Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
My dad barely has time to kiss her cheek and put her hand in mine before I’m on her. I know the kiss is supposed to be at the end, but I can’t wait another minute. I tune out the hoots and hollers and laughing around us. I try to show her in one kiss what she means to me. She pulls away and pats my cheek. “I love you too,” she leans in and whispers. “Now come on, husband. Let’s get this going so we can get back home.”
And right there, in front of our family and friends, we become Mr. and Mrs. Mistletoe... again.
Epilogue 3
Mia
Ten Years Later
“I’ll be right there,” I hear my husband holler from the back of the tattoo studio. The woman that runs the front and does the check-ins has already left, and I’m Mason’s last appointment of the day. He just doesn’t know it yet.
He comes to the front, and the stern expression on his face softens when he sees me standing here. “Hey, honey, everything okay with the kids?”
I nod, speechless. He has on his dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt. He’s still as handsome as the day I first met him. “The kids are fine. They both are parked in front of the television playing video games together.”
He comes toward me, leaning down to give me a kiss. It’s quick, too quick. “Together? Wow! I have one more appointment. You want to stay and watch?”
I walk around the front of the studio, closing the blinds. I already locked the front door when I came in. I stop next to the door that leads to the tattoo booth. I pull off my long jacket, and I’m standing there with only my negligee on. “Actually, I’m your last appointment. I called and had Jessie schedule me in.”
His mouth drops open. I went shopping for this occasion. I wanted to get something special that he hadn’t seen before, and by the way he’s looking at me, it was definitely worth it. I disappear to the back, and I hear his heavy thudded steps behind me. He slams the door behind him. “Mia Mistletoe, what are you doing to me?”
He doesn’t expect an answer, though, because his hands are all over me. “This looks good on you. I’d like it better if it was on the floor, though.”
He reaches for me to take it off, and I step out of his reach. “Oh no, you are not ripping another nightgown of mine. I bought this to look good for you.”
His eyes devour me. “You do look good for me. All day, every day. Fuck, Mia, you can wear those leggings and baggy T-shirt you like and I’m fuckin’ hard for you.”
I reach for the hem of the baby doll dress I have on and pull it over my head. I let it fall to the floor before stepping out of the sheer panties. I should have known when I bought the thin material that it wouldn’t last long around my husband. When I’m completely naked except for the heels I’m wearing, I put my hands on my hips. “Better?”
He nods, eyes wide as he takes me all in. “The best.”
He takes a step toward me, and I hold my hand up. “Is this how you treat all your appointments, Mr. Mistletoe?”
He growls at me. Literally growls. “You know better than that.”
I nod knowingly. “I know, but in all seriousness, I have an appointment for a tattoo.”
He stops pursuing me and stares at me, nostrils flaring. “You want me to tattoo you?”
I nod without wavering. “I want you to brand me, Mason. Put something on me so that everyone knows I’m yours.”
He takes the last few steps toward me in a rush. He picks me up and lays me back on his chair. He puts a hand on each side of the chair next to my face. “I’ll brand you, Mia. I’ll give you anything you want. But first you have to give me what I want... what I need.”
My body is practically vibrating. “Yes... Yes, I can do that, Mason. What do you want?”
He shakes his head and leans down until our noses are only an inch apart. “You, Mia. Always you.”
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck. With a smirk, I tell him, “You can always have me. I’m yours for the taking.”
He touches me everywhere. He cups my breast and then slides his hands down my body until he’s cupping my pussy. His touch is good, but it’s not enough. “More,” I demand.
He pulls my legs until I’m at the end of the chair. He stands between my thighs and undoes his jeans, letting them and his underwear fall to his knees. His cock is hard between us, pulsating and angry looking.