Surprise, baby.
His eyes are trained on my crotch, and because his panties are slightly too big for me, there's a tent where his cock would normally be snugger.
"Ash..." he whispers.
"Xander, it feels so good, but I need you to touch me."
He covers his body with mine, lining up our satin-covered cocks.
"Arghh, fuck, Ash. This is too good. You're too good," he says, thrusting his hips against mine.
I can't describe the sensation of soft skin and soft but slippery fabric combined with the hardness, the pressure, and the smell of Xander's aftershave. It's all too much, and before I know it, or I'm able to warn him, I come so hard I see little stars in my eyes.
"Oh fuck." My lungs struggle to draw a breath and my body is alive and sated. Tingling and rested. "Xander, don't let me come down. I need you inside me."
When he's finally there, after prepping me for an insane length of time, I'm hard again and desperate for more. I don't think I can ever get enough of this, enough of Xander.
If I dare to make a Christmas wish this year, it’ll be to keep Xander forever.
I wake up the next morning with a silly smile on my face, covered in Xander again, and a sore butt that will remind me all day of how perfect sex with Xander is.
"Morning," I say when he opens his bright-green eyes.
"Morning."
He kisses me, and morning breath be damned, I kiss him right back, my cock ready for round one million.
"Do you want to help me decorate my Christmas tree today?" he asks.
I think my grin answers for me, but I say it, nonetheless. "I'd love to."
Xander traces small patterns on my chest and I can tell he's building up to tell me something else.
"I know when you met my dad it wasn't great. It was pretty shitty, actually. But I spoke to him, and he's sorry for how he treated you. Um, anyway...every year my family throws a big Christmas ball for the company and I'd like to take you as my date this year."
My answer is at the tip of my tongue, but he puts a finger over my lips, stopping me from talking.
"Actually, scratch that. I'd be honored if you came with me as my boyfriend."
I gasp, so lost for words that all I can do is nod fiercely, even as I pull him in for a kiss and show him exactly how I feel about being his boyfriend.
Xander can’t stay after dropping me off back at home, despite the girls’ pleas, but he promises to help them bake cupcakes another time.
When I finally get back to my cottage, I’m on cloud nine and floating so high above the ground I barely even notice the envelope on the floor.
I change into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and my ratty old shirt and start the fire. I’ll have to get outside later to load The Duchess for the market tomorrow, but for now, I’m in the mood to create, so I think about the plot bunny I had a few days ago and decide to make some notes.
The envelope grabs my attention again, so I pick it off the floor and open it. I look at the printed card inside, and my legs go a bit wobbly. So much so, I have to go back to the couch and sit down.
“Oh my god,” I say out loud, even though there is no one here.
Maybe my life really is a little fairy tale because I think I may have found my Prince Charming, and now I hold in my hands the single best opportunity of my life.
18
XANDER
I don't bother hidingmy happiness as I step into the office on Monday morning. There's a spring in my step, a lightness I haven't felt since I was a kid, and it's all Ash's fault.
