“Huge, huh? You sure know how to boost a guy's ego.”
“Oh, I assure you, he needsnohelp with that.”
Dwight chuckles softly, and I can’t help the laugh that falls from my own lips. I tilt my head down and capture his mouth with mine.
How is it that every kiss feels like the first time? The same amount of butterflies fluttering in my belly?
He leans in closer, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, tugging at it gently between his teeth and I moan, beginning to rock my hips against his semi-hard cock in his pants as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass.
My fingers dust over his chest and down to his waist where I grip the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head, and before I know it, we’re both naked on my couch, putting thathugedick to gooduse.
Chapter 45
Quinn
“Merry Christmas!” Dwight’s mom, Mandy sings the moment we step through the door, hugging Dwight and then kissing me on the cheek. “Come on in out of the cold.”
Dwight allows me to head in first and drops our bags by his feet before helping me out of my coat. We kick off the snow that clings to our boots, leaving them by the door and make our way inside.
When Dwight picked me up this morning, it had snowed heavily overnight leaving a thick blanket of snow of at least four inches covering the ground, making the roads treacherous to drive in. I’ve never been a lover of snow, but when I pulled open my curtains this morning, I couldn’t deny how beautiful everything looked covered in a crisp white sheet, the bare branches of the trees outside my window hanging heavy, weighed down by the snow.
A true white Christmas.
“How was the drive?” Mandy asks as we follow her into the living room.
“It was slow and took twice as long but we made it here in one piece at least,” Dwight replies as we walk side by side, his hand pressed against the small of my back, warming my skin.
We step into the living room and greet Tori and his dad Peter, Tori wrapping me in a hug as if we were the oldest of friends.
“Uncle Dwight! Quinn! Happy Christmas!” Lissy shouts, jumping to her feet from where she was sat on the ground, surrounded by a sea of toys. She bounds over to us, crashing into Dwight and wrapping her arms around his legs, the top of her head only coming up to his waist.
“Merry Christmas Shortie.” He bends down and plants a kiss on the top of her head.
Lissy comes to me next and I drop to a crouch. She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face in my chest. “Merry Christmas Lissy.”
“Happy Christmas Quinn! Isn’t the snow justsopretty? I’m gonna build the biggest and bestest snowman ever!”
“I can’t wait to see it.”
Lissy spots the bag of gifts we brought with us and her eyes widen in excitement. “Are those presents?”
“They sure are!” Dwight says.
“Are there any for me?”
“Oh, I think there’s a few in here…”
“Yay! Can I open them now? Pretty please!” She bounces up and down on the spot in front of us.
“Sure you can. Come on.”
Dwight and I hand out everyone’s gifts. Dwight got his parents a coupon for a weekend away in a five star hotel in New York, flights included, and Tori, a spa retreat for two, in which she insists that I accompany her. For Lissy, he got her a car to go with her ever-growing collection of dolls, and a gorgeous plush teddy bear with a pink bow around its neck.
I wanted to contribute some money towards their presents, but he wouldn’t hear of it, so instead I got both Tori and Mandy a bottle of perfume each, and for his dad, I got a signed photograph of who Dwight tells me is his favourite football player.
“You really didn’t have to get us anything, honey,” Mandy tells me. “Just having you here with us is more than enough, but thank you. Here’s yours from all of us,” she hands me a small square box, and inside is a pair of beautiful half hoop earrings.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you so much.” I take them out the box and put them in.
