Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, Mac.” Her hips work against me, seeking relief, so I focus on her clit, getting her off with my tongue. She comes on a low moan of my name as I drink her down.
But I’m not done. I’ll never be done with this woman.
Climbing up her body, I share her taste with her. Our tongues twirl and tease as I line up my cock at her entrance. She wraps her legs around me, urging me inside. I don’t deny her. I never will.
With a smooth glide, I enter her. And with a gentle thrust, I push deeper and deeper until I can’t go any farther.
She digs her nails into my shoulders, but I don’t feel pain. All I can feel is the vise of her hot cunt, the deliciousness of her soft body beneath my hard one, and the love that forms an unbreakable link between us.
“Lil bit, I can’t live without you.” I nibble her lips and worship her.
“Same.” She smiles through tears. “I love you so much.”
I kiss her hard, sealing our bond as I pull back and surge forward. She tenses for a second, then lets go, her body open for me as I ease in and out. After a few strokes she digs her heels into the backs of my thighs.
“More,” she breathes.
I love that word on her lips. Reaching down, I grip her hip and move faster and harder, strong strokes that shake the bed as I make her mine. Her moans grow louder, and when I start grinding at the end of each thrust, she arches, giving me another look at her gorgeous tits. I suck one and then the other as I keep my hard rhythm.
Her thighs start to shake, her body tightening around my cock until I know I won’t be able to last much longer.
“Like this?” I grind on her clit again, harder this time.
She comes with a cry, her mouth open wide. I kiss her and steal her pleasure as mine hits. My orgasm feels like a rush of some illicit drug, one that sends a feeling of ultimate euphoria floating through my veins. Thrust after thrust, I release inside of her, coating her with every bit of cum I have. And still, I wish I had more to spray on her pussy, to mark her as mine.
When she goes boneless beneath me, I lower myself to her lips again, claiming her with soft swirls and licks.
She sighs and wraps her arms around my neck, her eyes on mine. “That was—”
“Magical.” I smirk and kiss her again.
She laughs. “Did you use magic?”
“I don’t need any with you, lil bit.” I smile and kiss the tip of her nose. “Stay here.” I hurry to the bathroom and return with a warm washcloth. I’m almost done cleaning her when my Jingle Phone goes off.
“I hate him.” She groans. “That elf what’s-his-name.”
“He’s just trying to do his job.” I take the phone and toss it down the hall, then close the door on it.
She laughs as I reach down and grab my pants. Her face falls. “Are you leaving?”
“Never.” I walk around to her and kneel by the bed.
She sits up, worry in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Just my heart beating a mile a minute and my temperature rising and my tongue going thick.
“Okay?” She pulls the sheet to her chin as she looks down at me. “Then what—”
I pull the ring box from behind my back and hold out the platinum band with the large ruby in the center and emeralds all around it.
Her eyes water as she stares at the Christmas gems, the ones worn by every Mrs. Claus, and the ones that belong to her now, if she’ll accept me.
With a shaking breath, I ask the question of my heart: “Lil bit, will you marry me?”
EPILOGUE
JOCELYN
Years later
“Noelle.” I call for my daughter. I can hear her little giggles as I enter the stuffed animal assembly area. This place is her favorite out of all the workshops. All the elves are working hard to get the last of the gifts ready to go. Mac will be taking off soon. “Has anyone seen an adorable little girl?” I ask. “She has pigtails and a shirt that says Permanently on the bad list.”
“Nope.” Tinsel Tim shakes his head, a twinkle in his eye.
“No idea who you’re talking about,” the elves all say without looking my way.
“Noelle is on the bad list? I’ll have to fix that,” another says under his breath.
“I see she has you all wrapped around her little finger, too.” When I’d found out I was knocked up, I was worried about how a baby would do up here at the North Pole. That worry was short lived when Noelle came into this world. She’s never lacking for attention, and Christmas magic runs through her blood. The elves fussed over her the moment she came into this world, and they adore her still.