Page 14 of Merry Me Grumphole

Growing louder, I’m silenced when he captures my mouth with his.

Hooking my legs around his hips, I shudder beneath his weight. Wrapping my arms around him, my fingers dig into his back. Each time he buries himself deeper, I feel myself unraveling. This man will be the one behind my undoing.

He grunts against my mouth when I leave crescent-shaped marks against his skin. “Be mine, Gwen.”

“You think you have to ask?” My hips jerk as my walls squeeze around him. “I’ve always been yours. From the very beginning.”

He curses and rests his forehead against mine. We don’t need to call each other out for being stubborn and blind. We could’ve had this much sooner if we’d just admitted our feelings when they first manifested.

Though, if I had the choice to redo all of this, I wouldn’t change a thing. I loved all of those shared moments and our games.

His nose brushes the hollow of my throat before I feel his sigh. He continues his kisses, attacking my throat. Oh, I know he’s going to leave another mark, one matching the other.

The tingles I get at the thought keep me from stopping him.

“Come for me, Gwen.”

So demanding. Though from the way his hips are moving against mine, I don’t have a problem doing as I’m told.

Stars take my vision as my stomach tightens. Hearing him hiss and groan as I tighten around him, his thrusts continue until he fills me with a delicious heat.

We are both panting against the couch now, trying to collect ourselves. Today has seriously been a ride. A memorable holiday, that’s for sure.

Looking over at him, my heart squeezes in my chest when I see how happy he looks. This man is something else. He should be impressed with himself for how easily he swooped in and stole my heart.

It takes a minute before he’s sliding out and we’re left looking at each other.

“Everything is going to feel so strange now at the office,” I mumble as I move to sit up. “Egging you on isn’t going to feel the same.”

“Oh, but I hope you have no intentions of stopping. You make my days easier,Gwenevere.” He laughs when I thump his chest with my hand. He might laugh now, but I’m sure if I start calling him Sanders again, he’ll be ready to crush me against his chest until I stop it.

“It’s a good thing you always wear nice clothes,” I tell him as I move to sit up. “I can wash them so you can stay the night. We can go to worktogether.”

“How scandalous,” he teases, not denying my idea. “The two people who are always at each other’s throats? I hope you’re ready to be the talk of the office.”

We’ve done plenty enough for this to be the case. I’m not worried about it in the slightest. Honestly, this man is going to distract me too much to even notice what others are saying.

From the way he’s looking at me now, all I care about is what he thinks about me. His loving gaze says it all.

He’s mine as much as I am his.

Gwen

One Year Later

“Do we really have to attend this year?” Riley asks, leaning close to me as we talk the elevator up to our floor. “We could do anything else right now.”

I scoff, fighting back a smile. “You should know how important this party is to me. It’s essentially what brought us together.”

He grunts, unable to argue with that. “Well, while I know how much you wanted to come, I don’t see whyIhave to dress up. You’re looking quite festive enough.”

One look his way and I can see the way his face scrunches up at the sweater I bought him. Little lights twinkle all around the image of Santa. I love it so much. Even with a ridiculous sweater on, there is no denying how good he looks.

I tilt my head, smiling wider as my earrings jingle. Took a while to find the pair, but I knew I had to once my husband mentioned how much he liked them.

“If you want to take it off, you have to wait until we get back home.” Wiggling my brows, I earn myself a scoff. I can’t help but let my amusement grow. Even now after all this time together, I love making the man grow flustered. He’s just as bad, so I never hold back.

Unable to keep my smile off my lips, I turn away and watch the doors slide open. Music curls around us as we step out.

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