Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
I snaked my arms around his hips and gripped his ass cheeks. I massaged his ample flesh as Tyson humped faster. I thrust upward, grinding my leaking dick against his as I pulled him into me.
Tyson’s brows pinched together and his lips parted. Beautiful moans escaped him, and I had to know if they were as delicious as they sounded. I pressed my mouth to his and slipped my tongue between his teeth.
We licked each other wildly, swallowing down one another’s whimpers and groans of pleasure. I groped Tyson's thick ass cheeks and he frotted against me as if his life depended on it.
My tongue vibrated when Tyson cried out into my mouth. His body jerked against mine and his warm seed seeped through the fabric, spilling onto my stomach and cock. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent and somehow getting even more turned on.
I rocked feverishly against him, spreading his cum over my skin. My thighs hardened beneath Tyson's weight as my balls rolled. My fingertips sank into his flesh and I erupted, mixing my essence with his.
Tyson collapsed onto me, his chest heaving and his heart hammering just like mine. I slowly uncurled my fingers from his fleshy globes and traced my hands up and down his back until we both calmed down.
He raised his head to look into my eyes, a goofy, satisfied smile on his face. “Best Christmas morning ever.”
A laugh rumbled in my chest. “You got that right, angel. And it's only going to get better; let's take a hot shower together, and then I'll help you finish cooking.”
“That sounds great. But you know what sounds perfect?”
“What's that?”
“Getting to spend every Christmas, every holiday, and every morning with you for the rest of my life. I love you so much, Gage.”
“I love you, too.”
I kissed him again, slowly, deeply, lazily. Tyson was right; there was nothing more perfect, and no greater gift or blessing than spending every day with the love of my life. He was everything to me. He made life worth living, made every ordinary day extraordinary, and made holidays a little more magical.
Chapter Two
Jordan
“Finally,” I sighed, laying my pen down on the desk. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, trying to work out some of the tension built up there.
I'd been working for hours on my opening statement for an upcoming case which started tomorrow morning. Actually, I had been working for days; I wanted to be finished with my speech before the holiday, but I kept scrapping everything I wrote down and starting over.
I wanted everything to be perfect because this was going to be my highest profile case to date; a murder of a prominent man in the city. I currently had the highest conviction rate in the office, and the District Attorney hand picked me to try the case.
While I greatly appreciated his faith in me, I also felt the pressure that came with it. There were high hopes and expectations with this case, and countless eyes on me, which is why I was giving it my all.
It was extra important to me because my husband was the one who caught and arrested the murder suspect. I wanted to finish the job by bringing the perpetrator to justice, and making Sam proud.
Of course, my wonderful husband was always proud of me no matter what, and he made sure to tell me every day. He supported me in everything I did, and was my biggest cheerleader.
I hated that I was practically ignoring Sam on the holiday, but he understood how important this case was, and what it meant to me; to him as well. He supported me by giving me space to work.
He'd been into our home office (which used to be my old guest bedroom before my man remodeled it) a few times throughout the morning to check on me. He brought me a mug of tea and some snacks, and gave me kisses for motivation, before sneaking away again. He was the greatest man on the planet, and I was forever grateful to have him in my corner.
Thinking of my amazing man got me emotional, and once the tears started, it would be a while before I got myself under control. So, I dabbed my eyes and shook my head, forcing my emotions in check before they ran away from me.
I had spent enough time away from Sam. I was ready for conversation, snuggles, and maybe a little loving before we headed to Gage and Tyson's place for dinner.
I stood up from behind my desk and stretched out my back. I was sore from hunching over my papers for so long. After a few pops and cracks of my bones, I left the office and made my way into the living room.
As soon as Sam saw me enter, he turned off whatever he was watching on TV and sat up straighter on the couch, giving me his full attention. “How's it going, honey?”