The Naughty One: A Doctor’s Christmas Romance (Season of Desire Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  A cold tension has begun to build between us. He’s never given me any reason not to trust him, but this sneaking thing is beginning to make me lose trust none the less.

  The bedroom window looks out the back of the mansion. I watch a storm roll in as anxiety fills me. Tonight, I’ll wait up until he comes back. I’m not big on confrontation, but I have to do this.

  If he’s cheating on me, I’ll try hard not to kill him, but it’ll be hard!

  It’s been so long since I was able to give him what a man needs, but damn it, it’s because of his kid!

  I don’t see how I can marry him, even though we got our marriage license about a month ago, if he can’t wait the amount of time it takes to recover from having a baby. It’s been hard on me too, but I guess he doesn’t care about that.

  Anger takes over and leaves the anxiety behind as I start to pace the room. I walk past the bed and look at it. It’s a giant bed, and he stays well away from me on it as we sleep.

  No sweet embrace do I wake up in. No soft touches in the night. No, all I get is space. All the space I want and more. But the problem is I don’t want space.

  I love waking up and finding him wrapped around me. It’s been forever since I felt that and it’s killing me.

  There’s been no reason to discuss it, since I couldn’t give him what he wanted anyway. But the fact is I’m open for business, so to speak. Today is the last day of my recovery period and the doc okayed me for physical activity, sex included.

  Where is my partner? Who the hell knows!

  All I know is when he comes through that door I’m going to have to fight myself not to choke him. Footsteps I hear coming down the hall. I cross my arms over my chest and move to right in front of the door.

  Kip’s going to know the jig is up as soon as he opens the door, the rat-bastard!

  Kip

  I have our parents downstairs. The justice of the peace has just arrived and now I’m on my way to surprise my love.

  I fish around in my pocket and pull the wedding rings I picked up earlier today out. The platinum bands she and I picked out are perfect and I can’t wait to see it on her lovely, little finger.

  Pausing in front of our bedroom door, I take in a deep breath. I’ll wake her with a kiss and ask her to marry me.

  The room is dark as I open the door. “Whoa!” She’s standing right in front of me. “What are you doing awake, love?”

  “Waiting for your ass to come back home!” She’s glaring so hard at me it’s almost as if I can feel the daggers stabbing me. “Where the hell have you been going every night for the last week, Kip?”

  “Did you think?” I laugh and stop as she looks like she may find something and hit me with it. “Sorry, baby. I was setting things up. Getting things ready.”

  I drop down to one knee in front of her and reach up for her hand. “What are you doing?” she shrieks. “You already asked me to marry you and I said yes. Or have you forgot that?”

  With a smile, I pull at her left hand. “I know that, love. I have another question similar to that one. I thought it appropriate to get on one knee for this one as well.”

  Her eyes finally settle into merely pissed off instead of death mode. “What are you talking about?”

  “Peyton Gail Reed, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife this morning?” I ask and wait as the words sink into her brain.

  “Tonight?” she asks, instead of just saying yes with her eyes filled with tears the way I envisioned she would. “How?”

  “Is that a yes, love?” I chuckle.

  “Answer me first, Kip.” She taps her foot and I find her adorable.

  “I have a man waiting downstairs to marry us. Our parents are here to see to the baby. I want you to be my wife before I make love to you like I’ve longed to do since we came back from the hospital.”

  There the tears are and she falls to her knees in front of me. Her arms go around my neck and she cries. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were cheating on me! I thought you were sneaking out to have sex with someone else.”

  Running my hands over the silk of her nightgown, I whisper, “Is that a yes?”

  She pulls back and wipes her tears with the back of her hand. A long sniffle she makes. “Yes! A thousand times, yes! I’ll marry you, Kip Dixon!”

  Cupping the back of her neck, I pull her to me. Our lips touch and fire rips through me. In just a little while I’ll be able to feel her skin on mine and everything will be right in the world again.

  I stand up and pick her up into my arms. Placing her on the bed, I say, “Wait right here. I bought you a dress, and it’s in the closet.”

  Going to the closet I pull a box out from the top and take it to her. I watch her open it and her eyes light up. She pulls the white, flowing, Vera Wang wedding dress out that I had made special for her.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me, Kip! It’s gorgeous. How did you manage to get this without me knowing?” The way her eyes sparkle fills my heart.

  “That’s what I was doing in the middle of the night this whole last week. Getting things, making plans, making reservations. I wanted it to be perfect and you not to have to lift a finger.” My fingers run through her hair. “Your stylist is waiting for you across the hall in the other room to get you all dolled up and ready to meet me downstairs.”

  “Kip,” her voice shakes. “I’m sorry for all the bad stuff I was thinking about you. I’m an idiot.”

  “I forgive you, love.” I run my hand over her sweet, little head. “Now, go get ready and your father will come up and get you and bring you down to me once you're through. I can’t wait to make you my wife and whisk you away for the next two days to a private island in the Bahamas.”

  “What?” she asks as her eyebrows go up. “The baby! I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave….”

  I press my finger to her lips. “Peyton, he’ll be fine for two days. Our parents are all going to be here to take care of him. Sure, he’ll be spoiled rotten when we get back, but that’s okay.”

  “But, I’m breast feeding…” she moans as she looks at the dress again.

  “I talked to the pediatrician and he’ll be just fine on his formula alone for a couple of days. Just relax and go get ready.” I pull her up and walk her across the hallway.

  I leave a kiss on the top of her head before I turn back to get ready myself. “By the way, Peyton, I love you.”

  “I love you, you sneaky man,” she says just before she disappears into the room.

  Finally, she’s going to be my wife!

  Peyton

  At nearly two in the morning on Tuesday, January fourteenth, I’m walking with my father down the staircase to marry my one, true love. My heart is pounding and I’m shaking as we go towards my future.

  “It’s funny how you two started out going to get married almost a year ago and we all thought it was way too sudden,” Dad says as we walk to the wedding march.

  “Then one kid and months later, we finally are,” I say.

  “You look happier than I can ever remember you being.” Dad gives me a pat on the back of the hand he’s holding. “I think you two will make a pretty great family, Peyton.”

  The water works begin and Dad hands me a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. “Thanks, Dad.”

  “You're welcome, honey.”

  We take the last stair and I look up to find a man holding a Bible. Kip stands in front of him and looks at me. Mom and Chloe stand together on one side and Sebastien holds our baby, Paxton, near Kip.

  I smile as I realize Kip and Paxton have on matching black suits. Kip really put in the work for this wedding. His smile is made more brilliant by all the candles lighting up the room.

  Pax coos at me as I walk by him. I reach out and run a hand over his little, blonde curls. My father places my hand in Kip’s and more tears flow over my cheeks.

  He’s all I can see. Kip smiles making my knees weak. He pulls me around to look at the man who’s about to say the words
which will make us one.

  My heart’s pounding so hard I can barely hear the words the man’s saying. A little something about how life will be different now I think I catch, but mostly I just look at Kip and my mind is moving with thoughts only of him.

  Kip leans in and gives me a nudge. “Answer the man, baby.”

  I look at the dark haired man. “Is the answer, I do?”

  He gives me a nod and my family laughs at me. The pounding in my chest grows and I decide that I should concentrate on what the guy is saying. He may ask something completely inappropriate and I don’t want to say yes to anything I don’t believe in after all.

  He asks Kip if he promises to love and cherish me forever and Kip agrees to. The idea that Kip will be around forever now is kind of freaking me out.

  This summer I thought the thing we had was fleeting. Gone before it began. Then the baby happened and Kip found me and found out what I was keeping from him and instead of being furious or running for the hills, he did just the opposite.

  Another nudge from Kip and I say, “I do.”

  It’s a given no matter what Kip asks of me I will eventually do. He’s pretty trustworthy and so adorable it’s hard to tell him no about anything.

  The next thing I know Kip is putting a ring on my finger and I’m handed a ring to put on his and now I know what’s next and I can hardly wait. He better plant a great one on me.

  It’s been forever!

  Kip

  Stars fill the night sky as we fly on our private jet to the Bahamas. Peyton is drying her eyes again. She’s cried about a dizzying number of things since the festivities began.

  “What’s this flood about, my darling wife?” I take her hand and pull it to my heart.

  The plane is beginning to level out and we’ll soon be able to move about it. First stop is the bedroom!

  “I already miss Paxxie Poo!” she whimpers as she wipes the tears away.

  “He’ll be back in your arms before you know it,” I say then kiss the top of her head. “You look stunning by the way.”

  She fluffs a curl. “Do I really? Even with all the crying I’ve been doing?”

  “Yes you do. By the way, why so much crying? I admit I thought you’d cry some, but, love, you’re crying about everything. When you cried about how pretty the jet was I really had to question if you’re happy about this marriage at all.”

  “No! God, Kip!” She looks at me with the most earnest expression I think I’ve ever seen on her face. “Everything is making me so happy. I’m like a lunatic, I’m so glad you and I are married now. I swear it.”

  The captain comes over the speakers, “Feel free to move about the plane guys. Champagne is next to the bed, newlyweds!”

  Unbuckling our seatbelts quickly, it seems both of us can’t wait to get to that bedroom. “Race ya!” I say with a laugh.

  Peyton’s giggles fill the cabin and I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. As I open the door, we see that rose petals have been strewn over the bed.

  “How sweet, Kip,” she says then her hand cups the back of my neck and she pulls me in for a kiss.

  The sweetest kiss ever. I slip my tongue past her luscious, red stained lips to stroke it over her tongue. I kept our kiss somewhat chaste at the end of the wedding ceremony as my want for her is nearly overwhelming.

  A fear ran through me that I’d not be able to stop once I felt her tongue mingling with mine. They way my pants are becoming increasingly uncomfortable is a clear indication I was more than right.

  I sit down on the bed, Peyton cradled on my lap, as our mouths refuse to leave the other’s. Her dress zips in the back and I lower the zipper as I swirl my tongue around hers, finding the taste of Champagne still there.

  Her bare skin feels like silk beneath my hands as I run them over her back. My hair is caught up in her hands. She leans in close, pressing her breasts against my chest and I have to feel her.

  I pull my mouth away from hers and she protests. “Baby, let’s get rid of these clothes.”

  She nods and stands up, pushing the dress off her shoulders. It falls in a white, silky pile on the floor. Her white lace bra and panty set make my mouth water and I struggle with the zipper off my pants as I hurry to undress.

  With a sly smile, Peyton steps forward, taking my hands from the obstinate zipper. Her fingers make quick work of the device which was plaguing me. “Your hands are shaking,” she says with a little giggle. “Seems you’re nervous, hubby.”

  “Nervous! Ha!” I pull my jacket off then my shirt as she pushes my pants down. I step out of my shoes as she pushes me back to lie on the bed.

  One sock she slowly takes off then the other. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. She leans over me and slowly pulls down the black, boxer briefs I have on and I’m completely naked and she still has on her damn underwear.

  She stands up and pulls one bra strap down in an achingly slow manner. My eyes are glued to the large breasts our son has given her and have remained off limits to me for six, long weeks. They tumble out of the bra and I have to place my fist in my mouth and bite it to stop myself from jumping up and grabbing her.

  With a little shimmy and a big smile, she ditches the panties and there she is. Glowing in the dim light of the tiny bedroom. “I’ve been exercising to get back into shape. Do you think it is working?” she asks as she runs her hands over her small waist and flat stomach.

  “Uh, huh,” I mumble, stupidly.

  I wiggle my finger for her to come to me and she takes a step forward, then climbs on the bed. Spreading my legs open as she makes her way up, she kisses the inside of one leg all the way up, until her lips touch the base of my dick and I nearly fly off the bed.

  Her tongue strokes up and her hot mouth goes over the tip. My hands wrap around locks of her blonde curls. Slow strokes she makes and my stomach tightens as I try hard to hold back an already impending orgasm.

  I can only allow her to make a few more strokes or it’ll all be over before we even start. “Baby, you’re killing me,” I say in a harsh whisper.

  She pulls her head up and kisses my stomach as she makes her way up my body. Lying on me, she looks into my eyes and strokes my cheek with her fingertips. “I love you, Kip. I always will.”

  Her mouth touches mine and I can’t stop myself any longer. I have to be inside her. Her doctor put her on some kind of mini-birth control pill so she’s ready to go.

  I roll over with her, pinning her body beneath mine. My breath is already coming in ragged waves and hers is too. My mouth leaves hers to take one of her scrumptious breasts in my mouth. I’ve been waiting forever for this.

  The other breast I massage with my hand and she moans as her hands roam all over my back. “The muscles,” she whimpers. “I’ve missed them.”

  Though I could feast on her plump breast forever, I kiss it then trail kisses up her neck. “Get ready, Mrs. Dixon.”

  I press myself against her and the heat from inside her radiates out. She arches up to me and it slides in. She’s tight, but wet as sin and it slips inside more.

  A loud groan she makes as I fill her slowly. “Jesus, that feels right,” she murmurs.

  “Are you okay?” I ask. “I’m not hurting you am I?”

  “Not one bit. Make me yours again,” she says then her lips touch my neck and her hands tangle up in my hair and I’m gone, the animal in me takes over and I pull back and ram into her.

  Peyton

  As we land on the small private island where only a few staff members are waiting to take care of all our needs for the next couple of days, we watch the sun as it rises out the small window. Kip leans over me, his arms wrapped completely around me.

  He’s not let me go since we went to the bedroom. He even made me let him dress me, little kisses he gave me all the while. To call him a doting husband is an understatement.

  And I’m loving every second of it!

  “It’s gorgeous,” I say as I look out the window at the little island as it g
lows with the sun’s morning rays.

  “And while we’re here, I want to see you in nothing more than the tiny bikini I packed for you. But preferably, nothing at all.” His mouth falls hot on my neck and his teeth nip me.

  “Same for you, hot stuff.” I run my hand back and ruffle the back of his hair.

  The plane stops and we get off and follow a young man to our beach house getaway. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Reed,” the tall, lanky, young man says.

  “How’s it been going, Ashton?” Kip asks as we follow along.

  “Great,” he answers. “Your parents were here not that long ago. Are they doing fine?”

  “They are. We left them at home, watching our new son. This is my wife, Peyton, by the way.” Kip looks at me. “Ashton is the manager who takes care of everything on our island.”

  “Our island?” I ask. “You didn’t say you owned it.”

  “Pop bought it years ago. I can’t wait for Pax to get old enough to enjoy it.” His arm tightens around my waist. “And the rest of the kids that we’re going to have.”

  “Here we are,” Ashton says as he gestures to the most beautifully exotic beach house that I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  A large set of wooden stairs shine brightly as they’re highly polished. As we go inside, everything shines as it’s mostly the same dark wood as the stairs, polished to a glossy shine. Walls the color of sand combine to make a large living area.

  The kitchen can be seen from the room as it’s all open and breezy and I can’t believe its January. “Are we on another planet?” I ask as I look around the gorgeous structure.

  Kip runs his arm up my side and around my shoulders. “Nearly.” He leaves a kiss on the top of my head. “Thank you, Ashton. I do believe we can handle it from here.”

  “Okay, as usual, the phone in the kitchen you can pick up at any time and let us know if you want anything other than what we have stocked in here for you. Also, if you want the chef to come in and take care of your meals, she’s more than happy to. Just give us a ring. She left breakfast for you on the outside breakfast porch.”