Page 71 of All I Want For Christmas Is You

“Cool. Thanks for telling me after I moved all the way out here.”

As they walked the long hallway, he showed her the food court and the shops of varying sizes. He stopped in front of a corner space. “This one’s my favorite because it has a bathroom. It’s also the largest. You can have it, if you want.”

Wait. Does he think he has to buy my happiness? “Beau?”

“Yeah?” He sounded a little worried.

“I’m not Courtney. I’m not going to walk out on you because the house is too remote or my studio is too small. In my twenty-seven-year marriage, I didn’t do that once. I stayed and fought. At the same time, you’re not my ex. I can’t impose his motivations on your actions. So, if we’re going to work out, we have to see each other through a fresh lens.”

“You’re right. And I know that because, when you didn’t respond, that’s exactly where my thoughts went.”

“Respond to what?”

“About whether the isolation will bother you. But you’ve never been here before, so that’s not something you can answer. And I also know if it did bother you, I’d move into town and commute to the mine. Because you’re my person, Margot, and I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He dipped, caught her behind her knees, and lifted her into his arms.

She laughed as he carried her over the threshold into the empty room.

“If you want this space, it’s yours. You can sell tacos or hang your art—or use it as an office—whatever you want. You’ve spent your whole life taking care of other people, and now it’s your turn. I get to take care of you.”

Her heart swelled, and love spilled into her, hot and fast. “What I feel for you? It’s so big it almost hurts.”

“Let me make it feel better.” He gave her the sweetest kiss, his mouth indescribably soft and warm, his tongue licking in slow, sensual swirls. Even as he walked her into the bathroom, he kept kissing her. And then, he gently lowered her to her feet. Turning her to face the mirror over the sink, he shrugged her coat off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She recognized that look in his eyes, and it kicked up a need so powerful, she trembled from deep within.

As she pulled off her sweater, he knelt to untie her boots and carefully remove them. Then, he yanked down her panties along with her leggings. When he stood, he took in her body from behind, clad only in a bra.

Color swept across his cheeks, and the muscle in his jaw tensed and popped. He peeled back the lace cups and pushed her breasts together, holding them high, her nipples on display. “These are mine.” Quickly, he kicked off his boots and unzipped his jeans, lowering them. He reached around and slid his finger inside her. “Yeah. So wet.” Watching her face in the mirror, he stroked her clit.

She went up in flames.

He bit her neck, and with his other hand unclasped her bra. “Take it off.”

With the back of her head resting against his chest, she took her time lowering first the left strap, and then the right. Watching her every move, he rocked against her bottom. Molten desire coursed through her.

“I can’t believe this is my life now.” With a hand between her shoulder blades, he lowered her.

As he slid inside, she gripped the white porcelain sink, savoring the pure, streaming pleasure. “Yes. Oh, God, Beau.”

He gripped her hips, as he slowly pulled out and then coasted back in. “You’re so tight.” He cupped a breast, gave it a squeeze, and when she ground her hips on him, he pinched her nipple.

Her back arched, pressing her sensitive peak into his hand. Pleasure flooded her, and she sucked in a breath. “Harder.”

His hips punched, sending his cock deep inside of her. His hand mimicked the motion of his thrusts as it moved across her breasts, back and forth. “Mine.”

She wasn’t going to last long. “Yes.” Having this big, muscular man fucking her in a bathroom, watching him barely hold on to his sanity, hearing his growls and moans, just undid her. It was better than any fantasy she’d ever had. “I’m all yours.”

His eyes narrowed, and he rammed his cock inside her. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

He fucked her so hard she could barely speak. “I need you to mean it. No playing around.”

“No playing, Beau. I’m yours.”

Releasing her hip, he reached between her legs and found her clit. He circled it relentlessly, driving her out of her mind. When she reached the tipping point, when all the sensations coalesced, she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and burst into an explosive orgasm that sent hot, streaming sensations rocketing through her. Her hips rammed back against him. “Beau.”

He jerked her hips back and powered into her. His groans filled the closed space, and she watched his body shudder and quake as he found his release inside her.

When he finally calmed down, he set his chin on her shoulder. “Look at you.” He had a look of awe. “Swear to God, I will not let you down.”

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