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“Deal.” She snuggles into my chest. “Exclusive shows whenever you want.”

My arms tighten around her. “I’ll never let you go. I tried to fight my obsession, Bella. Every time you flirted with me it chipped off a part of my soul not to respond.”

The relief to have her with me is so good it’s unreal. Like she flicked a switch and suddenly my life is filled with light.

“We’ll make up for lost time,” she murmurs sleepily and her body softens. It only takes a few minutes, and her breathing goes deep and even.

It’s longer for me. I stay awake thinking about how I’m going to explain the fact that I’ve claimed Ivy’s nanny.

12

BELLA

Christmas Day

I wake to searing pleasure and an arm over my hips, holding me down. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m coming, ecstasy shattering through me like a wave.

Lucas.

My boss.

Another pulse sweeps down my shaking legs at that knowledge. This is the man I’ve wanted since we met, and he’s pressing kisses to the folds between my legs as I gain consciousness. I can only pant in glorious disbelief as he raises his head, then after leaving a kiss on my thigh, his stubble a rasp that sets off more little shocks of pleasure, he sits up.

“Good morning.” Lucas looks downright wicked in the shadows, silhouetted in black and white. He takes one of my legs and strokes his fingertips all the way up with a purr of admiration. Then my bottom is on his lap, I’m open for him, and he shoves his massive cock right in.

The sudden intrusion is a momentary pain, despite how sopping wet my pussy is, then it’s only bliss as he hammersinto me. The angle is unbelievable, the helplessness and luxury of being on my back as he thrusts hard, taking what he needs, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s fast, or I’m still half in a dream state, because need tightens in me again immediately, and I’m lost to the sensation of him and me together.

“Give me another, little elf,” he growls, and then his hand is between my legs this time, stroking me, and with the feel of cock inside me, I’m shoved from all sides into orgasm.

I barely see Lucas’s fierce, tender expression through the dark and my own fog of pleasure, but his roar and unrestrained pounding tells me enough. For now. As things come back into focus, I swear I’m going to get my mouth on him and enjoy watching him fall apart while I watch.

Lucas presses a soft kiss to my ankle, then pulls me to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, wet heat dribbling down my inner thigh, and before I know it, we’re in his shower.

He washes me like I’m his favourite doll, tsking when I try to do anything myself, and lathering shower gel over my breasts more than strictly necessary to clean them. But he makes me feel dainty and cared for, and when he lathers shampoo in my hair, gently teasing out the tangles we put in last night, I melt. I only manage glancing touches of his magnificent naked body.

It’s only when he’s wrapped me up in a fluffy white towel that my brain wakes up.

“Ivy,” I say, horrified.

“Don’t worry.” He smiles with a knowing look, and my tummy flutters. My god, I will never get used to how miraculous Lucus’ smile is. “She knows what happens at Christmas. We’ve had a routine since she was old enough to be excited by Christmas, and it’s early. I woke you because I had to have more before I shared you for the day.”

He’s right. It’s only just seven and still dark outside when we creep downstairs. Ivy is sitting under the Christmas tree, examining a present. The Christmas tree lights are the only illumination, and she’s so cute. Warmth washes over me as I look at her. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I am sure this will be the best Christmas of my life.

“You didn’t peek at any of those without us, did you?” Lucas rumbles behind me.

Ivy looks up, bright and happy and innocent. “I was just looking.”

“Good.” Lucas leans in and touches me lightly on the cheek as he gives me a cup of coffee. His grey eyes gleam, and I can hardly believe it, but he’s smiling. Like this is his natural state, and all his grumpiness was a dream.

I take a sip of coffee, and it’s frothy milk and sweet with honey. Exactly as I like it.

“Now, shall we do presents?” He turns on a table light that glows a golden light in the living room. One hand catching mine and lacing our fingers, he sits onto the nearest sofa to the tree, and keeps our hands on his thigh, casually linked.

“Can I play Santa and give them out?” Ivy asks eagerly, bouncing on her heels.

Heat flushes into my cheeks. Playing Santa. Mm. Yes. Better that someone else does that, I think.

“You can be Santa,” Lucas replies with absolute calm, then glances across at me, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “Bella will be my little elf.”