His Christmas Vixen Read Online C.C. Monroe

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
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“I can’t believe I have a sister. JD couldn’t have known,” she adds.

“No, your parents never told him. You read the letters; they kept it from him. But yes, they had her and placed her when she was a newborn. It was a closed adoption.”

Hanna covers her mouth and cries. "I’m not alone. I’ve never been alone. I have a sister, Theo. God.”

I stand up, then sit beside her, pulling her into my side.

“I can look deeper, and we can see if she would want to meet up. I can do that for you if you want. But I wanted you to have control here.”

“Thank you. I can’t believe you did this for me. I just…. I don’t have words. Theo, what do I do with this?”

I hold her closer. “You do with this what you want. We can move forward now, we can move forward later, or we can leave it be for good,” I assure her.

“No, no, I want to meet her, but what if she doesn’t want to know me?”

I think about how to answer that. I don’t want to say the wrong thing. When nothing that seems like the right answer comes to mind, I take the safe route. “Then we cross that bridge if it comes.”

“I love you. So much. Do you know that?”

“It’s the least I could do for you. Besides, what a hell of a Christmas gift.” I wink at her, and this makes her smile. And the smile widens when I bring up her gift.

“So, I’m here to collect my gift.”

“I bet you are.” I hold my hands out.

She giggles but stands instead, leaving my hands extended. When she goes to the bathroom, I hear her rustling around.

“My gift is in the bathroom? Better be you wrapped in a bow.”

“It’s something wrapped in a bow.” Her voice is lower, closer, and I turn to see her holding a red-wrapped gift with a silver bow on top. She slowly walks toward me, but what’s more is she’s doing it naked.

“Dear God, you are so damn beautiful, baby. So perfect.” I stand and start to undress. Completely naked, I sit back on the edge of the bed, and she approaches me.

“Hold this. Don’t open it yet.” I’m hard looking at her body and bare face. Not a single inch of her is covered with anything. She is stripped completely bare to me. I take the box, and she straddles me. Gripping my shoulders, she slides down me, and we both moan, my head lulling back at her tightness.

We aren’t fucking. We are making love. I promised her soft, and I will give it to her. But who am I kidding? I will take her soft and hard, both equally as perfect.

Fully seated, she smiles. “Merry Christmas, Theo. Open the gift.”

I make work of unwrapping it. Within seconds, I remove the lid, and my eyes widen, my chest tightens, and my free hand… it has to grab onto her hip to help steady me. “You’re…. Baby, you’re pregnant?”

One tear escapes her eye, and she nods. “I am. That wasn’t the flu I was having last week.”

“Oh, baby, come here.” I set the box down and wrap my hands in her hair to bring her in for a soul-shattering kiss.

The kind that lets you know you have a place in this world. A home within a person. A love that surpasses time here on earth. You have your person.

Our tongues dance. Our lips and teeth sucking and biting at one another.

“You’re making me a father. You are giving me everything I ever wanted.”

She slowly starts to rock against me. “I promised you I would give you one, one day. Here it is.”

“Do you know what this means?”

She shakes her head and giggles.

“That I am going to be even more obsessed with you. I didn’t think that was possible.”

Throwing her head back, she laughs, the sound beautiful, just like the moment we are sharing. “I knew it was possible all along. You are absolutely insane.”

I stay quiet and just focus on helping her, slowly sliding Hanna up and down in the gentlest and most caressing way I can. As if I she's fragile and might break.

“You won’t stop touching me like you do, right?” she asks, rolling her hips, her clit against my pubic bone, and she cries out.

“No, but we will have to be better with limits and positions, and we need to talk to the doctor. I want to make sure you and the baby are safe. How far along are you? Do you know?”

She shakes her head. “I think I’m at least six or seven weeks, if I’m counting right. It’s hard to tell with my irregular periods and how you can’t seem to keep your hands off me,” she teases.

I lean in and bite her nipple, eliciting a small yelp through another laugh. "You never complain. In fact, you tend to be the seducer most the damn time, you sex fiend.” I hit that spot deep inside her, and she lazily wraps her arms around my shoulders and moans. Lulling her head back and then forward, our foreheads connect.


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