Page 75 of Festive Friends With Benefits
The first chime of Big Ben sounds on the TV as Sean gently thrusts up, and I take the last couple of inches.
“Fuck,” he whispers as we stare at each other. I get lost in his blue gaze, seeing everything I’m feeling reflected back at me as Big Ben continues to chime behind us. I roll my hips, slow and easy. Now that we’re where we want to be, there’s no rush.
Shouts and cheers erupt on the TV, and I lean in to capture the New Year’s kiss I’ve waited nineteen years to claim. I’m pretty sure Sean’s thinking the same thing because he clutches me tight, his hands on my waist holding me just this side of painful as he meets me halfway.
We kiss and kiss to the joyous sounds of celebration, and everything feels so fucking perfect my breath hitches, tears wetting my lashes as I draw back to cup his face. “I’ve waited a long time to get my New Year’s Eve kiss.”
He runs his hands up and down my back, eyes as glassy as mine as he asks, “Was it worth it?”
My smile is instant. “Fuck, yes.” I kiss him again, starting up a gentle grind, and even though I know this is the worst time to say this, I just can’t help myself. “I love you, Sean Richmond. And I think this should become our New Year’s tradition from now on.”
He laughs but immediately sobers as my words sink in.
He swallows thickly, eyes searching mine, and I pray that everything I’m feeling is there for him to see. Because I mean it. I want to spend every year with him, for as long as he’ll have me.
“I love you too,” he says, his smile blinding as he adds, “And I’m fully on board with that tradition. Might be interesting if we’re at the Charnwell Inn next year, but I’m sure we can improvise.”
I laugh, so fucking happy, but Sean cuts that off when he pulls me close and kisses me hard. His hand wraps around my cock, and I ride him slow and lazy, coaxing us both to an intense orgasm and we see in the New Year sweaty and sated and wrapped up in each other.
After we’ve cleaned up, we settle on the sofa, with Jinx and Jax joining us, and finish the champagne.
Sean touches his glass to mine and says softly, “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year.” I seal it with a kiss, and then as we drink, I mentally cross my fingers that Sean’s superstition comes true. I hope we spend the rest of our lives doing exactly this because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
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