This time, I chuckled. “If you weren’t so blind to my feelings toward you—”
“You hid them well.”
“If you say so.” Even though he couldn’t see, I rolled my eyes.
“I’m glad Malcolm and Soren have become good friends.”
“Yes. Absolutely true. I mean, they even stood up for us at our wedding.”
“Am I crushing you?”
He was slighter than I was, but had definite muscles these days with all the physical exercise in his dog-training business.
Although I was no slouch—what with hauling boxes around all day. My job was mostly stocking shelves. That said, I covered the cash register whenever needed. Every once in a while, I’d eye something Dillon was doing with the finances and, because of my business background, consider stepping in. Then I’d remind myself that wasn’t why he’d hired me. Plus, I handled allthe finances and marketing for Noah’s business. That kept me plenty busy.
Slowly, he eased off of me
The drying cum pulled at my skin.
He laughed. “Let me get a cloth.”
I wasn’t going to argue.
By the time he had me wiped down, had coaxed me into rolling onto my side, and slid in behind me, I’d yawned another three times.
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Best present ever.”
“A special night.”
“We should do this every year.”
I yelped.
He laughed. “I promise to help you organize it. I loved that almost everyone came.”
“Those who couldn’t sent their respects. My God, can you imagine if Bruiser, Smudge, and Pepsi had been here?”
“Chaos?” His stomach shook against my back as he laughed. “Sleep now, my love. Lots to do before Christmas.”
“Yes. That.” One more yawn, and I was gone.
Christmas Morning
Noah
How hard can it possibly be to buy a Christmas gift for one’s husband?
In truth? Virtually impossible.
Christian, coming down from the high of our holiday bout of making love, curled into my side. “We’ve been here almost nine months.”
“I know.”
“That’s like, almost a year.”
I chuckled. “I know.”
“I think I love you more than the day we arrived.”
