.
Beau looks up at me from the rocker as if all the Christmas magic in the world is right here between us. “Baby’s first snowfall.”
