Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
EPILOGUE
MAY
“They love you. Seriously. I think my dad might be in love.” I laugh as Carson pulls into the hotel. “He was so into your tales about survival in South America. I mean, you could’ve talked to him about purifying drinking water and eating bugs all the way until Santa showed up. He would’ve been into it.”
“Your mom was into him, too. Now I see where you get your hussy traits from.” Mousey purrs in my lap.
“She was not!” I scold her.
“If you say so.” She licks her paw and wipes her ear. “Hussy.”
“I think he was more interested in how you’re expanding the shelter.” Carson squeezes my thigh, his hand resting in its usual spot. “He’s so proud of you. I love to see it.”
“Well, I’m expanding because of your help, moneybags,” I say cheekily. “So really, that’s you too. My parents are totes in love.” I can’t stop the smile that’s spreading across my face, at least not until a yawn hits me.
“It’s late. I better get you to the room before you turn into a pumpkin.” Carson doesn’t let the valet open my door. Instead, he strides around and helps me out.
“How’d you like the yurt?” I ask as he leads me to the elevator.
“It was … cozy,” he hedges.
“Cozy or tiny?” I elbow him a little. “I mean, you are a giant. There’s no way you would’ve fit in there easily.”
“You are getting way too much amusement from my size.” He grins and corners me in the elevator.
“Now you’ve gone and done it,” Mousey says slyly.
“I seem to remember you enjoying my size.” He tips my chin up, his dark gaze on my mouth. “Several times just last night.”
“Did I?” I flutter my lashes.
“You did, but I think you need a reminder.” He takes my hand and leads me from the elevator, then to our room.
Before I can even get three steps inside the door, he’s on me. Mousey jumps from my arms and scurries away, probably to go snuggle with Fitzy. He didn’t feel sociable today, so he stayed in, and Mrs. Farrol and Sorcha hung out with him on FaceTime from their love nest in Monaco.
Carson takes my hand and presses it against his hard cock, the thickness of him sending a thrill down my spine. His mouth is hot and insistent as it claims mine, his tongue expert at stoking the heat inside me. God, he’s so good at everything he does.
“I need you. Now.” He sinks to his knees then lifts the hem of my dress. A growl rises from his chest. “No panties?”
“An early Christmas gift for you.” I giggle, then yelp as his mouth covers my sex. His tongue delves deeper, tasting all of me as I gasp, my fingers going to his hair.
“Spread for me.” He drapes one of my knees over his shoulder, his five o’clock shadow and his tongue rubbing me until I’m delirious.
I can barely stand, the pleasure coursing through me until I feel dizzy. Then he adds two fingers, pressing them into me and growling with approval when he finds me so wet for him.
That’s all it takes. I come hard, my back arching as he flicks his tongue against my clit in a maddening pace. My thighs shake, my entire body lit up with feverish delight.
Then, before I can think, he’s carrying me to the bed. Laying me down gently, he stands and frees his cock. My mouth waters. “I want it in my mouth.”
He grins, feral and hot. “I think you need a deeper reminder of just how much you like my size.” He climbs between my thighs, and when his thick head presses against my entrance, I raise my hips to meet him.
“There she is. My good girl.” With a thrust, he slides all the way inside. “This is my Christmas gift. The only present I’ll ever want. You, May. You and me, together.”
I moan, sparks skittering across my skin and circling down to my clit. He doesn’t let up, his pace hard and claiming. I hold on to him, taking everything he gives as he kisses me. Stealing my breath in the most amazing way. I give everything to him, showing him just how right he is about the ways I love him. His mind, his body, his unyielding way of loving me.
“I love you, May. So fucking much,” he murmurs against my ear as I dig my heels into his thighs, urging him deeper, begging him to go harder. I love these moments, the two of us utterly abandoned in each other.
He grinds his hips just right, hitting my clit until I let go, the spring that had been wound so tightly inside me unspooling to his expert touch. With a deep cry of my name, he thrusts hard and finds his own release, joining me in bliss. We are electric together. Perfect in our own way, perfect when it’s only his heart and mine.