We may not have had furniture downstairs since he’d just brought in a plastic table and chairs for the party, but the house was all decorated with a marvelous Christmas tree and festive decorations to celebrate the holiday.
I turned in his embrace. “Think our friends are ready to head home yet so we can find out if you know how to pick out mattresses?”
Paxton threw his head back and laughed hard. “If the mattress sucks, you will have to blame it on Gemma and Bodie. You know I never leave your side often enough to go shopping alone. I had to put them in charge of that part. As for our friends, we better go say goodbye first since we are the hosts and all.”
I sighed dramatically. “If we must. But let’s hurry.”
* * *
Damn,I had a good night's sleep.
Between the mattress and the man, I slept like a baby. That was right after we broke in the new bed, and Pax had exhausted me into oblivion with his love-making.
“Remind me to thank Gemma and Bodie for their choices of mattresses,” I murmured sleepily.
Paxton chuckled, causing his chest to vibrate under my cheek, where it rested on his valley of muscles. “It really did do its job and then some, so I’ll be sure to let them know.”
The evening had been spectacular from start to finish. My guy was a giver, and it was time to give back. There was one thing I’d been dying to do but never had been able to bring myself to do it. Thomas had always made me feel like it was my wifely duty, but Paxton never expected a thing from me, and we’d talked about my past, so he was aware of my reservations.
But any doubts I had were long gone.
I ran my bare foot up and down Pax’s leg as my hand slid down his stomach. Thankful he was naked, my hand met his impressive morning wood, and I stroked his cock, pulling a groan from him.
Tilting my head so I could look at him, I gave him a sexy smile and brought my hand back up to his chest. Then rising to my knees, I swung one leg over his body so I was straddling him. With both hands, I raked my nails down his pecs as I slipped my body down his until I was right where I wanted to be.
I looked into Paxton’s eyes, wrapped my hand around his dick, and gave him a look that portrayed what was to come. “Merry Christmas to me.”
“Baby, you don’t—”
His words died in his throat when I licked the underside of his impressive package and then circled my tongue around the head of his cock. A strangled growl came out of him.
I knew I didn’t have to. I wanted to.
Paxton’s hips bucked upward as a bead of pre-come dripped to my tongue. The musky, salty, taste of him ripped a moan from me, and I circled my lips around his head, pulling him deep into my throat.
And then I finished making Christmas morning start off merry and bright.
* * *
“I’m notsure I need coffee after your wake-up call.”
Why I blushed at Paxton’s comment, I don’t know. I’d just had my mouth wrapped around his cock a short time ago, but my face heated regardless.
“You’re cute when you get embarrassed,” he said, tapping his finger on my nose playfully. “Now, how about I give you your Christmas present since you already gave me mine?”
Instead of shying away from his remark, I gave him a dose of sass. “That wasn’t your Christmas present; that was just a bonus for us both.”
He flashed me a sexy smirk. “I do like your bonuses then, darlin’.”
He took my hand and pulled me along with him to the massive living room where the Christmas tree was. I looked around and excitement rushed through me at the thought of us decorating the space together. It was something I was looking forward to immensely. But it was the nursery I was most anticipating and giddy about.
“Let’s sit on the floor so you can unwrap your presents first,” I told him.
I struggled with what to get Pax, and I knew what I had gotten him wasn’t much, but I hoped he would like it. We sank to the floor, facing each other, and I grabbed the first box, handing it to him. It had been difficult to shop when people were after me, so I had to get creative and also enlist help.
He pulled off the bow and paper, then opened the box. Pax looked up at me and smiled. “You made me a gift.”
It wasn’t a question but more a statement that held a hint of shock that someone would make something for him. I just nodded as he reached in and pulled out the book I’d made. Maybe it was cheesy, but I had to come up with something, and there were so many things that I wanted to give Paxton that I’d decided to make him a coupon book full of things he could cash in on.
