Page 94 of The Bright Side of Christmas

“I’m close, I’m close,” she moans.

Thank fuck.

“I know, Wren. Fuck, come for me, sweetness. Fuckingcome for me,” I groan, both a plea and a demand as I slam in deep, my thumb filling her at the same time, and she screams,shattering around me as she comes and comes and comes. I make sure I lock my eyes on her in the mirror, desperate to commit this to memory. She tightens around me like a vise, her body quaking asI push in deeper and fill her, coming alongside her in the most intense orgasm I’ve had yet.

It takes an eternity to catch my breath, and I finally slide my finger out of her, pulling a hiss from her lips. I smirk down at her, a smirk that moves to a grin when her ass tips just a bit as if she’s looking for more again.

Oh, hell yeah. I am absolutely going to fuck her ass one of these days.

She’s slumped against the vanity as we catch our breath, and I slide out of her gently, reaching for a tissue to clean her up. I press a kiss to her shoulder, then her spine, then her lower back. Her head lifts, a sparkle in her eyes as she meets mine in the reflection of the mirror.

“Go get ready, Wren. We’re running late now.” I lift my pants that had fallen past my ass and tuck myself away, Wren’s watchful eyes following each movement with intrigue as if I didn’t just fuck her hoarse.

“And whose fault is that?” she asks, the sass kicking in now that her orgasm has faded. I reach down and pick up the long-forgotten robe, sliding it over her arms and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She looks up at me with soft eyes, pleased by the tiny gesture.

God, I fucking love this woman.

“I love you, Wren.”

“I love you too, honey,” she whispers, then puts a hand to my neck to pull me down for another, harder kiss. I groan into it, pulling her into me, her naked front against my clothed body. She mewls as she shifts, trying to get more of something, and I grin to myself.

The woman just came hard from nothing but my cock and finger in her ass, and she still wants more.

My fucking woman.

“You know, maybe we could skip dinner,” she muses breathlessly when I break the kiss.

I hesitate for a moment, then catch the lit-up Eiffel Tower from the corner of my eye through the balcony windows before I shake my head.

I want to show Wren the world, to give her every experience she never thought she’d have.

Starting with this trip.

“Not this time. Plenty of time to enjoy you, but you only get so many chances to eat dinner in the Eiffel Tower on New Year’s Eve.”

She gasps, her eyes going wide. “No way. Really?”

Her voice is giddy, and it makes me laugh before I nod and push a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, sweetness. Now let’s get going before we miss our reservation.”

She moves, quickly tying up her robe, sitting in the chair I just fucked her on, and turning to face the mirror. She picks up one of the fallen makeup items and moves to do something to her eyebrows. But when she leans in, her eyes catch mine in the mirror, shining bright.

“Happy I get to be yours, Adam.”

My heart fills with warmth, and I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head before I plant a whisper there.

“Mine.”

Two years later, I’m on a stage holding an award, and the crowd cheers loudly, deafeningly, as Willa Stone finishes heracceptance speech for Song of the Year. The music video for “Are You Mine?” plays on a large screen behind her.

It’s a surreal moment, a life-changing moment, one I dreamed of for as long as I can remember, but when I look out into the huge cheering crowd, the only thing that matters is the pretty brunette with a red bow in her hair, tears in her eyes, and my ring on her finger.

The brightest light in my life.