She spasms around me, wringing my cock and crying toward the sky. “Oh, God,” she whimpers, her movements frenzied and fast. “Dean.”
“Explode around me, Counselor.” I take her nipple between my lips and lock my orgasm away while this woman, this fucking vixen, detonates. But she rides that experience alone for all of two seconds, because the electricity in her touch tugs me over the ledge with her.
My heart thunders, sprinting and stuttering, and my cock twitches, hot cum splashing her womb and claiming her for my own.
She was beautiful before. She was funny and witty and so fucking magnetic, she became my true north.
But now… now she’smine.
My everything.
She was my December. But after tonight, she becomes my January through November, too.
“Fuck!” My release strangles me. It tears strips from my soul and weakens me in a way no woman hasevermanaged before.They’ve never had me thinking about what comes next, but here I am with my Christmas angel in my lap, my cum branding her pussy, and soon, it’ll dribble along her thighs. My heart pounds, recognizing its mate. “I’m keeping you forever,” I moan, dropping against the leather seat and pulling her down to rest against me. Laying her cheek on my shoulder, I drag my fingertips along her spine and know, this is it for me.
She’s it.
“You’re my Christmas gift this year, Anna Maxwell.” I press trembling lips to her feverish forehead. “I wished for you. I’m keeping you.”
FIFTEEN
ANNA
Ilay in the middle of my bed, naked and sated the next morning. If I allow my brain a chance to overthink, to worry and welcome the annoying anxieties to trickle in, I end up with a racing heart. With sweating palms and a fiery blush warming my cheeks. But Dean Warner is a man who knows determination and perseverance.
And dammit, I’m pretty sure he has a secret ability to read my mind, because the instant I recover from my last orgasm and thesend him awaythoughts whisper for attention, he flashes that perfect, taunting grin of his and makes it so I don’t have to think at all.
“I canfeelyour panic in the air, Counselor.” Dean wanders into my room in nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts and a nasty, purple bruise marring most of his left side.
He carries two mugs, one in each hand, and coming around my bed, he places both on my side table and sits on the edge of my mattress. Twisting his muscular torso, placing his right handby my hip to brace his weight, he leans over me and grins. “You think I can’t read the panic on your face?”
“I don’t bring men back to my bed.” I gulp an irritating lump of nerves and look anywhere but into his milky eyes. “Also, we shouldn’t forget the part where I hurt you with my car. I brought you here so you could recover, but now you’re doing that thing with your tongue, and my pussy is… and you’ve… and we…”
His smile grows.
“Stop smirking like that!” I surge tall, naked from top to toe. “If this were the other way around—man hurts woman, woman needs medical care, man seduces woman even though she’s still in pain—people would say he took advantage of her while she was weak. If our roles were reversed, Mel would’ve already rammed my door and got rid of you.”
“You’re begging for an excuse to freak the fuck out.” Chuckling, he ducks forward and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “You like me, Counselor. Your heart does weird things every time you look at me.”
“No shit!” I explode. “That’s the problem.”
“Vulnerability scares you.” Another kiss. “And badass lawyer Anna Maxwell isn’t accustomed to being scared.” A third kiss. “It’s okay to try this out, though. You did your thing for all these years, and I did my thing. Our things were okay. They got us through. But ya know what we could do now?”
Damn him, he places another kiss on my lips.
“We could tryourthing. See where it ends up. Could be fun,” he quips, brushing the tips of his fingers along my thigh. “Could be safe. Could end up a docuseries after you kill me for being too annoying. The good news is, we already know all the parts work when I’m fuckin’ you.”
“God.” I drop back to my pillow, grunting and creating a double chin as I pout. “I would’ve beensodisappointed if you sucked in bed. But the fact you don’t is also kind of annoying. Bet you won’t shut up about it now.”
“Never.” His eyes flicker to my legs. To my core. To the way I rub my thighs together. And because he has all this fight tournament energy, and nowhere to use it, he buries his nose between my legs and nibbles. “I’m gonna eat my breakfast, Counselor. You enjoy your cocoa.”
He peels my thighs open, dragging one up to rest over his shoulder. “We have an hour, then you gotta get your ass up and into a gown.” He slides his tongue inside my pussy and groans. “Fuck. You taste good.”
“Your flowers.” I rush around Mel’s dressing room and collect all the things we need.
Ilookthe part, at least; dressed, makeup done, hair styled, shoes on. I appear as though I have everything under control, but dammit, my brain swirls and bounces from thought to thought. It worries and overthinks. It makes up falsewhat ifsand reminds me how much it fucking stings when things go bad. But those are thoughts for tomorrow, they’re for after Mel has had her big day, so I snatch up two bouquets, tossing one to Elena and grinning at her victorious arms-in-the-air, just-caught-a-game-winning-throw show, then I pass the second bouquet to Nick’s other, older sister. “Elena first. Then you.”
“Then you,” she plays along, though we all know we’ve talked this out a million times before. “And Mel. We got it.”
