by J. S. Scott
“I’m no angel. I’m just a woman who’s going to go crazy if you don’t fuck me right now.” Emily ran her hands down his back and latched onto his fine ass, clawing at him, aching to have him claim her. “I’m begging, Grady. I need you.”
“Condom,” he growled against the side of her neck.
“I’ve been on birth control for years for my periods. Do you trust me?” she gasped.
“Hell, yes. And I’m damn glad you trust me, because I’m not sure if I could move right now. Nothing has ever felt this good,” he said gruffly, and then swooped down to capture her mouth with his.
Emily could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her need him more. Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him closer.
Grady entered her like his control had snapped, his cock embedding itself inside her to the hilt. He groaned, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth as his cock buried itself into her heat. He retreated and entered again, his groan even more tortured. Pulling his mouth from hers, he rasped, “You’re so tight.”
“It’s been awhile,” she panted, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on tight.
“Mine,” he growled, his hips thrusting, his cock entering her again and again.
“Yes,” she whispered harshly. “Oh, yes, Grady.”
He took her body over, possessing her, claiming her with every stroke of his cock, touching places inside her that no one had ever touched before. He filled her completely, his pace increasing, his body demanding more and more. Emily gave him everything she had to give, moaning and throwing her head back as Grady slipped his hands beneath her ass and started to pummel himself into her with a force that took her breath away.
“Too hard. But I can’t stop,” he rumbled, sounding tortured.
“Don’t stop. Take what you want. I’m right here with you.” Emily loved his out-of-control dominance, and she didn’t want him tame. “More,” she pleaded, reveling in the feel of Grady’s cock hammering in and out of her, claiming what belonged to him in the most elemental of ways.
“Love you, Emily,” he said fiercely as he pumped into her over and over again.
She wanted to tell him she loved him too, but her climax hit her hard, rocking her body with intense spasms that robbed her of speech. She moaned incoherently, her channel clenching hard around Grady’s cock.
His mouth covered hers, swallowing her sounds of ecstasy, and releasing his own groan as her climax milked him. His warm release exploded inside her as he kissed her senseless, as though he were trying to continue to claim her even after he already had her.
Releasing her mouth, he rolled, his cock disconnecting, her body splaying over his. They lay there together, both of them panting and out of breath. The moment she was able to speak, she blurted out, “I love you, too. So very much.”
He kissed her forehead, her lips, her cheeks, every spot on her face before he answered, “Stay with me, Emily. Every day will be like Christmas for me.”
Emily swallowed back tears, hearing the vulnerability so very clear in his voice. “I want to give you Christmas every day. I want to make you happy, Grady.”
“You already do,” he said in a husky voice. He shifted her body gently to his side, covered her with the comforter and slid out of bed. Emily sighed as she watched his incredible body move across the room and take something out of the pocket of his soaked jeans.
“Damn. I lost my contacts in the water,” she said, disgruntled, just now noticing that her vision was blurred.
Flipping on the light on the bedside table, Grady handed her a velvet box that was waterlogged and dirty. “I’ll get you more. It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re safe. You took several years off my life, woman. You have to stop doing that. And I swear I’m going to clean out every store in the area to supply you with plenty of boots,” he said gruffly. “Those sneakers are hazardous to my health.”
Emily looked down at the box in her hand, her fingers starting to tremble.
“I wasn’t really out on business. I needed to pick this up. I had a good friend who told me that I should marry you as soon as possible. I think it’s the best advice that Simon ever gave me.” He reached over and flipped open the box.
Emily’s breath caught; the diamond inside the box was absolutely breathtaking. “Oh, my God.”
“Marry me, Angel?” He pulled the ring from its resting place and tossed the box on the floor.
Emily’s tears began to flow like a river down her face. Grady didn’t give her much time to answer as he lifted her hand and slipped the enormous diamond onto her finger. “Were you going to give me an option?” She hiccupped on a sob, her heart squeezing so tightly in her chest that she was short of breath.
“No,” he answered, shooting her a wicked grin. “But a guy is supposed to ask.”
Not able to wait a moment longer, Emily threw herself into his arms, hugging him so tightly she was probably choking him. But Grady didn’t complain. He pulled her against him, holding her like he’d never let her go.
“It was going to be a yes anyway,” she told him softly, laying her head against his shoulder.
“I know Hope can be convincing, but did you really think I had a wife?” Grady tilted her head up to look into her eyes.
“Honestly, I just reacted. I’m sorry. This is all pretty scary. I’ve never felt like this before, and I guess I just thought it was all too perfect to be real.” She sighed, wondering now how she ever believed it as she looked into Grady’s eyes, seeing the intensity of his love for her shining from their smoky depths. “I knew I could end up destroyed and hurt.”
“No one will ever hurt you again,” he answered hoarsely, his voice pulsating with emotion. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his lap. “If they do, I’ll have to kill them.”
Emily smiled against his shoulder, knowing Grady would always have protective, dominant instincts, but she wasn’t complaining. His love would always surround her, and she would always feel the same protective feelings for him. “I’ll shower you with so much love that you’ll learn to love Christmas like I do someday,” she told him confidently.
“I’m already liking it. It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m pretty damn happy,” he replied, his voice muffled against her hair.
“What would it take to make you love it?” She squirmed in his lap, feeling the hard, hot protrusion against her ass.
He moved at lightning speed, putting her on her back as he came over her, his eyes mischievous and wicked. Moving between her thighs, he pinned her hands over her head. “You…in my bed…all night long and all day tomorrow. I think I’d be deliriously happy by the end of tomorrow and love Christmas. I might just stroll through Amesport handing out candy canes and wishing everyone as merry of a Christmas as I just had.”
Emily laughed merrily. “I think I’d like to see that.”
“You know how to accomplish it,” he challenged.
“I promised to show you a merrier Christmas,” she said thoughtfully.
“Yeah. Yeah, you did.” Grady swooped down and kissed her before adding, “But I thought you weren’t going to do what we just did.”
“No woman could resist a Christmas present like you,” Emily told him with a contented sigh.
Grady broke into a sexy smile that melted her heart, and then he kissed her, a Christmas kiss that promised her forever.
They never made it out of bed until the next evening, and they were both so happily exhausted that it was all they could do to eat, and then take themselves straight back to bed, the candy canes completely forgotten.
But it was the merriest Christmas Grady and Emily had ever had.
One week later, Grady found himself back at the Youth Center, but he wasn’t exactly going reluctantly anymore. Grady Sinclair was throwing a party, and he was actually the host. He’d had very little time to arrange it, but he’d pulled off a
pretty decent New Year’s Eve bash.
The party was in full swing, the band he’d hired filling the hall with music that had most of the folks of Amesport out on the makeshift dance floor.
He smiled as he watched Emily hugging her parents and laughing. God, she made him happy, and he felt every possessive instinct in his body stand at attention when he saw the flash of his ring on her finger, almost unable to believe she was really his.
Her mom and dad had been surprised when Grady’s private jet had picked them up at the airport, but they had taken everything in stride. They’d come to meet him and attend the party to make their daughter happy. Really, Grady thought that was pretty extraordinary. Maybe it was normal behavior for loving parents, but normal was something he’d never experienced with his own mother and father.
Honestly, his childhood had been fucked up, but Emily made up for all that and more. If he had to do it again just to find his way to her, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d moved to Amesport to finally try to find some peace, but he realized that real happiness couldn’t be found in a location. His real joy was Emily.
Grady’s eyes strayed to the other side of the room, watching his siblings all gathered together, looking like they were actually enjoying the party, maybe because it had brought them all together again. Hope had come from Aspen, minus her loser boyfriend, and his brothers Evan, Dante, and Jared had all arrived together a short time ago. Even Jason had showed up, claiming he had nothing better to do for New Year’s Eve. Grady pretty much doubted that, and he saw the way that Jason was watching Hope. He was almost certain it was the same way that he looked at Emily, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. Hope was his baby sister, barely twenty-six, and she had known Jason most of her life.
Well, at least she wouldn’t be dating a loser this time.
His wayward thoughts were interrupted as Emily came toward him, her hips swaying in a red cocktail dress that he really thought should be illegal. It clung to her curves and exposed more skin than he thought she should be showing, but she looked so incredibly hot that he was hard the instant she smiled at him.
“I still can’t believe you arranged all this. God, you look gorgeous in a tuxedo.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You’re amazing, Mr. Sinclair.”
Grady raised a brow at her, knowing a challenge when he was confronted with it. “I thought I told you that I’d make you pay for calling me that. There’s a lot of Sinclairs. I want to be special.”
“You never told me exactly how that punishment would work.” She’d moved closer, talking to him in her fuck-me voice, right next to his ear. “I might like it.”
Okay…the party had been a great idea, and it had made his woman happy, but he was ready to take her home now. “I’ll show you when we get home.” Thank God all of his siblings had their own place.
“Hope apologized. Poor thing. She was mortified when she heard what happened. You shouldn’t have told her,” Emily scolded lightly. “I like her. I like all of your family.”
“It seems strange, all of us together again.” Grady wrapped his arms around Emily’s waist. “I missed them.”
“Maybe they can stay for a while,” Emily said hopefully.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Grady warned her with a frown. “It’s a miracle that we’re just all in the same place right now.”
“One minute to midnight,” a happy male voice pronounced loudly, making himself heard over the music.
Grady snagged two glasses of champagne from a nearby table and brought one to Emily. His siblings, Jason, and Emily’s parents all gathered around them, and Grady’s heart felt as full as it could possibly get. He was here with the woman he loved, all of their family around them. It just didn’t get any better than this.
“I can’t wait until later,” Emily whispered into his ear in sultry voice.
Okay…maybe it could get better later, but he was still pretty damned contented.
“Are you tipsy?” he asked Emily with a smile. She’d told him earlier that she got a little wild when she drank, so he’d made damn sure her glass was full all evening.
“Maybe just a tiny bit,” she admitted, holding up her index and thumb with a fair amount of space in between.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
The entire hall exploded with cheers, the New Year being properly greeted by the people of Amesport.
After Emily had hugged everyone in the family and bussed them all on the cheek, she grabbed his hand and tugged him onto the dance floor. “Dance with me,” she insisted, throwing her slightly intoxicated self into his arms without inhibition.
Grady swooped her up into his arms, letting her feet float slowly back down to the floor. “Happy New Year, Angel.”
“Happy New Year, love,” she answered, her eyes glowing with happiness. “Tell me your New Year’s wishes and I’ll make them all come true,” she told him with conviction.
Grady smiled down at her. “I wish that you would love me forever.”
She smacked him playfully on the arm before letting him swing her into a dance to “Auld Lang Syne.” “You already have that. Think of something else.”
“Impossible, Angel. You already made anything I could wish for come true.”
Her eyes started to shine with unshed tears. “I love you, Grady.”
He pulled her closer and whispered into her ear, “I love you, too. Thank you for giving me back the holidays. What’s your New Year’s wish?” He wanted desperately to give Emily anything she wished for and more.
“I wish that you would kiss me,” she answered simply.
“I’m a billionaire, and that’s the only thing you wish for?” He smirked, but his heart was secretly singing.
“It’s what I want. You told me you’d try to give me anything I wanted,” she told him in a mischievous voice, tossing his own words back at him.
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he answered, his voice amused.
Two seconds later, Grady had Emily bent over his arm, and he made damn sure that he gave her the sweetest, most passionate New Year’s kiss she’d ever had.
~The End~
Other Books in The Billionaire’s Obsession series:
The Billionaire’s Obsession ~ Simon
Heart Of The Billionaire
The Billionaire’s Salvation
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Aidan got ready to hunker down for the nor’easter that was threatening to hit Mermaid Isle. Maine winters could certainly be brutal, but this storm had veered from its original course and now threatened to be one for the record books. It would guarantee the island a picture-perfect, snowy white Christmas, though that did little to ease the demons that tormented him this time of year.
His pantry was well-stocked, he had a cord of wood for his fireplace, and a generator that should kick in if he lost power. He even had a bottle of whiskey should the need arise, though more often than not, he chose to live with the pain rather than dull it.
It usually helped to stay busy, and he’d found that woodworking and making handcrafted furniture was the only thing that brought him some semblance of peace. Not that it would be enough with the holidays approaching.
The wind started to howl and whistle as icy flakes of snow whipped against the large windows. He stoked the fire and added another piece of wood when there was an unexpected knock at his door, sending his shaggy hound into a barking fit. “Whist, pup.”
Who the hell was out in this mess? He then thought of his cousin, Lucy, who’d recently moved in down the road with her husband and was nearly five months pregnant. Panic snaked through his chest as he yanked the door o
pen, worried she was somehow in trouble.
The person on his doorstep wasn’t his cousin, and it sure as hell wasn’t anyone else he recognized either. She looked like Snow White—porcelain skin with rosy cheeks, black as night hair, ice blue eyes, and lush, naturally red lips. Definitely not a local, though what the hell she was doing out in this bad of a storm, he hadn’t a clue. And it was really coming down now. “Can I help you?”
“Aidan Nordson?” When he nodded, she gave him a shy smile, squinting against the snow that lashed at her face. “I’m Chloe Madison—Finn’s friend.”
“The birdseye maple desk with rosewood and mahogany inlay.” He seldom made furniture for anyone but friends and family, since he didn’t need the money. However, he did occasionally make an exception if it was a favor to a friend. Chloe had been just that. A favor for his younger brother. Though why the hell she’d turned up on his doorstep, he hadn’t a clue—and in a goddamn blizzard, no less. There had to be close to eighteen inches on the ground already, and that didn’t include the drifts.
“That’s right. The desk for my father.” Her smile widened and her blue eyes sparkled with relief, though she still looked a little unsure. “I’m sorry…do you mind if we have this conversation inside? It’s freezing out here, and I’m sure I must be letting all your heat escape.”
“Yeah, of course. Sorry.” He stepped aside to let her in, though, truth be told, he wasn’t happy about it. He liked his privacy, and didn’t usually let any strangers into his home. On the rare occasion that he’d taken orders for his furniture or had business to conduct, he usually dealt with them in the barn behind the house, which he’d converted into his workroom. “Didn’t you get my email? There’s a huge storm getting ready to hit. I told you not to come.”