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“Hmm?”
“I was wrong before.Thisis everything I ever need.”
A lazy laugh bubbles out of me, and I adjust myself on his lap, roping my arms around his neck.
I couldn’t agree more.
Chapter 35
Reed
On Christmas morning,I wake up before Olivia. I can’t help it; I couldn’t wait any longer, nor convince myself to go back to sleep. For the first time in my life, I feel like an actual kid on Christmas.
I get out of bed carefully, doing my best not to disturb her, and head out to the living room. A piece of her Christmas-themed lingerie is lying across the back of the couch, and at the sight of it, I can’t suppress my grin.
My cock half fills at the memory of last night, of Olivia in that sexy lingerie—of the way she stripped, putting on a show—and of fucking her.
Easily the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had.
I head to the kitchen and set a pot of coffee to brew, then cross the apartment back to the bedroom. I glance out of the windows as I go. The snow has slowed down since last night, but a fresh blanket of white covers the tops of the skyscrapers around The Luxe.
In bed, Olivia is just beginning to stir. She sits up sleepily as I enter the room, sniffing.
“Did you start some coffee?”
“Sure did,” I say, smiling. “Merry Christmas, by the way.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too.” She rubs her eyes, and a slow, sleepy grin spreads across her face.
“I want to give you your Christmas present.”
At once, her face falls. She looks a little pained, and abruptly alert. “But… wait. I didn’t think we were exchanging gifts.”
“It’s a surprise,” I tell her patiently. “I didn’t want to give it away.”
“Okay, but… I didn’t get you anything,” she says with a grimace. “I?—”
I sit down on the edge of the bed and interrupt her by pulling her onto my lap, running my fingers through the tangles in her hair. “Of course you did. You got meyou.The best gift I’ve ever received.”
She sighs. “But—I didn’t get you arealgift.”
“Did you hear what I just said? You gave me my first happy Christmas in years. Nobody has ever given me anything better than that.”
She frowns, biting her lower lip, and says, “Okay. But… I’m still going to get you a real gift.”
“Well…” I tilt my head to one side, gesturing to the nightstand, where the vibrator I got her is resting next to the lamp. “You could always get me more ‘friends’ to get you off with.”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “Wouldn’t that really be a gift for myself?”
“Making you happy makes me happy,” I say. “So it would all work out in the end.”
She leans in to kiss me, and I respond eagerly, my fingers brushing the edge of her jaw. She hums, contented.
I reach into my pocket and fish out the envelope I have there. I press it into her hand as we kiss, and she draws back, an adorable little furrow between her brows.
“Okay,” she says begrudgingly. “What’s this?”
“Your gift.”
