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We climbed into the bed, and I discovered quickly she was correct. The mattress was lumpy. But that ceased to matter when I pulled her close and she nestled into my chest as if she was meant to be there. I had to stifle a groan as she wiggled against me to get comfortable. My cock was fully ready for her. I tried to shift my hips back, but she obviously felt me against her.
“Oh, ah, sorry,” she mumbled.
“Ignore it. It’ll settle.”
Maybe.
With a sigh, she relaxed and fell asleep quickly. I knew she was tired. She worked, looked after her son, and had the added stress of the holidays. And she did it all on her own.
I waited until I knew she was deeply asleep. I had never moved as carefully as I did for the next while. I slipped down to my car and pulled out the bags Lewis had left. I snuck back upstairs and added gifts to the ones currently under the tree, putting the reused gifts for her into the bag, which I tucked into the closet. I added a full stocking for Rosie. The sled I had purchased was too big to wrap, but I propped it against the wall, adding a festive bow. It was sleek and fast. AJ would love it. Then I crept back into bed, smiling as she snuggled against me again.
A while later, I woke alone, sitting up to see Rosie kneeling by the tree, staring at it and the pile of gifts. She was touching the ribbon on a package, shaking her head. I flung back the blanket, padded across the room, and sat behind her. “What are you doing, Rosie?”
“How did these get here?”
“Santa.”
She turned, the soft glow of the tree casting her face in light. “I didn’t expect…” She trailed off.
“I know. I wanted you to have a surprise too.”
“You’re incredible.”
I touched her nose with mine, rubbing it affectionately.
“I think the same of you.”
“Asher,” she whispered. “What if therewassomething I wanted? Something only you could give me?”
“Ask me,” I replied without hesitation. “Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you.”
She drew in a deep breath. “You. I want you.”
I froze. “If we do this, Rosie, then you’re mine. I don’t play the field. I take sex seriously. I’ll be all in. You understand that?”
She pulled her pajama top over her head, her breasts full and taut in the glow of the tree. “I’m all in too.”
There was nothing else to say.
I yanked her into my arms.
CHAPTERFIVE
ASHER
She was liquid fire around me. Warm, soft, fluid. Her breasts were perfect in my hands, her nipples hard points under my tongue. She smelled like flowers and tasted like sugar. We kissed endlessly, never moving away from the tree. I laid her out on the floor, worshipping every inch of her body. She was ticklish on the right side. The sexy freckles I liked so much were scattered all over her body, and I enjoyed tracing them with my tongue. She whimpered when I sucked her nipples and moaned softly when I nibbled on the sensitive spot behind her ear. She was responsive and eager. As desperate for me as I was for her.
“Condom,” I hissed.
“On the pill. I haven’t had sex since AJ,” she assured me.
“It’s been a long time for me.”
“Take me like this,” she whispered. “I want you.”
Her sharp gasp when I entered her was music to my ears.
“Oh, you feel so good,” she groaned. “Sogood, Asher.”
