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  “Damn,” he murmured.

  “Bryson? Uh, you’re letting a chill in. My nipples are—”

  The door slammed.

  “Shh,” she urged him, “or you’re going to wake Naomi up. Then you’re not getting any.”

  He climbed over the packages, not paying them much mind. As he approached, wide-eyed and hungry looking, she noticed the growing bulge in the front of his pants. He fell to his knees beside her and paused to soak in her figure.

  “That’s new?” He allowed his gaze to drift over her body.

  She had gone to the mall and purchased the skimpiest nightie she could find. It hardly covered her private areas. In fact lying on the floor, it didn’t cover much at all. That’s the way she wanted it.

  Bryson settled on her nipples, which were erect behind the thin material. He reached out and gently thrummed one with his thumb. A tingle ran straight to her core. She squirmed a little. He pinched the tiny bud and tugged it then leaned down to thrust the nightie aside.

  “Mm, you taste good,” he whispered. “I’ve missed this. I’ve dreamed of it.”

  “I’m a little bigger than four years ago. Naomi left some weight.”

  “You look amazing. Your curves... Damn, my dick hurts it’s so tight.”

  “Can’t have that.” She stroked the front of his pants, and he groaned. He was right. His dick was super hard. She didn’t remember it being that stiff or that big. Desire overwhelmed her. “You’re overdressed, Bryson.”

  “Can’t have that.” He stripped in seconds.

  She made him wait before he pounced on her so she could get a good look. His pale skin was just as tight as it was four years ago. He might be a bit leaner, she thought, studying his beautiful form.

  “You’ve lost weight.” She ran her hands over his abdomen and felt the start of her pussy juices because of his hard muscle.

  “All I do is work. I forget to eat. Am I unattractive to you now?” He teased her. She was pretty sure he knew he looked good. Then she remembered that he was self-conscious about being so big, and she took his cock into her hand.

  “Charon,” he moaned.

  “You know you’re sexy, Bryson. I wish I could eat you up!” She licked the tip of his cock, and he swore. A kiss and a gentle suck had him shaking. She loved it, being able to make such a big strong guy subject to her control. Following the line of his erection, she licked all the way down to his balls and gave them a kiss and a gentle squeeze. Then she made her way up again to suck on the head.

  She climbed onto her knees and palmed as much of his cock as she could. Stroking from the base to the top, she kept pulling on it and sucking the tip at the same time. While she worked his shaft, she reached around behind him to stroke his ass. He ran a hand along her back. A cool breeze flowed across her skin as he flipped the nightie higher to expose her ass.

  “I love you sucking my cock, baby, but seeing your ass in the air is killing me. Turn around.”

  She looked up at him. “Not yet. I’m not done. I’m going to make you come.”

  “I have to get into you. Turn around.”

  “Wait.”

  He pulled back, popping his dick from her hands and spun her around.

  “Bryson!”

  He flattened a hand on her belly and drew her upward. Lying over her body from behind, he thrust a knee between her legs to spread them wider. She lost her balance, but he was strong enough to keep her upright. The next thing she knew the head of his cock pierced her pussy opening. She keened in pleasure.

  He went still while her body adjusted, but he didn’t need to. Her pussy remembered his dick even after four years. Yes, it was a bit achy, but she loved the feeling he gave her. He filled her to the brim with yummy dick. Her walls stretched around him, and she arched her back to get as many inches as possible.

  He curved over her back and cupped her ass with his pelvis. When he managed to get most of his cock inside her, they stayed still and just felt. She could swear his dick pulsated inside her body, and the heat between them was unbelievable.

  “I need your mouth,” he whispered.

  She turned her head toward him, and he covered her lips with his. He threaded his tongue into her mouth, and she attacked it with her own. They tongue-kissed moaning and devouring each other for long minutes. His hand slid from her belly to a breast, and he squeezed.

  He began to move in and out of her, stroking deep and steady. She pushed back on his dick, hardly able to stand the sensation when it slid out. All she wanted was to be full of him forever.

  “You’re mine.” His tone filled with agony. “And I belong to you. Charon, my sweet Charon, I was a fool to choose money over you. It’s cold and lifeless, but you… You’re burning me alive.”

  “It’s just sex,” she teased.

  “Don’t say that.” He tipped her chin up a fraction of an inch and looked into her eyes. “Tell me you love me. Tell me it’s acceptable that I’m leaving everything behind. I don’t want you to feel guilty or like you pushed me into it. I want you to be happy no matter what.”

  “If I can be with you, I’ll be happy. I was stupid too. New York is so noisy and busy with so many people, but I would be thrilled every day if I can have you.”

  He pumped harder into her pussy but not so much that it hurt. She bordered on an orgasm and willed it to wait a little longer. He straightened and held onto her hips. Because it turned her on, she watched over her shoulder, loving the look of his body smashing into hers.

  His dick was so long she could see it each time it slid out. Glistening with come and thick with bulging veins, it took her over the top. She bit down on her lip to smother a scream—and came hard.

  He pumped faster but with sharp control, never going too deep and never hurting her. In a few thrusts, his come gushed into her pussy, warming it. When he was done, he pulled out and turned her again to lie on her back. He followed her down, lying at her side. He pushed a hand between her legs.

  “What are you doing, Bryson?”

  “Shh.” He nipped one of her nipples. She shut her eyes while he fingered her clit and sucked her nipple. Pleasure began to build fast, and an aftershock orgasm rocketed through her system.

  Afterward, she purred like a kitten, and he chuckled.

  “You’re laughing at me?”

  He grinned. “You’re so cute. I can’t help myself.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  He drew her into his arms, and she stayed put, loving every second because it made up for all the days, hours, minutes, and seconds she spent dealing with Morris, all because she felt guilty. No more. She wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to or live any life that wasn’t fulfilling. Not for someone else, that was for sure.

  “What are you thinking, baby?” Bryson asked.

  “That a quiet neighborhood and no stress doesn’t compare to lying in your arms.”

  “We will live where you like, and listen it’s not like we’ll be poor. Far from it, in fact. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

  “But will you regret it? I want you to be happy just as much as you want it for me.”

  “I was miserable.”

  He made the admission with simplicity, and she agreed.

  “Let’s blame it on age,” she suggested, and he laughed.

  “Agreed. Besides, there are many companies in North Carolina that need me to make them better.”

  She smacked his arm. “Whatever.”

  He nibbled her earlobe. “I want to put my dick in you again.”

  “You’re hard already?”

  “It never softened much. It’s starving for your sweet pussy. But if you’re tired…”

  She threw a leg over his hip and slid closer. The tip of his cock didn’t need any help. It eased into her heat. She lost strength to move, but Bryson encircled her in his embrace and began a steady and gentle thrust.

  “Bryson,” she whined.

  Somehow he managed to raise her hips off the floor and invaded her b
ody until she shook with the pleasure of it. He ground as deep as he could from the front. She called out his name in an urgent whisper. He drained her of energy and gave back ecstasy. He raised one of her legs over her head and took her more deeply, pumping and grinding against her ass.

  She could no longer speak. Bryson pumped and pounded into her pussy. Keeping quiet was almost impossible. She bit down hard on her inner cheek and collapsed onto her back. He took her again and again. Her body was at his complete mercy. Her climax exploded. He didn’t slow down. With a big hand covering her belly, pressing her against the floor, he drove into her pussy. Just when she thought the stimulation too much to handle, he came a second time and stilled.

  “I can’t…believe…that was…” She panted.

  He pulled out of her and stood with her in his arms. She didn’t have the strength to hold on. In her bathroom, he placed her on her feet then turned on the shower. Her nightie floated to the floor after he removed it, and the two of them climbed into the shower. He washed her and then himself. She let him handle it all.

  After he dried them both, he carried her to her bed and left the room. She rolled over intending to talk to him when he came back, but sleep dragged her down to lala land.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Excited squealing woke Charon from a solid sleep. She sat up in bed, nervous that Naomi was upset about something. Another peel of laughter made her realize Naomi must have gotten into the presents. Charon yawned and climbed out of bed. She threw on a robe to be decent and knotted it as she headed down the hall. Half the living room was covered in wrapping paper.

  “What in the world?”

  Bryson paused while handing Naomi another package. He had the nerve to look guilty. “Don’t be upset, baby. I figured she could open one or two before you woke up. Then you could sleep a little longer.”

  “One or two? More like ten from all this mess.”

  “No, that was just one. He pointed at the cute pink bike in the corner.”

  Her jaw dropped. “I didn’t see that last night.”

  He winked. “I told you I had a car full. I could only bring a little at a time with each trip.”

  “Bryson, we don’t have room for all this stuff.”

  “Then we’ll have to get a bigger place.”

  She laughed and shook her head.

  “Mommy, look what Uncle Bryson gave me.” Her daughter held up a doll baby that looked real.

  “Uncle?”

  He shrugged. “We were trying it out, but you’re right. It’s not going to work afterward. I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

  She blushed and dropped down to the carpet to allow her daughter to show her all the gifts she received from Bryson.

  “And there are some for you too, Mommy. I’ll bring you yours.” Her little busybody snagged box after box, and Charon found herself blinking away tears. Bryson was far too generous, but she had the feeling he enjoyed it so much she shouldn’t fight him. As she thought about how miserable she was over the last four years with Morris, Bryson must have had it worse—all because they were stupid.

  Not anymore.

  “Anyone want breakfast?” she offered.

  Bryson perked up. “Let’s have cookies for breakfast.”

  “Are you kidding?”

  “Cookies!” Naomi jumped up and down with her doll arm-locked at her side.

  Charon shrugged. “Why not? Let’s do it.”

  When she brought a plate of peanut butter cookies and a plate of sugar cookies that she and Naomi had decorated into the living room, Bryson was picking up his ringing phone. Charon’s stomach knotted, but he frowned at the screen and threw the phone onto the couch unanswered.

  “Cookies!” He tried to imitate a Muppet and failed. Charon laughed, and Naomi giggled.

  Charon’s phone rang. She checked her screen and saw Morris’s name. Unfortunately, she couldn’t ignore it the way that Bryson did. She sighed and pressed the button as she held out the phone to Naomi. “Here, baby. Your daddy’s calling.”

  “Hello, Daddy? I got a bunch of toys! Let me show you.” Naomi chattered away, probably not giving Morris a chance to speak. Charon settled on the carpet next to Bryson, and he grabbed her hand to place a small package into it. Her heart skipped a beat because she could tell what was inside from the shape. She gazed at him and swallowed. Sure enough, the box contained a diamond ring. Neither of them said a word as he placed the ring on her finger.

  “I was wrong,” she said softly.

  His eyes widened, and for a minute he looked worried. “About?”

  “I thought that one night at Christmas was this best I’ve ever had.”

  His face seemed to glow. “Trust me, my love, there are many more to come.”

  The End

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  About the Author

  Tressie Lockwood has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her stories.

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