Page 133 of Dirty Little Christmas

"You woke me up for midnight Christmas sex?"

"Yes." My hand slides down her belly, inching toward her cunt. "I promised to give you everything on your list today. I intend to work like a good little husband to give it to you, pretty baby." I slip my hand between her legs. "Even if it takes all night." I part her slit. "All morning." My thumb finds her swollen clit. "All damn day."

"Lachlan," she moans, spreading her legs for me. "I love that."

"Love what? This?" I grind my thumb against her clit.

"Husband," she gasps. "You called yourself my h-husband."

We aren't married yet, but we will be soon. Doesn't matter if it's legal or not, though. She is mine and I'm hers in every way that matters.

"Then come for your husband like a good little wife," I demand, playing with her cunt until she's coming all over my cock again. As she shakes and trembles through the aftershocks, I reach beneath the pillow, grabbing the slip of paper I hid there and pressing it into her hand.

She whips her head around to face me, her eyes wide in the moonlight filtering in through the windows. "What is this?"

"Another present." I brush my hand down her cheek. "It's the code for the cameras at work."

"You're giving me the code to the cameras?"

"I thought it was only fair that you got to watch too, pretty baby," I murmur. "Now, you can keep tabs on what your filthy husband is doing when he's watching you."

Her pussy clenches around my cock.

"I have a better plan," she whispers, shifting until she's straddling my hips. She leans down until her lips are inches from mine. "Maybe my filthy husband should just move me into his office with him. It'd be far easier for him to keep tabs on me that way."

Jesus. I love this woman.

"You're right," I growl, gripping her hips as I lunge at her mouth, dragging her down into my arms. "Fuck the cameras. You're definitely moving into my office."

"Merry Christmas to me," she moans as I rock her against me.

I smile, shaking my head. "That isn't your present, Caitlin."

"You keep saying that. Are you ever going to tell me what my present is?"

I nip her bottom lip before brushing mine across her cheek in search of her ear. "Love, Caitlin," I whisper against the shell of it. "Your present is love, every damn day for the rest of your life." And every other goddamn thing she could ever possibly want. But she'll figure that part out later.

She sobs wordlessly, throwing herself against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, my heart full in a way it never has been because she's here and she's finally mine.

Epilogue

Caitlin

Five Years Later

I know he's following me long before I see him. I feel his presence beating down on me like the rays of the sun. But I play his little game, pretending I don't notice him as I window shop near the office. I can't help but smile, though.

After five years, I've grown used to this little game of his. Back then, I didn't know he followed me everywhere. I thought he'd stop once we were married, but he never really did. He just stopped hiding his obsession. At least…most of the time. Some days, like today, he likes to pretend I still don't know his secret.

He follows along behind me until I do something to draw him out. Or we "accidentally" bump into one another. His little game has unfolded a thousand different ways over the years, but it always ends the same way…with us all over each other.

I love it far more than I should.

I love him beyond reason.

He's spent five years making every single one of my dreams come true, and I've never been happier. He and our babies are the center of my universe, and I wouldn't change a single thing about it.

Except, perhaps, to hurry this little game of his along today. I'm pregnant again and unbelievably horny. Something about being pregnant at Christmas does it for me every time.