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Rylan sat up and tucked his knees behind him before he glanced back at Cameron. The man was beautiful and his, but the need of his body overrode his sentimental thoughts, and when Cameron’s gaze zeroed in on the exact spot they became one, Rylan moved.

He lifted himself off before dropping onto Cameron’s cock, over and over again, until his legs burned with exertion. Breathing hard, he settled onto Cameron’s hips and moved his ass back and forth.

“Oh, fuck, love. That feels so fucking good.”

“Yes. You look so fucking beautiful rolling your hips like that, driving me deeper inside you.”

He lit up with every pass of Cameron’s cock against his prostate, but it was the words coming from his husband that drove him closer and closer.

“I loved your beautiful, rounded ass before but watching you like this, taking your pleasure from me, it’s perfect.”

Hands on his waist tightened and Rylan leaned forward, gripping Cameron’s thighs, giving him more room to rock himself on his cock. The rhythm built to a crescendo and both of them shouted, their orgasms overcoming them at the same time.

Cameron surged up and wrapped his arms around Rylan’s chest, burying his face against Rylan’s neck as Rylan leaned back, allowing his husband to ground him. When his body stopped pulsing with his release, he sagged, breathing hard.

Somehow, he found his head on the pillow with Cameron rubbing a warm washrag along his sensitized skin before he tucked them both under the covers and pulled Rylan so he rested over most of Cameron’s body. It was how he liked to sleep.

“This is the best surprise. I love you, Cameron.”

Cameron kissed the top of his head. “No, angel. This wasn’t your surprise.”

Rylan lifted his head to look at his husband. “You should stop spoiling me.”

“I love spoiling you. You know you deserve everything you’ve worked for, but when it’s just you and me, I enjoy making you feel loved.”

Rylan hummed.

“And I enjoy seeing you relaxed. When your career takes off, I want to be with you every step of the way.”

“I’ve neglected you for the last few weeks.”

“You haven’t. Plus, you know now you want to concentrate on design and you helped with several great causes. And speaking of your surprise.”

Rylan rolled off Cameron and watched as Cameron moved toward their suitcase and grabbed a rectangular, bulky item. Cameron set the box on the bed and they both moved to sit cross-legged on the bed.

“I’m horrible at wrapping, as you’ll see this Christmas, so I put your gifts in the box instead.”

Cameron opened the lid and nodded.

Rylan reached in and pulled out brilliant looking sketch pencils he knew would feel perfect in his hand, a fashionary planner that looked expensive, a new laptop along with a digital sketchpad and an artist stylus. Then he noticed more pencils, paper sketchpads, and a smart notebook.

Rylan threw himself into Cameron’s arms and whispered, “Thank you, thank you so much. I love everything.”

“There’s one more thing.” Cameron blushed.

He handed over what looked like plane tickets. Rylan glanced down and noticed the destination: Paris, France.

“When the professor called, I talked to her for a few minutes and asked her about the industry. She told me that everyone needs to go to Paris Fashion Week at least once in the career.”

His mouth opened, but no sound escaped. This life, his life with Cameron, was a fairy tale no one could have predicted, even himself in his most desperate times.

“I love you,” Rylan said.

“I love you, too, Ry. I’m proud of you and I know you’ll be successful as a designer, but no matter what happens, I’ll be there for you. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Unable to speak through his throat clogging with emotion, Rylan pushed Cameron to lie down before he followed, cuddling up to his husband and loving the feel of his strong arms around him.

As long as I have Cameron, I have everything.