by Blythe Reid
“Let’s do it together,” I said. We sink our forks against each other in the center of the cake. We slowly pulled our forks away from each other. Steam rose out of the center as the chocolate poured out of the crevices caused by our forks. I cut off a piece of the cake, rolled it in the molten chocolate, and set it in my mouth. It was perfect.
We enjoyed the cake until it was half gone. I snuggled up against Chris as the fire roared in front of us.
“You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever had,” I said.
“I would say the same,” he said, “but my Christmas Eve present from you last night is going to be very hard for you to top. Very hard.”
I ran my hand over the lump at the front of his pants. “I bet I could top it.”
He leaned closer to me and kissed my temple. “I’d never doubt you and if I’m being honest… I’d love you to try.”
I smiled devishly and lifted up for a long, hot kiss. He cradled my head in his hands, pulling me close for another kiss the minute I moved back.
“Do you know how much you turn me on?” I asked.
“Let me guess… I stoke your fire?” He chuckled low in his chest at the look I gave him.
“No more talking.” I pulled him down for another hot string of kisses. Play time was over… I had a record to beat, and I planned on smashing it.
***
Six Months Later
“Guilty.”
Everything else stopped around me as I held my breath, allowing myself to repeat the word over and over in my mind. Linc was found guilty thanks to me being brave enough to testify.
No other women would have to go through what I went through, at least not with him. One more pervert bastard was out of business. A brief wave of disgust ran through me as I stood.
My life was something I’d once been ashamed of.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Christopher seated in the front row of the audience in the court room. He smiled, and the expression reached his eyes.
My heart melted as I turned and walked toward him.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered as he pulled me close and brushed his nose by mine. “You’re the bravest woman I know.”
“Your woman?” I ignored the hot press of tears against the back of my eyes. It was okay to cry. I’d been through a lot, but all of the darkness was behind me. The man in front of me was going to make sure of that.
“Hell, yes, my woman.” He smiled and pulled me in for a long kiss before whispering, “Forever.”
I couldn’t have asked for more.
The End
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About the Author
Blythe is Ali Parker’s Romantic Erotica pen name! Ali’s a romance writer that has called Texas her home for over 30 years. She is inspired to write from her love of reading. As a young woman, she enjoyed the company of a good romance novel and after reading several thousand wanted to become an author.
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