Page 105 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

When we got back downstairs, my dad and Miranda were just finishing putting all the presents under the tree and eating the cookies and drinking the milk for Santa.

"Everything all right?" my father asked.

I took Oliver's hand and grinned as I looked up at him. "Christmas came early for me and the girls."

"Aww, that's so romantic.” Mira sighed.

My father growled. "If you hurt any of them, I'm going to make you sorry."

I rolled my eyes at my dad.

"If I hurt them, I’ll deserve it," Oliver said, squeezing my hand.

"I'm exhausted, Brett. Let's go to bed."

My father narrowed his eyes at her as if he recognized, as I did, that she was trying to get him out of the room so that I could be alone with Oliver.

My father acquiesced, and they headed upstairs, leaving us alone in the living room. Oliver pulled me close and started kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. My plan was to never let him go.

The kiss was thorough, loving, and slowly turning hotter. I felt the swell of his erection against my belly. "My goodness, Santa. It feels like you have another package for me."

He laughed as he trailed his lips along my neck. "Santa has a fantasy of making love to you in front of that gorgeous fire."

I pulled back and shook my head. "No, not there. I'm pretty sure that's where my brother Grayson was conceived. I try to make it a habit not to have sex anywhere my dad and Maranda have had it."

He made a face. “I guess that would be weird."

"Good news is that the girls sleep in the room that was my room when I was growing up. So now, my bedroom is down here, off the kitchen."

His smile was nearly feral. "Are you saying that we can make love and I don't have to worry about your father kicking my ass?"

"Yes. And maybe I should tell you that if you don't make love to me, I'm going to kick your ass."

His thumb brushed over my lower lip. "I'm more terrified of you than him, so show me where this room is."

I took his hand and led him through the kitchen and to the back room. He scooped me up into his arms and then laid me on the bed, his body covering mine.

He looked down on me with those gorgeous green eyes. “I was scared shitless that you wouldn’t forgive me.”

“I love you, Oliver.”

He closed his eyes as if he were savoring my words.

“Do you forgive me?” I asked, realizing I needed to hear him say the words.

“Yes, of course. I understand now. This was my fault.”

“Not all.”

“Mostly. I handled it all wrong, and I’m sorry.” He dipped his head and kissed me. “I love you, Lindsay. It’s always only been you.”

His words were the final salve on my heart.

His hands caressed my body. His lips kissed and nipped my skin as he removed my clothes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured after each kiss. “So fucking beautiful.”

I sank into his warmth, into his love, letting it wash through me and make me feel whole again.

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