Page 100 of All I Want For Christmas Is You

“Mm. Best one ever.” She spread her legs wider, and he reached for her breasts. He knew just how to make her dissolve into the most blissful sensations. Over a year and a half together, and this man had kissed, touched, caressed, and stroked, every inch of her body. He’d taken the time to explore her and learn her sensitive spots. “Yes.”

He ran his palm across her nipples, pinching them, ramping up her need. Her hips rocked against his mouth, and her fingernails scraped across his scalp. When she grabbed a fistful of his hair, he said, “You want to come on my mouth or my cock?”

“Do I have to choose?”

He laughed. “Never.” His tongue found her clit, his fingers slid inside her slick core, and electric heat shot through her.

“God, Beau. God.” She closed her eyes, losing herself in the inexorable swirl of his tongue and the rhythmic caress of his fingers on that sensitive inner patch. As the erotic tension peaked, the world went black…and just when she didn’t think she could stand it another second, stars exploded behind her eyelids.

She soared into a universe made up of a euphoric love only soul mates understood. Before she could come down to earth, he surged forward. His mouth covered hers in a desperate, devouring kiss.

One hand slid under her ass, tilting her, and he thrust inside. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she hugged him to her, so full of love for this man. His insatiable need for her made her feel like an absolute queen.

Pulling out, he sat back on his heels and dragged her onto his lap. His shiny, wet cock stood at full attention as he took in her naked body. “Fuck. You’re so hot.” His hands glided up her belly, her rib cage, until he grabbed handfuls of her breasts. He lunged forward to lick her nipples and suck them into his mouth.

He made her feel like a sexual goddess, and she threw her arms over her head and basked in the way he worshipped her. He sat back up and got a hold of his cock, and heat streamed through her at the feral look in his eyes. Slowly, he pushed back inside, and he let out a shaky breath.

And then, with those big hands on her hips, he used her body for his pleasure. Yanking her on and off his cock, he fucked her. His cries grew frantic, and he watched her breasts bounce. She knew he wanted them in his hands, his mouth, but couldn’t do both at once, so she cupped them, pressing them together and keeping them on full display.

“Fuck.” Pushing her off his lap, he stretched out over her. He tucked his face into her neck, slamming into her again and again, faster, harder, until the tension grew so unbearable, she cried out. She came hard and fast, one peak hitting after another.

He let out a roar, fusing their hips together, and fucking her with powerful, short thrusts. “Fuck.” Spent, he rolled to her side, kissed the tip of her breast, and fell onto his back. “You’re going to kill me.”

“I literally didn’t do a thing,” she teased. “You manhandled me.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I felt real bad about that. Until you came a second time.”

She loved the way he’d helped her see her body in a whole new light. “You should wake me up like this every day. Why save it for special occasions?”

Since today was the opening of the mall, they didn’t have plans to celebrate, but she was okay with that. It was only seven in the morning, and he’d already given her two orgasms.

After the unconditional love he’d shown her and the hard work he consistently put into their relationship, what would a bouquet of flowers or a tennis bracelet mean? She had everything she could ever want right here in this bed, in this cabin, with this man.

She let out a satisfied sigh. “I love you.”

He rolled onto his side and hitched up on an elbow. Worry gripped his features. “As much as I want to say it back—”

Excuse me?

What the hell, Beau?

Had his feelings changed? Her mind hurtled back to two birthdays ago, to the day she’d expected a surprise party and instead gotten dumped.

But even before he could finish his sentence, she gave the ridiculous insecurities the boot. Because she knew him. Knew what they were to each other. She had no doubt he adored her.

He brushed the hair off her forehead. “Sometimes, I wake up before you and just watch you sleep, and my heart can hardly stand how lucky I am. How did I get a woman who cares so deeply about me and my children? Who understands what the mine means to me—this land, the history, the geology? You just get it. You get me. Saying I love you feels as bland as a greeting card. What I feel is so much more. I need you, I crave you. I miss you when you’re in the other room, and there are never enough hours in the day to spend with you, exploring your thoughts, your body, your heart. I want more and more and more of you.”

She turned onto her side, so they were face-to-face. “I more than love you, too. You are the piece of my soul that was missing, and now, with you, I’m complete.”

Her kids had called in the morning, so Beau headed off to the mall without her to help the artists and caterers with their last-minute setup. Now, though, she was on her way, and she couldn’t be more excited.

Once she, Callie, and Phinny had met, everything had come together. They’d gone with her idea of filling the spaces with artists-in-residents from around the world, and to their surprise, they’d discovered a huge interest in living in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, for a year and working and selling their art in this little mall just outside of Calamity.

It had taken eighteen months to pull it all together, but today, they’d open their doors and visitors from around the world would come to see gallery-worthy art.

For months, Margot had worried about losing money for Beau—what if no one showed up? But it hadn’t been just the three of them marketing the mall. It was the artists, the tourism board, and local business owners who would benefit from this new draw to the area. So, when the lodge started booking gallery owners from London, New York, Paris, and Miami, she knew they’d be just fine. Better than fine.

All dressed up on this gorgeous June afternoon, Margot parked and got out of her Mercedes SUV—a Christmas gift from Beau because he wanted her safe on these snowy mountain roads—and headed to the building. They’d turned the entire mall into an art installation—inside and out—and the setting sun glanced off the copper and steel sculptures, making it look like it was on fire.

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