Page 42 of One Night at Christmas

She could no longer speak. Bryson pumped and pounded into her pussy. Keeping quiet was almost impossible. She bit down hard on her inner cheek and collapsed onto her back. He took her again and again. Her body was at his complete mercy. Her climax exploded. He didn’t slow down. With a big hand covering her belly, pressing her against the floor, he drove into her pussy. Just when she thought the stimulation too much to handle, he came a second time and stilled.

“I can’t…believe…that was…” She panted.

He pulled out of her and stood with her in his arms. She didn’t have the strength to hold on. In her bathroom, he placed her on her feet then turned on the shower. Her nightie floated to the floor after he removed it, and the two of them climbed into the shower. He washed her and then himself. She let him handle it all.

After he dried them both, he carried her to her bed and left the room. She rolled over intending to talk to him when he came back, but sleep dragged her down to lala land.

Chapter Eighteen

Excited squealing woke Charon from a solid sleep. She sat up in bed, nervous that Naomi was upset about something. Another peel of laughter made her realize Naomi must have gotten into the presents. Charon yawned and climbed out of bed. She threw on a robe to be decent and knotted it as she headed down the hall. Half the living room was covered in wrapping paper.

“What in the world?”

Bryson paused while handing Naomi another package. He had the nerve to look guilty. “Don’t be upset, baby. I figured she could open one or two before you woke up. Then you could sleep a little longer.”

“One or two? More like ten from all this mess.”

“No, that was just one. He pointed at the cute pink bike in the corner.”

Her jaw dropped. “I didn’t see that last night.”

He winked. “I told you I had a car full. I could only bring a little at a time with each trip.”

“Bryson, we don’t have room for all this stuff.”

“Then we’ll have to get a bigger place.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Mommy, look what Uncle Bryson gave me.” Her daughter held up a doll baby that looked real.

“Uncle?”

He shrugged. “We were trying it out, but you’re right. It’s not going to work afterward. I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

She blushed and dropped down to the carpet to allow her daughter to show her all the gifts she received from Bryson.

“And there are some for you too, Mommy. I’ll bring you yours.” Her little busybody snagged box after box, and Charon found herself blinking away tears. Bryson was far too generous, but she had the feeling he enjoyed it so much she shouldn’t fight him. As she thought about how miserable she was over the last four years with Morris, Bryson must have had it worse—all because they were stupid.

Not anymore.

“Anyone want breakfast?” she offered.

Bryson perked up. “Let’s have cookies for breakfast.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Cookies!” Naomi jumped up and down with her doll arm-locked at her side.

Charon shrugged. “Why not? Let’s do it.”

When she brought a plate of peanut butter cookies and a plate of sugar cookies that she and Naomi had decorated into the living room, Bryson was picking up his ringing phone. Charon’s stomach knotted, but he frowned at the screen and threw the phone onto the couch unanswered.

“Cookies!” He tried to imitate a Muppet and failed. Charon laughed, and Naomi giggled.

Charon’s phone rang. She checked her screen and saw Morris’s name. Unfortunately, she couldn’t ignore it the way that Bryson did. She sighed and pressed the button as she held out the phone to Naomi. “Here, baby. Your daddy’s calling.”

“Hello, Daddy? I got a bunch of toys! Let me show you.” Naomi chattered away, probably not giving Morris a chance to speak. Charon settled on the carpet next to Bryson, and he grabbed her hand to place a small package into it. Her heart skipped a beat because she could tell what was inside from the shape. She gazed at him and swallowed. Sure enough, the box contained a diamond ring. Neither of them said a word as he placed the ring on her finger.

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