Page 41 of One Naughty Christmas Night

“Heath…” her voice faded as she sank down on him.

Grasping her hips firmly in his hands, he helped her set a rhythm as she rode him.

“It’s so different,” she whispered, tossing her head back on a moan.

“Yes,” he groaned, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples to stiff peaks.

She moved faster on him, bouncing up and down on him, her thighs smacking into his. He tugged her breasts free of her gown and took a nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, and he shushed her, even though he was sure no one would hear them. Even most of the staff was released to enjoy Christmas Eve with their families.

Pinching and rolling her other nipple in his hand, she whimpered.

His balls tightened, and he reached for her warm folds, teasing her hard nub of desire.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she climaxed, her body gripping him tightly as she came on him. Slumping down, she trembled against him in the aftermath.

Heath wrapped his arms firmly around her and picked her up, not breaking the contact between them. Placing her on her back on the couch, he buried his staff to the hilt inside her.

She cried out, and he groaned, now moving inside her.

He started slow but as the heat built, he moved faster, digging his hands into the cushions beside her as he thrust.

His climax hit him hard and plunged inside her, his body jerking with every wave of his release. He muttered a curse into her neck, and she laughed, the sound so soft he thought he might have imagined it.

Her hands crept to his face, bringing his lips to hers for a kiss.

“Heath,” she whispered, “I think I’m in love with you.”

He almost crowed, barely restraining himself.

Laying his forehead against hers, he said, “I’m pretty certain that I’m in love with you.”

“You are?” she asked, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Yes.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “There’s no one I’d rather be with than you.”

She kissed him again, her tears salting her lips.

“It looks like what I was looking for was right in front of me this whole time, it just took me this long to realize it.”

His hand cupped her cheek, swiping away a stray tear.

“Me too.”

She choked out a watery laugh. “We are both to blame.”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he moved off her, helping her up.

They straightened their clothes between kisses, Heath’s heart near exploding with joy.

“You know, our mothers are going to be thrilled,” he said, holding her hand as they walked back to the ballroom. “And insufferable.”

“I know.”

He halted when they arrived back at the ballroom, kissing the back of her hand before he slipped it into his arm.

“I love you,” he whispered.