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My release receded, and I slumped forward, rounding his shoulders with my arms.

He freed his hand from between us, wrapped his arms around my waist. Then he leaned back so we were both laying in the recliner. Well, I was still in a squat, but God, how I loved this. Being chest to chest, both of us breathing hard.

That wasn’t just good, it was the best. Something told me nobody else would ever measure up to this man.

I leaned back enough to look him in the eye. “Please, tell me you have another condom.”

He laughed and gave me a squeeze. “I do, but only one more. We’ll have to hit the store tomorrow.”

My eyes went wide. “On Christmas Eve. Are you crazy?”

He smiled. “We go early, it won’t be so bad. It’s just hitting the drug store. Sooner we start, the sooner we finish, right?”

My eyes slid to the side and back to him. “Errands, yes. Anything pertaining to our impending fuckfest,” I shook my head repeatedly and dropped the pitch of my voice. “No.”

His tongue licked his lower lip only to be followed by his upper teeth sinking onto that lip. It was sexy as hell. “Right. You’re greedy in bed.”

I shot him a mild dose of side eye. “It’s not greedy when we both get off so spectacularly.”

“Fair. You gonna climb off of me so I can deal with this condom or do I have to carry you to the bathroom?”

I wanted Tundra to carry me everywhere, but a leaking condom was no laughing matter. “I’ll climb off. And, hate to break it to you, but I’m taking this dress off. Velvet makes me sweaty.”

He sat up, a devious gleam in his eye. “Sex with me makes you sweaty.”

“Fair.”

Chapter 5

Christmas Traditions

Mickayla

My first thought when I woke up was why I was so darn hot. I shifted my legs, felt Tundra’s leg next to mine and realization dawned.

“About time you woke up, woman,” he said, rolling into me from behind.

“Why? Is it time for round three? I’ll brush my teeth and be ready to go.”

He chuckled and nipped at my shoulder. “Nope. No more condoms. Time to hit the store.”

“Which store? I feel like we should go to Costco for condoms in bulk. Ninety-six hours is a lot of time and there’s a lot I want to do with you.”

The bed shook with his silent laughter. “We don’t need a hundred condoms, Mick. We aren’t fucking on the hour every hour.”

I twisted and rolled into him, sliding my hand along his cheek. “How do you know there’s a hundred in a box?”

He tipped his head back with a huge smile for a beat. “Woman, I work at Platinum’s. Our patrons are horny motherfuckers, and we keep a vending machine stocked. To stock it, we get the biggest box available.”

My nose scrunched. “A vending machine?”

“Think of those machines that dispense maxi pads and pad sticks.”

I burst with laughter and laid back with my mirth. Once I got myself under control I locked eyes with him. “They aren’t pad sticks, they’re tampons.”

He shook his head. “Whatever. The point is it’s the same kind of machine. Let’s get dressed.”

I sat up and held the sheet to my chest. “At the risk of breaking the spell of our epic sex-a-thon, the one thing I was planning to do was a fancy dinner for Christmas. I don’t want you to feel strange, or anything, but…”