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  I fall back on the counter and close my eyes as the exquisite pleasure builds in my core. Each time his thumb circles my clit and his finger pumps in and out, I want to cry out in pleasure. Just when I’m ready to fall over the edge into sheer and utter bliss, Aiden slams his cock into me and my muscles instantly contract around him.

  “God!” I call out as my orgasm takes over my whole body. My back arches, and my toes curl. Aiden moves in and out of my body fast and hard. His eyes stay fixated on our connection, watching as his cock pulls out of my body, coated in my juices. Within minutes, his movements become erratic and harder. He slams into me one last time and releases himself deep inside me.

  His head rests on my chest while little tremors continue to work through his body.

  “That was…” I whisper, not knowing the right words to finish that sentence. I’m not sure there are words to describe what he just did to me.

  He shakes his head and gives me an adorable smirk. “I know,” is all he says before pulling out of me and lifting me off the counter.

  “Smug bastard,” I mumble and pick up my clothes from the floor, putting them on.

  “Oh, come on.” His arms wrap around me, ceasing my movements. “You came so hard, you almost milked mine right out of me.”

  I harrumph and pretend to be offended even though I’m really not. It’s hard to be pissed when you’ve just had a fantastic orgasm.

  “Come on stud. Let’s go to bed.”

  “Gladly,” he whispers. His hand wraps around mine, and he leads me upstairs. Smug bastard or not… I still love him.

  ***

  Jacob

  Walking into our apartment, I hear pots and pans clanging and the melodious sounds of John Legend floating out from the kitchen. I round the corner and silently watch Kara as she gracefully moves around the room, humming and singing softly to the music.

  This woman owns my heart and soul. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Just watching her performing mundane tasks like cooking, makes me feel calm and warm inside. She really is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Her long, curly hair falls down her back. Her jeans are tight, highlighting each of her curves. And her sweater accentuates her perfect tits.

  “You’re home early,” she murmurs while blowing on a spoonful of liquid. She brings the spoon to her mouth, and I watch as her little pink tongue snakes out to grab some sauce. Once she tastes it, she mumbles to herself, “Perfect.”

  “I am,” I answer and close the distance between us, anxiously needing to feel her body against mine. My hand swipes her hair over her shoulder, and my mouth places soft, tender kisses down her neck. My arms tighten around her and draw her towards me so that her back is flush with my chest.

  “Mmmm… I’ve missed you,” she whispers. Her head tips to the side to give me better access to her neck.

  “How much longer until dinner?” I ask as my mouth continues working along her neck. My tongue darts out to run along her earlobe, and I’m rewarded when a shudder moves through her body.

  “Just another minute so hold those thoughts for later.” She turns in my embrace and places a chaste kiss on my mouth. “Grab the plates and set the table.”

  Well shit. I guess that’s that. Pouting, I open the cupboard and grab two plates. Next I open the drawer and grab silverware.

  “You’re cute when you pout. Did you know that?” Kara smiles as she teases me.

  “How the hell do you do that?”

  She raises her eyebrows and gives me a “What?” look.

  “How did you know I was pouting when your back is to me?” It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. My mother was always like that, and it used to drive me crazy. God help our children if she’s already honed her ability.

  She shrugs and smiles. “I know you. That’s all.”

  So true, Sunshine.

  Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.

  Placing the dishes on the table, a song catches my attention on her iPod. I walk over and turn up the volume, wanting to hear the words better. When I realize how perfect this song is, I sweep Kara up into my arms, catching her off guard. I grab her hand and start swaying with her like the kitchen is our own personal dance floor. She giggles a little, but then places her head on my chest and melts into me. For the next three minutes, nothing else matters but Kara and me and the words of the song.

  “This should be our wedding song,” I announce, knowing she won’t argue with me. Kara looks up with so much damn love in her eyes that a lump forms in my throat. Her smile says it all – she agrees with me that this is the perfect song.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” she says softly. “The first time I heard it, I thought it was the most beautiful song ever. I couldn’t be happier that you feel the same way.”

  Her chin quivers and her eyes fill with tears. Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but if you heard the words to this song, you would know that any woman would be bowled over by the sentiment. It’s a sure fire way to get some action. It’s not about the sex with Kara and me though. I can honestly say that each and every lyric in that song captures the essence of what I feel for her.

  “All of me truly loves all of you, Kara.” My fingers wipe away her tears and she gifts me with a wide smile. “I hope those are happy tears, Sunshine.”

  She laughs lightly and nods her head. Then taking a deep breath, she tells me, “Enough with the heavy shit. Let’s eat.”

  A woman after my own heart.

  Biting into the chicken, I can’t help the moan I let out when the flavors burst on my tongue. If I’m not careful, Kara’s cooking is going to make me gain weight. It’s so damn rich and delicious, that I just can’t help myself from indulging.

  “I take it you like?” She asks teasingly, but I can tell the answer matters to her.

  “You have no idea. The only thing better than this.” I point at the plate with my knife. “Is tasting you.”

  Her cheeks flush and her eyelashes lower slightly. The hooded look of her eyes causes my stomach to stir with lust. Continuing to eat after that look is difficult, but I power through, looking forward to what’s going to come after our meal.

  “Oh my God! You’ll never believe what happened to me today!” She exclaims a few minutes later. “I was shopping at the mall and I was in this shop filled with antique and handmade ornaments, when I dropped my phone without realizing it. So, I’m looking at these ornaments for Grace and Candace, and there’s this tap on my shoulder. I turn around and – I shit you not – the guy holding my phone looked just like Santa Claus. I mean, just like Santa. It was so surreal that I almost died right there on the spot. All I wanted to do was sit on his lap and tell him what I wanted for Christmas. It’s like I was compelled to do it. He looked at me like I was crazy. It was so wild.”

  “No shit?” I ask in disbelief. I wonder what it would be like to see good ole Kris Kringle. It must have been a blast back to her childhood for sure.

  “Seriously. I felt like I was in a Hallmark movie or something.” She looks at me hesitantly for a minute, biting her lip. It’s as if she has something to say, but isn’t sure how. “I was going to wait to tell you this, but in the spirit of Christmas I can’t. I have some news,” she finally says and then proceeds to keep eating, like she isn’t leaving me hanging.

  “Care to share?”

  Her eyes blink, like she’s trying to remember what she was talking about. I desperately want to laugh at her whenever she blanks out like that, but I fear it’s a residual side effect of the attack and not just her being cute.

  “Sorry. Right, well know how we were going to go to Colorado to spend Christmas with my parents?” I nod and she continues. “Well I talked to them today, and they are going to drive out here instead.”

  I sit back in my chair, both confused and elated with these turn of events. Meeting her parents for the first time will be a lot easier on my home turf. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about it. Honestly, I’m
downright terrified. I know for a fact they weren’t keen on my history with Brooke or the fact that I’m a police officer and have a “dangerous job.”

  “How come?” I ask curiously.

  “Well, I couldn’t see spending Christmas without Emma and the girls. Besides I think the girls would have been extremely sad to not have you there. For some odd and strange reason, they seem to worship the ground you walk on,” she says cheekily.

  Leave it to Kara to think about the girls’ and my feelings and what me not being at Christmas would do to them. She really is something else. I know she was excited to go home and show me where she came from. Her doing this means the world to me. I really was a little upset about not getting to see the girls’ faces on Christmas morning.

  I lean over and kiss her long and hard. “Thank you,” I say against her lips with as much sincerity as I can put in those two words.

  “It was nothing really. My parents will be in town a week before Christmas so they’ll stay here before we head to Pennsylvania. And Emma’s already worked out the sleeping arrangements for her house.”

  “You’re too good to be true.” I reach down and pull her chair closer to mine. “I think I owe you some sexy time in order to show you my appreciation.”

  Her hands run up under my shirt, scorching my skin, as a look of pure lust crosses her face. “You do. I’ve been a very, very good girl and should be aptly rewarded.”

  Her teasing words are my undoing. I practically pounce on her, tackling her to the floor and pulling her shirt off. Her bra joins the shirt on the floor, allowing me to feast on her luscious breasts. My tongue circles the tips, making them pucker and beg for more attention. My fingers lightly stroke her under the waistband of her jeans, and her legs shift restlessly wanting more.

  Ever the impatient one, my girl reaches down to undo her jeans and shimmy them down her legs. When her movements interrupt my ministrations, I release her breast and help pull her pants off. I toss them over my shoulder and spread her legs. I settle between them and nuzzle her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, making me crave a taste of her. My thumbs spread her wide, and my tongue runs teasingly along her skin and around her clit. I insert my tongue in her pussy and her legs clamp around my shoulders.

  “Don’t stop. Oh, please. Don’t stop,” she begs as my tongue flickers rapidly over her clit and I insert a finger into her hot and silky cunt.

  I work my finger in and out of her slowly and match the rhythm with the flicks of my tongue. When her breathing is labored and her legs are trembling, I flatten my tongue against her clit and insert a second finger, stretching her wide. A simple crook of my fingers against her g-spot sends her into orbit. Her hands latch onto my hair, and her legs stiffen. My name tumbles from her lips over and over again, making me feel like king of the world.

  I sit back on my knees and pull my shirt over my head. Next my fingers work swiftly on my jeans. Once I’m naked, I reach for Kara. She surprises me though by rolling on her stomach and sticking her ass enticingly in the air.

  “I want you to take me from behind. I need you hard and deep tonight. I’ve been fantasizing about it for days. I hate when you put in a lot of hours at work and I don’t get to see you.”

  My cock twitches and my balls tighten with her words, combined with the sight of her with her chest to the floor and her ass up in the air. She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

  Not wasting any time, I grab her hips and slam into her with one fast movement. My fingers dance up and down her spine as I take a moment to enjoy being buried balls deep in the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. Ever the saucy minx, Kara rocks forward and slams back into me. I clench my muscles and grab her hips again before plunging in and out fast and hard – giving her exactly what she wanted.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m not going to last long tonight,” I grit out, knowing that I’m too primed to have a marathon session of sex.

  “Mmm… ungh… oh…” Kara releases a bunch of nonsensical words. And that’s when I realize her hand is working feverishly between her legs.

  Damn that’s fucking sexy.

  I adjust the angle of my hips so that I’m driving into her deeper. The added friction I get from that change has my control disintegrating. I lose all concept of reality as my animal instincts take over, and I plow into her savagely.

  Kara starts convulsing underneath me, and her pussy sucks me in over and over with her release. My balls tighten in answer, and my spine stiffens straight as a rod. A shout leaves my lips as I come deep inside her. Idly, my hand strokes over her ass cheeks as my brain attempts to unscramble itself.

  Mind-blowing. Each and every damn time with her is like an out of body experience. I don’t know what I did to be this damn lucky.

  Chapter Three

  Sam

  “Come on, baby,” I murmur as I straighten the strap of the diaper bag on my shoulder and grip Tessa’s hand tighter. Now that she’s walking it is so hard to get her to let me carry her. Most times I don’t mind it, but today I’m running late to meet Aiden for lunch. I detest being late, even if it is just for lunch with my husband. It sends the message that your time is more important than theirs when you’re late. However, I had promised the girls in his office holiday cookies, and then got stuck waiting for the last batch to cool before I could package them. Aiden might have eaten a few too many between Saturday and today. I threatened to cut him off from sex if he didn’t stop messing with my cookies. That quickly curbed his behavior.

  “Wawawoopsie mommy!” Tessa shrieks and starts struggling against my hold. I turn to see that five feet back, her doll lies on the floor. Crocodile tears start pouring down her cheeks.

  Shit.

  “Go get her, baby.” I release her hand and watch as her little legs run towards her doll. She picks Jewel up and cradles her in her arms and kisses her head. God, she’s so damn cute.

  “Come on. We have to go get daddy.”

  Tessa’s eyes widen, and a smile graces her face. Her tears are long since forgotten at the mention of Aiden. She runs back to me, grabbing my hand.

  “Good girl,” I murmur with a smile on my face. I push open the glass door to the office of McGee, Smith, Rodman & Associates and am greeted by the receptionist Penny.

  “Mrs. Parker! How are you? Oh and you brought darling Tessa with you!” My smile widens as she scurries out from behind the desk.

  “Hi Penny. Could you take these for me?” I point to the bag with the packages of cookies in it that hangs from my arm with the diaper bag.

  Tessa takes my distraction as the perfect opportunity to run towards the hall where Aiden’s office is. Penny grabs the bag as I turn to chase after my speed demon daughter. When I round the corner into Aiden’s office, I stop dead in my tracks. Aiden scooches his chair further back from the desk and picks up a babbling Tessa. But that isn’t what has me frozen to my spot in the doorway. No… the culprit for that is a shapely, attractive woman wearing a tight, white blouse with cleavage spilling out and a tight, red skirt. She’s sitting on the edge of Aiden’s desk – close to him – with her long, attractive legs crossed in his direction.

  What the hell did I just walk in on?

  The woman in question tosses her long, black hair over her shoulder and grins a catty grin at me, before turning to ooh and ah over Tessa.

  “Aiden,” my voice betrays my displeaswithe in the situation. Damn it. I don’t want to be one of those women. Especially given my history.

  “Hi, honey. Have you met Rocky? She’s the new architect McGee hired,” he gestures over to the woman who has that catty grin on her face again.

  This is Rocky? Unless she has it tucked up real good, there is no way Rocky sports a dick. I feel foolish for assuming he’s been taking late night calls from and spending days off with a man, when all along it’s been this… this woman.

  My blood boils knowing I’m going to have to be polite to her. It goes against every one of my instincts to be nice right now.

 
“Hello. I’m Samantha,” I graciously introduce myself to her and pretend that she isn’t attempting to flash my husband her boobs and legs right in front of me.

  “Pleasure to meet you, Samantha. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She stands and walks over to where Aiden has now joined me. She rests her hand on his arm and leans subtly towards him. “I’ll just be going. We can finish our discussion later.”

  Her words ooze innuendo, and I have visions of dragging her out of the room by her hair and throwing her down a flight of stairs.

  “Sure, no problem,” Aiden responds, not paying attention to her now that Tessa is wriggling to get down.

  I watch in shock as she struts – yes, struts – out of his office on four inch heels and down the hall. My body is reverberating with pure, unadulterated rage. My first instinct is to lash out at Aiden for being so damn inappropriate and putting himself in a precarious position, but that would be hypocritical of me… wouldn’t it?

  “What’s wrong?” Aiden asks. His head is cocked to the side, and he is studying me intently.

  “Nothing,” I lie and turn to gather Tessa. “You ready to go?”

  “We can leave once you stop trying to bullshit me. Your face is pale and you look like you’re ready to spit nails.”

  Well, I guess I’m going to be forced to do this…

  “I cannot believe I walked in here to find you cozied up with that woman on your desk!” I realize my voice is rising, so I walk over and close his door. No one needs to witness this show.

  “First of all, I don’t know what you are talking about. She just wanted to bounce some design ideas she had off of me. Rocky’s friendly, that’s all.” He shrugs and I want to throw something at his head for being so obtuse. “Second of all, hello pot… meet kettle! I can’t believe you are acting like this.”