Page 55 of A Very Bossy Christmas

And I would love to have an orgasm.

I want as many orgasms and as much of his penis as I can get before we have to go back to the way things were.

But I also really like lying here and not moving.

He taps one finger against my thigh. “Question.” His voice is muffled because my boob is in his face. “When do we have to get up in the morning?”

“Oh. Right. Six o’clock.”

“Fuck that.”

“We have to. Limo’s picking us up at seven thirty. Unless you want to take a later…um…what do you call it? Flight.”

“No, I want to ride to the place with you. The airport.”

“Good. I tried to get us on the same flight this morning, but I couldn’t do it.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. But I did change my tickets so we can fly together for the wedding stuff.”

“You did?!”

“Yup. And I got us one room at the Ritz-Carlton. A suite.”

“I love that.” He strokes my hair like I’m an adorable, obedient puppy. “That’s good. You’re good. I want that.”

“Good.” I somehow manage to wrap my arms around his neck, but it takes a really long time and a lot of effort. “Dec?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we just get in bed and put on a movie and not move at all?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He moves his head a little to kiss my boob, somewhere around my armpit area. “You’re amazing. I’m gonna help you up.”

“Thanks.”

He slowly sits up and slowly, very slowly, stands up with the help of the wall beside him. And then he helps me up and we take a few wobbly steps and then collapse onto the bed together. “I’m taking your shirt off though,” he says.

“I’m taking yours off too then,” I insist.

We take each other’s shirts off at the same time, and I wish someone were filming this so I can watch it later because I have no idea how we’re able to do this. We crawl up to the pillows, he finds the TV remote on the bedside table, and he turns onGremlins. We both say, “I love this movie” at the same time and then turn to kiss each other and bump noses.

“Ow.” I rub my nose.

“Shit.” He rubs my nose. “We suck.”

“I’m actually really turned on by you right now.”

“Really?” His face lights up, and he places his hand on my hip.

“Yes, but if you touch any of my lady bits tonight, it will probably kill me.”

He rolls onto his back, groaning. “Mannaggia, Nonna! You cockblocker!” He shakes his fist in the air and then takes in a slow, shaky breath. “Yeah, it would kill me too. Rain check?”

“Rainchecks.”

He holds his hand up for me to slap him five, and I do, gently. After a while, I say, “I had a really good time tonight though. I’m glad you made up with Brady and Hannah. Are you?”