Page 44 of His Christmas Gift

“You feel so damn good,” he gritted out.

I could hardly think straight enough to kiss him. There was so much heat. So much need. With each thrust, he nudged me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn’t last long when I was with him, and it didn’t help that he knew exactly what to do to push me the rest of the way.

Dean reached around my thigh and pressed his fingertips against my clit, rubbing chaotic circles as he moved. He broke from my lips and pressed kisses against my shoulder blade instead.

I lowered my head, panting and moaning as he worked me so well. I could already feel tremors starting to tease my body. I was so close, teetering on the edge.

Dean thrust into me harder, quickening his pace as he felt himself grow close. It was impossible to keep our orgasms at bay for long. Pleasure demanded to be felt, and it was about to crash down on us.

“Come for me.”

That was all I needed to let myself go. I leaned back against him, crying out in bliss as I felt his teeth press into my shoulder. So much heat flooded through me, making me shake from the intensity and sensitivity. It was all so much at one time and hearing his moan only made my orgasm feel that much more powerful.

Dean rocked into me a few more times before pulling out and rolling onto his back. He breathed heavily, trying to calm down after the jolt of euphoria that struck him like lightning. He reached out and gently grabbed me, turning me over so that I could lay on his chest.

“Sorry, I’m all sweaty,” he chuckled as a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead.

“Talk about a workout,” I laughed softly as I tilted my head up to peer at him. I was feeling a bit sweaty myself. It was impossible not to sweat a little when I felt so hot.

“We should work out together more often,” Dean replied with a wink. “Good way to work up a sweat.”

“You’re finding every excuse to get me in bed with you,” I said, shaking my head playfully. He didn’t have to do much convincing, though. At times, I was the one doing the convincing, but I certainly didn’t have to try very hard either.

“Do you blame me?” Dean asked.

I smirked and shook my head.

“I’m not that special, Dean. You can get anyone you want,” I reminded him. A lot of women wanted to be with a handsome billionaire like him. He was the whole package, and I had no idea why he was so interested in me. I was sure that he had met a lot of interesting women with incredible success and backstories. Mine wasn’t all that interesting in the grand scheme of things.

Dean frowned.

“You really think that?” he asked me. “You’re the most special woman I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of people.”

“Why? I figured you were doing this out of pity because of how you used to treat me,” I admitted. It was a thought that had crossed my mind before. I was all for people trying to redeem themselves, though.

“Of course, I’m sorry about that, but I also agreed because I like being around you,” Dean told me.

“I thought you just liked tormenting me,” I replied, trying to get to the bottom of why he acted the way he did around me. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the possibility that he liked me in the same manner that I liked him.

“Kissing you and having sex with you is tormenting you?” Dean asked as he raised an eyebrow at me.

I had to crack a smile at that. Doing those things to me was far from tormenting to me.

“No. I guess I just expected this trip to go differently,” I replied. I believed that we both did, but at least we weren’t at each other’s throats or sabotaging each other. We were working as a team, and we were a good team.

“I guess the Christmas spirit got to us,” Dean chuckled as he drifted his hand up my back.

That was certainly one way to put it. I wondered if there was any truth to that. I sat up and brushed my hair back from my damp forehead.

“Let’s take that hot shower you were talking about,” I told him with an inviting smile. I was looking forward to getting clean and then going to bed. Lately, we had been doing a light form of cuddling before bed. We lay right next to each other, hooking arms or leaning our heads against each other. It was sweet and intimate.

Dean quickly jumped to his feet and led me to the bathroom, turning on the water before turning to me.

“I’m glad you chose me to be your fake fiancé,” he said with a cheeky look on his face.

Before I could respond, he hopped into the shower, disappearing behind the white curtain. I paused before following him, feeling the fast racing of my heart. I believed that this wouldn’t have worked out if I hadn’t chosen him. It seemed like the worst decision at the time, but it turned out to be the best decision that I possibly could’ve made. Life was funny like that.

Unpredictable. Surprising. Exciting.

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