Kate grinned. “You can’t be serious.”
“His mother loves me.” His finger tugged on the waistband of her panties. “Since he found out he’s going to be a godfather, he’s even peskier.”
“You mean vain about his hair?”
“Pesky.”
She gasped when he cupped her bare core. “Cor’s baby is lucky to have both of you as godparents,” she said, hips arching off the bed, seeking the pressure of his hand.
Having met Cor’s wife, a very pregnant Ivy, she admitted her boss had the perfect Christmas gift.
Spencer’s fingers separated her slick folds and she closed her eyes at the first touch to her wet passage.
“I’m lucky too,” he rasped.
Her lids were heavy with desire, but she pried them open to glance up at him, although all Kate wanted was for him to slip his digits in her needy channel.
“Lucky my woman is always well and ready to take me.”
He gave her what she craved as if he knew the tune that would always make her body hum. Spencer stuck two fingers into her, and Kate’s hips rose off the bed to take him deeper. The pad of his thumb pressed her clip, rolling the button back and forth in sweet torment.
In and out, his hand started a steady rhythm that drove her mad. Her clit hummed, begging for what was just out of reach. The only thing better than being finger fucked would be Spencer’s dick hammering into her.
“I have a gift for you.”
“Si…si. Make me cum like this.”
He kissed her. A soft intimate kiss filled with promised passion. An embrace that filled her heart with love. Love for him. And their future.
“Not that gift,” he chuckled, rolling her clit the way she liked. Before she could protest for his hand leaving her body, he was off the bed and in the closet.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
“I hope so,” he teased.
Sitting at the corner of the bed, he placed a small gold box on her stomach, sending butterflies fluttering. “What is it? I thought we weren’t exchanging presents until after I return from Maryland.”
She loved him and knew Spencer was on his way to sharing those emotions. They’d had a great month, spent more time together than apart… But was she ready for what was in the tiny box?
“Open it.”
With shaky fingers, she pulled the ribbon, unraveling it, before lifting the lid off the box. Tears stung her eyes. “Are you sure?” She swallowed, her breath lodging in her chest.
“I’ve never been surer about anything.”
Kate lifted the single silver key from the box. “This means I can visit you anytime I want?”
“No.” He stood, removing his clothing piece by piece and she couldn’t stop her eyes from trailing the path his pants took before hitting the floor. “You’re moving in.”
Kate shivered. She’d go anywhere with this man.
“I need you here. I want your face to be the first I see when I wake, and your body against mine the last touch before I sleep. I thought I could wait until after the holidays, but I can’t.”
Tossing the box aside, over six feet of hard muscles nestled between her legs. She was still clothed and wanted the barrier gone.
“My stuff…I…”
He coated the crown of his dick in her juices, running the throbbing member from core to clit. Then he was entering her in a long breathtaking thrust that made her cry out his name.