Page 106 of Christmas with the Denton Billionaires

“Thoughts?”

“The real thing is way better.” She clutched at his biceps. “Take those pants offnow.”

It was hard to say no to that. Chris stood and hopped from one foot to the other as he shimmied out of his pants, grabbing a condom and setting it within easy reach. “Oooo. Commando. I like it.” Mara sat up, tearing off her shirt and bra. Chris inhaled sharply, easing back on top of her before covering her breasts with his hands. Her head tipped back, and she moaned.

“I agree one hundred percent,” Chris said. He swiped his tongue across each rosy nipple, turning them pebbly, before he tugged down her pants, followed by her panties. He buried his face between her legs, scraping his teeth against the stiff peak of her clit.

“Ohhh, lord.”

“Mmm.” He got to work moving his tongue back and forth over that hard nub. She locked her thighs around his head, and he shifted, wedging his shoulder to keep her from smacking her legs against his ears. His chest heaved as he slurped and licked at her, eager to send her over the edge before they’d even begun.

“Chriiis.” She bucked her hips, knotting her fingers in his hair. He growled and slipped two fingers inside her, probing her silken heat. His eyes fluttered shut, and he took her clit between his lips. Yes, he wanted her to unravel first. And then again. And again.

Chris worked his fingers in and out, sucking and nipping at her clit until her whole body went tense and she tossed her head back. She squeaked out, “I’m close—” before her pussy started convulsing around him. Her orgasm prompted a guttural cry from her. He swiped his tongue back and forth over her clit a few more times for good measure enjoying the tremors that wracked her body.

When she lay panting and trembling on the couch, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and then eased himself down on top of her. She looked up at him with wild eyes.

“Got energy for one more?” he teased, wiggling his hips so that his straining cock found the damp crease of her pussy.

She swallowed hard and nodded. “God, yes. I want you inside me right now.”

That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing the condom, he tore off the wrapper and quickly sheathed himself. Then he dipped down and caught her lips in a kiss. He rocked his hips in a slow circle before his cockhead slipped inside her. Mara groaned, hooking her arms around his neck, and he sank deeper. The tops of his shoulders prickled as he eased into her velvety heat, bliss washing over him.

This. This right here. The electric heat of Mara filled him from the inside out. The sizzling contentment that sparked anytime she was near. After the evening they’d shared, and now being buried deep inside her again, it was hard to remember why she shouldn’t be the one for him.

Chris groaned, his lips skating over her jawline as he rocked into her, over and over again. Mara melted against the couch, clinging to him, little whimpers mixed with gasps. Her breath against his ear sent shivers down his spine and pushed him even closer to the edge. He scooped her body into his arms and sat back on his heels. She locked her thighs around his waist, eyes flashing as they assumed the new position.

“Mmm.” A throaty laugh escaped her, and she rocked her hips against him. The new angle provided even more depth. His abs tightened in preparation for what came next.

“That’s right. Ride me, Mara.” He palmed her ass cheeks, jiggling them a little until she giggled. Her head lolled back, and she started a slow but intense rhythm on top of him. Her breasts jiggled in his face each time she slammed down on top of him.

“Oh, God,” he croaked, after she claimed his cock yet again. He tightened his arms around her waist, smashing their bodies together. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he held tight as she rocked against him again, bucking her hips just as he thrust upwards. A surprised cry escaped her, and her thighs tensed around him.

She was coming. Again. Chris grunted and drilled upward into her, which allowed his own release to come barreling forward. His orgasm exploded, sticky sweet and raging, filling his limbs with heat and prickles and relief. He held onto her for dear life as the waves of pleasure pummeled him. When he could finally think again in the languid aftermath, he looked up to find a lazy grin on her face.

“Wow.” She blinked slowly, as if she might fall asleep on top of him.

“Mm hmm.” He buried his face in her neck again, reassured by the scent of her. It would still be a minute before he could form words.

She sighed, running her fingertips back and forth over the wide planes of his back and rested her head on his shoulder. For a long time, nobody said anything. This was a sweet lull. The type of dreamy aftermath he’d missed without even realizing. He and Mara had always made magic together. And now, even after so long apart and so many lost years between them, it looked like they were right back to doing the same.

Mara was the magic he was missing in life.

And this time, he didn’t want to let her get away.

10

MARA

Mara woke Sunday morning to sunshine streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows in Chris’s condo, letting her know that it was at least mid-morning. She moved slowly, trying to extricate herself from where she was tangled with Chris without waking him up. She almost succeeded and was just lifting his arm from where it was wrapped around her hip when he tightened his hold.

"Don’t,” he grumbled at her before burying his nose in her neck and going back to sleep.

She couldn’t help grinning at his gravelly voice, but she really needed to pee. Rubbing his hand, Mara tugged gently on his wrist and then cringed when he tightened his hold. Yep, it was now urgent.

“Chris. You have to let me go. I gotta pee.” He flexed his hand where it lay, and she felt an increase in pressure against her bladder. “Seriously. Unless you want to pay an extra cleaning fee, youreally needto let me up.”

He grumbled but did release her, rolling over and pulling the blanket up over his shoulder.

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