below his belly button while her leg curved around his hip, with the heel of her foot pressing deliciously into his ass. His hand meandered from where he cradled her temple, over her hair to the damp, warm skin of her bare shoulder. He smiled and turned his head, whispering his lips across her sweat-speckled forehead, nuzzling gently, breathing her in, knowing that he’d never been more content. His woman, his Peaches, in their home, it was a dream he’d thought out of reach.
Her small fingers danced through the sporadic hair on his chest, conjuring a satisfied sigh from deep within him. Opening his eyes gradually, he watched as the diamond he’d placed on the third finger of her left hand sparkled in the lights of the Christmas tree they’d made love under. Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his lips and placed a tender kiss on the stone.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from the screams of pleasure he’d elicited from her not twenty minutes before.
He dipped his chin at the same time she moved back and looked up at him. “You’re perfect,” he said and kissed her because Jesus, what else was there to do?
She gripped the back of his neck and pulled him to her, making their bodies roll until he was back on top of her, cradled between her thighs. He smiled at the one leg of her work pants that was still attached to her ankle and the silk blouse underneath her that would have to be replaced after he’d ripped it open in his haste to have her. Fuck it. It was only money. And who cared about shit like that when the love of your life had just agreed to marry you?
In a brief moment of doubt, he pulled back from her eager mouth, tracing her flushed cheek with the back of his hand. “Did you mean it?” he asked seriously, watching her carefully. “Will you really marry me?”
Her eyes met his and a slow smile teased at the edges of her lips. “Yes. With my whole heart, I meant it.” She lifted her head, hunting out his tongue with hers. “I love you.”
“Christ,” he murmured, dropping his face to her neck, reveling in the sparks of lust and passion her words sent through his body. His hips undulated against her, driven by the want and desire he’d forever felt for her. “Baby,” he growled as he licked her throat, holding her grabby hands to the floor. “Do you know what your words do to me?”
Her response, as she arched her neck, was a wanton sigh.
He smiled. “I’m hard again.”
Her moan was all the beautiful assurance he needed as he once again pushed into her welcoming body.
To say that Carter entered WCS Communications with a spring in his step the next day would have been a huge understatement. Floating was a more apt description, walking on sunshine. He smiled and greeted the weekend staff with an enthusiastic good morning, garnering perplexed looks from those who’d only known him as a quiet, formidable ex con in the thirteen months he’d been the official CEO.
But he didn’t give a shit. No one was going to piss on his parade today.
“Coffee, Mr. Carter?” his PA, Martha, asked with a grin.
“You know what I like,” he retorted with a wink as he strode into his office and placed his bike helmet on his desk. Shaking off his leather jacket, and replacing it with the double-breasted Tom Ford jacket hanging from the back of the door, he looked out across the exquisite view of the city his office was fortunate to have.
Despite it being three days before Christmas, it was a brisk, sunny day in New York. The snow had managed to stay relatively low-key, but more was forecast in the coming days. And if that meant he was going to be snowed in with his fiancée over Christmas and New Year’s, who was he to complain?
Fiancée.
Shit, didn’t that just make him feel full of the cute and cuddlies?
“Do I even wanna know what happened to make you smile like that?”
Ben Thomas’s voice roused Carter from his daydreams, making his smile wider. He
Her small fingers danced through the sporadic hair on his chest, conjuring a satisfied sigh from deep within him. Opening his eyes gradually, he watched as the diamond he’d placed on the third finger of her left hand sparkled in the lights of the Christmas tree they’d made love under. Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his lips and placed a tender kiss on the stone.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from the screams of pleasure he’d elicited from her not twenty minutes before.
He dipped his chin at the same time she moved back and looked up at him. “You’re perfect,” he said and kissed her because Jesus, what else was there to do?
She gripped the back of his neck and pulled him to her, making their bodies roll until he was back on top of her, cradled between her thighs. He smiled at the one leg of her work pants that was still attached to her ankle and the silk blouse underneath her that would have to be replaced after he’d ripped it open in his haste to have her. Fuck it. It was only money. And who cared about shit like that when the love of your life had just agreed to marry you?
In a brief moment of doubt, he pulled back from her eager mouth, tracing her flushed cheek with the back of his hand. “Did you mean it?” he asked seriously, watching her carefully. “Will you really marry me?”
Her eyes met his and a slow smile teased at the edges of her lips. “Yes. With my whole heart, I meant it.” She lifted her head, hunting out his tongue with hers. “I love you.”
“Christ,” he murmured, dropping his face to her neck, reveling in the sparks of lust and passion her words sent through his body. His hips undulated against her, driven by the want and desire he’d forever felt for her. “Baby,” he growled as he licked her throat, holding her grabby hands to the floor. “Do you know what your words do to me?”
Her response, as she arched her neck, was a wanton sigh.
He smiled. “I’m hard again.”
Her moan was all the beautiful assurance he needed as he once again pushed into her welcoming body.
To say that Carter entered WCS Communications with a spring in his step the next day would have been a huge understatement. Floating was a more apt description, walking on sunshine. He smiled and greeted the weekend staff with an enthusiastic good morning, garnering perplexed looks from those who’d only known him as a quiet, formidable ex con in the thirteen months he’d been the official CEO.
But he didn’t give a shit. No one was going to piss on his parade today.
“Coffee, Mr. Carter?” his PA, Martha, asked with a grin.
“You know what I like,” he retorted with a wink as he strode into his office and placed his bike helmet on his desk. Shaking off his leather jacket, and replacing it with the double-breasted Tom Ford jacket hanging from the back of the door, he looked out across the exquisite view of the city his office was fortunate to have.
Despite it being three days before Christmas, it was a brisk, sunny day in New York. The snow had managed to stay relatively low-key, but more was forecast in the coming days. And if that meant he was going to be snowed in with his fiancée over Christmas and New Year’s, who was he to complain?
Fiancée.
Shit, didn’t that just make him feel full of the cute and cuddlies?
“Do I even wanna know what happened to make you smile like that?”
Ben Thomas’s voice roused Carter from his daydreams, making his smile wider. He
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