He gave her big brown eyes, pouting a little. “You don’t like it? I worked so hard on it.”
She ground her teeth together. “I love it.”
He grinned, crossing the room to pull her into his arms. “Liar.”
She blew her curly hair out of her eyes. “Well, the tree is gorgeous.” She looped her arms around his neck, offering her mouth up for a kiss.
He took her invitation, kissing her sweetly. “Well, the front lawn was the bad surprise. Want the good one?”
She gasped, putting her hand dramatically to her chest. “We’re pregnant?”
He went white, his face lit up by trepidation and hope. “We are?”
She gulped. Wow, I didn’t realize he wants kids already. “No.”
He slumped. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Surprise!”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you want your present or not?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Present?”
He leaned over her. “It’s better than chocolate.”
“There’s only one thing I can think of that’s better than chocolate, and I’m not sure you’re getting it until you clean up the front yard.” Liar. One look at the tree had guaranteed him pretty much anything he wanted, despite the front lawn.
His hand stroked her ass, pulling her into him. His dark eyes sparkled with gold flecks. “You sure about that?”
She glared at him even as her heart leapt. “What are you up to, Garfield?”
Because if he’s up to what I think he’s up to…
He let her go, crossing his arms over his chest. “I left you something on the tree.
It’s round and shiny and shaped like a ball. Think you can find it?”
“Ha ha.”
He stared at her, one dark brow rising in challenge.
“You’re serious?”
He nodded.
She turned and stared at the tree. “You made us one of the ornaments.”
“Smart girl. Think you can find it?”
She rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and dived for the tree, ignoring his chuckles.
It didn’t take her long to find the one golden ornament on the tree. The outside had Simon and Becky 2009 engraved on it. Little gold hinges and a golden latch let her know the ornament was made to be opened. She dropped to her knees, cradling it like the precious gift it was, a tangible sign of his love, made by his own hands. “Oh, Simon.”
She smiled up at him, loving the soft look in his dark eyes.
“Open it.”
She flipped the latch with shaking hands. Inside, nestled on green velvet was a white gold and diamond ring. It was a beautiful, vintage looking ring, with pave set diamonds and ivy leaves engraved on the band. “Oh.”
She looked back up to find him kneeling next to her. “Better than chocolate?”
“Yes! Yes yes yes!” She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tight.
“I haven’t asked yet.” She could hear the laughter in his voice.
She pulled back. “Has that ever stopped you before?”
His grin heated. He leaned in and kissed his mark on her neck, the mark he’d given her without asking permission. “No.”
“That’s okay though.” She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the feel of his teeth. “Sometimes it’s good to ask.”
She gasped, shuddering, as his teeth touched her skin, his body bearing hers down on the floor. You know what? It can wait.
And then his teeth were piercing his skin and she couldn’t think at all.
She shuddered beneath him as his teeth pierced her skin. The low moaning sound she made as she came nearly had his cock jumping out of his jeans. Simon thanked God his prickly little mate hadn’t immediately castrated him. Hell, she’d even brought him dinner. He could smell the burgers and fries cooling on the kitchen table.
But he could smell something else, too, and right now it smelled much more appetizing. And it was definitely something he was dying for a taste of.
He pulled away from her neck, loving the mewling sound of loss she made. Her shoes and socks were the first thing to go. Reaching for her zipper he pulled it down, quickly removing her jeans from her legs. She was already beginning to sit up, tugging on the hem of her sweater and throwing it across the room. Her bra quickly followed as he worked on her panties.
Mmm. There it is. My favorite flavor in the world. Simon grinned as he lowered his mouth to her pussy, taking a long wet lap at her moist heat. She flopped back down to the floor, her hips undulating against his mouth. He paused only long enough to remove his own shirt, knowing how much she loved the feel of his bare skin against her own. And who was he to complain? He loved it, too.
Simon settled between her thighs and prepared to enjoy the feast laid out before him. She was plucking at her nipples, writhing beneath him as he fucked her with his tongue.
“Off.”
She was pushing at his shoulders. “Why? I’m not done here.”
She gave him a sexy, hungry smile. “I want a taste, too.”
One of his brows rose. “I was thinking more of a sixty-eight.”
She laughed. “I don’t want to owe you one.” She licked her lips and he couldn’t help himself. He moaned, watching that pink tongue dart out again. “Bring that thing up here and let me suck on it.”
He shuddered. “Okay.”
She snickered as he stripped off his jeans in record time, but he wasn’t about to complain. Turn down a blow job from that talented mouth? Hell, no!
Simon rolled them both until Becky straddled his face. He stared up at her pussy, moaning as her hot mouth sank down on his cock. Dinner time.
Oh, fuck. Becky did her best to concentrate on the hot iron bar sliding in and out of her mouth, but Simon’s mouth kept her distracted. His tongue danced around her clit and she had to move with it. She could feel her orgasm dancing around the edge of her senses. She just needed a little bit more…
Simon bucked into her mouth, reminding her of what her job was. Trying not to grin she slid her lips down his shaft, taking his musky taste onto her tongue. She hummed around him, showing him how much she loved what they were doing, and was rewarded by his broken moan.
Becky pulled back and laved the head of his cock with her tongue, tasting his salty essence. In response he shoved what felt like three fingers into her, strumming her clit with his tongue.
Becky shrieked around him, her orgasm hitting her so fast she had no time to prepare.
Simon pulled out from under her, muttering darkly. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled, impaling her on his rock hard cock. “Fuck.”
“Simon.” She backed into him, squeezing her muscles as hard as she could. The added tightness did the trick. Within a few strokes Simon was coming, his guttural yell music to her ears.
With a soft sigh he released her and they collapsed to the floor. Simon’s warm weight settled at her back. “God, I love you.”
Becky smiled wickedly. “Simon?”
“Hmm?” His voice was fucked-out sleepy.
“You’re phone’s ringing.”
He chuckled into her neck just as the phone began to ring.