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Chapter Fourteen

~ Poppy ~

I smiled at the feel of Noah’s arms around me. This was perfection. It was almost everything I’d hoped for since I’d first seen him. That initial glimpse had hit me right in the ovaries. Seriously, I probably ovulated. Right then and there, I’d wanted to have his babies. I’d just gaped at him, everything downstairs getting all hot and slick. That day had been the first time anything like that had ever happened. Not the last. Ever since, I’d fantasized about being with him.

Truly, I swore I hadn’t missed that train on purpose two days ago, but if I’d orchestrated the perfect scenario, I couldn’t have envisioned this better.

His lips skimmed my shoulder where my collar gaped open slightly, and his arms tightened. One hand snaked up to lightly squeeze my breast.

“Merry Christmas,” he rumbled.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I whispered, letting him know my frame of mind. I wanted to play. ASAP.

“Ready for presents, little lamb?”

I wiggled against the hard ridge that pressed into my ass. “I’ve been ready for your big present for a long time.”

He growled, nipping where he’d been kissing. “You’re getting that big gift right after we pretend to be civil and do Christmas presents.”

I turned in his arms. “Don’t you think we can choose how we do things? We’re adults.”

His mouth bussed over mine before he lightly nipped my bottom lip. I moaned, pressing closer to him. He didn’t push me away, but he didn’t take all I offered.

I frowned. Didn’t he want me?

“Oh, I want you,” he said, making me realize I must have muttered that out loud. “And in the future, we’re going to start every holiday with making love. Fact of the matter is, if we don’t do gifts first, I’ll be buried in you faster than you can say Please, Daddy. And you won’t get to open them before our outing today?”

“I like the sound of that, though. Please, Daddy?” I tried, hoping to get my way. But my man had the willpower of a boulder. He wasn’t budging. Which again made me question the depth of his need for me or his resolution to be mine and say screw the rules.

“Are you worried about things?” I asked, as he pulled away and climbed out of the bed.

“What things?” he asked, crossing the couple steps to the fireplace to turn it on. Still lying on my side, I admired the strong curves of his lean yet powerful body, and my mouth watered at the large jut of his cock against his boxer-briefs. I wanted to have him on my tongue again. The idea of doing a blowjob had always turned me on. Turned out, I loved pleasuring Noah that way.

“Your gifts,” he said, going over to his belongings.

I popped up and scrambled out of bed. “I have gifts for you, too.”

Grabbing my robe and the bag from yesterday, I scurried toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be right out,” I yelled behind me.

I heard Noah chuckle as I shut the door. Moving quickly, I took care of my morning needs then dressed in the pink thigh-highs with bows up the front and the tiny velvet Christmas skirt and bra-top I’d picked up yesterday. No panties. Both pieces of the outfit were trimmed in white faux-fur and when I glanced in the mirror on the door, I felt sexy as hell. I pulled my robe over everything and tied the belt tight. Noah would get this part of his gift last.

With my PJs under one arm, and the bag with his other gifts in the other, I headed back out to him. After dropping the bundle of flannel onto my suitcase, I hurried to where he waited.

Noah sat on a blanket he’d spread on the floor just like our picnic dinner yesterday. His back rested against the side of the bed, his long lightly furred legs sprawled before him. I dropped to my knees next to him. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his. I needed to kiss him. I wanted to start every Christmas with his mouth on me.

I wanted to climb onto his lap and straddle him, but that would wait until later.

“Merry Christmas,” I said again after a long moment.

“Merry Christmas, little lamb. Are you ready for your gifts from Daddy.”

I nodded eagerly and sat back on my heels. “We should take turns, though. I have more than one thing for you.”

His eyes danced with delight. It pleased him that I’d managed to get something especially for him. I had a feeling I could give him a paperclip, and he’d be happy with it, if it were something I’d thought would be special to him.

“I have a few for you, too,” he said. “I’ll go first?”

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