by A. J. Wynter
Logan laughed, pulling me close to him. “I’m already in far too deep.”
I smiled. “Do you want to go ice skating?”
Logan kissed my forehead. “Absolutely.”
WE HAD SPENT NEARLY three hours holding hands and moving in slow, contented circles around the ice rink, which had been almost empty given that it was a weekday morning. Even through my knit gloves, the feeling of Logan’s hand gripping mine as we slid across the ice was nothing short of magical. The ice rink was covered in lights and watched over by an oversized Christmas tree, and carols were mumbling through the old speakers. It was one of the best mornings I could ever remember having.
After skating, Logan walked up to the food stand and bought us two hot chocolates—both covered in whipped cream, caramel sauce, and tiny flakes of sea salt. In the freezing weather, they were absolutely heavenly.
“What do you want to do now?” Logan asked, putting his arm around me.
I smiled up at him. “Let’s go back to my place.”
“Okay,” Logan said, hiding the smirk on his face—as if he didn’t know what that would entail.
We held hands and walked slowly back to my apartment—it was only about a ten-minute walk from the ice rink. The weather was below freezing, but between the hot chocolate and the completely filthy glances Logan kept giving me as we made our way back, I was feeling rather warm indeed.
I pulled my key out of my bag and unlocked the door, putting my purse down on the floor and hanging my coat and Logan’s jacket on the wall. We looked at each other expectantly.
“So,” I said.
“So,” Logan replied.
And then we fell together like crazy, frantic, magic.
I wrapped my arms around Logan’s neck as he maneuvered us against the wall, his hands roving across my body desperately. He leaned in to kiss me, pinning my hands up against the wall as his lips made their way down my neck.
“Sabryna,” Logan whispered, his breathing already heavy. “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we just made this official, we can wait.”
“Please,” I said, yanking him towards me by his tie. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you since you kissed me in the limo that day.”
“Me too,” Logan said, and kissed me again. I began unbuttoning his shirt as our kisses grew more and more heated, and I felt one of his hands slide up my leg, and I sighed. “My bedroom’s over there.”
Logan grinned and I led the way, slamming the door shut behind me. I couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could he. I slipped my pants and top off until I was left in just a plain black bra and panties—not the sexiest underwear choice, but not the un-sexiest either. Logan pulled the rest of his shirt off until he was left in nothing but his work pants. I caught my breath as I looked at Logan standing in front of me. His dark curls were tousled from the hallway and his eyes were dark with lust. I looked across the expanse of his toned chest, which was even more impressive than I would have imagined from seeing Logan with his shirt on, more tanned and more sculpted.
“Come here,” I said, laying down on the bed. “I need you.”
Logan came over and kissed me even more deeply than before, and I let my hands explore his body. I felt across the broad expanse of his shoulders, down to the heat of his chest, and finally to the tenting bulge at the front of his pants. Logan let out a soft moan of desire, then looked at me and nodded, and I unzipped his pants and pulled them the rest of the way down. Logan leaned in to kiss me again, and I sighed as he unhooked my bra and slid my underwear the rest of the way down my legs.
“Sabryna,” Logan whispered, holding me close against him. He cradled my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” I nodded, letting the words sink into my memory for me to ponder over later...for now, he was closer to me than ever, and I needed him desperately.
Logan kissed me again, burrowing his face into my neck as I felt the hardness of him brush against my entrance. I sighed as I felt him slip inside me and begin to move, faster and faster, until my neck was arching off the surface of my pillow. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening—me and Logan, together, after all of this time. It had been so long since I had been this close to anyone, since anyone had touched me like this, and it was nothing short of incredible.
Logan slid his hand down and started to touch me, and I moaned as I felt my orgasm start to build. I came with a rush of shuddering pleasure, and felt Logan finish soon afterwards. Our first round of love making had been quick, and frantic, but there was so much more left to come. I knew there was.
Logan rested his head on my chest with a contented sigh. “Sabryna?” he said, just under a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I’m absolutely crazy about you, you know that right?”
I giggled. “I do now.”
And with that, Logan pulled me into his arms and we fell asleep, the snow falling lightly against the window.
And all was well.
Epilogue
Christmas Morning, One Year Later
I woke up in the morning to find the space in the king bed next to me empty and cold—Logan must have gotten an early start on Christmas, as he did on just about everything else.
I walked over to my closet and picked out my favorite scarlet red sweater dress to wear, pairing it with heels and tiny silver mistletoe earrings. This was going to be my first Christmas introducing Logan to my family, and I wanted us both to look good.
I looked out the window and smiled—the weather was perfect for Christmas. There was still a clean coat of snow on the ground from a few days before, but the sun was out, meaning it would be safe for us to travel the roads. It looked positively magical.
Logan and I had rented this house a few months back when we decided we were finally ready to move in together. It was a cute little house in the suburbs, painted a light brown with green window shutters. It even had a swing in the front yard, left over from the previous owners. With the yard covered in snow, and the inside of the house covered in Christmas decorations (most of them stolen from the storage room after the Torver party was cleaned up) my world looked like it had come right out of a Christmas card.
I walked down the stairs, already feeling the excitement of Christmas running through my veins—that feeling that Christmas Day brings where you feel like time and space and reality are all thrown slightly askance, just so people can be happy for a day. It was one of my very favorite feelings, and I was more than ready to bask in it completely for a little while.
I walked down the stairs to the living room, which had our own tree with a lit up yellow star on top. Underneath it, there was a massive pile of presents that seemed to have tripled overnight. I nearly jumped back in surprise. All the money, I realized, would take some getting used to.
Oh yes, well, I should probably explain the money.
Shortly after Logan and I got together, Johnathan had done some reconfigurations of the Torver Corporation and his employees. He realized that because I was doing far more advanced work than was usual for an assistant, that my job title and my paycheck should reflect that. Now I was working at the top of the company, with Johnathan, Samantha, and Marissa, and I was calling the shots. I was even a member of the board. I was finally the business bigshot that I had always dreamed of being in college. I had worked hard, and I had really done it.
Logan was still my assistant though. However, an aunt of his died and left him a huge fortune—so that and my new and improved paycheck had made things very comfortable for the two of us. And there’s even talk of the two of us branching off and starting our own company, but I can’t confirm or deny any of those rumors...yet.
I wander into the kitchen to see Logan already dressed up for Christmas, wearing a green sweater vest over a button up shirt. He looked handsome—there was no doubt my family would be impressed when they met him later today. Logan was already cooking up a special Christmas breakfast—cinnamon rolls, omelets, and mimosa
s. It smelled amazing.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, cuddling up next to him as he sprinkled mushrooms onto his omelet. “You’re up early.”
“It’s a special day,” Logan said, and winked. We sat down at the kitchen island together and got started on our breakfasts.
“Thanks for this,” I said, taking a luxurious sip of my mimosa. “But it’s totally unnecessary.”
“I was in the mood to get up early,” Logan explained, a massive grin on his face.
“You’re too happy,” I said, forking a piece of my omelet. “I might even say suspiciously happy.”
“It’s Christmas!” Logan said. “They call it the happiest time of the year for a reason.”
“Mmhm,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “So, let’s go over our plan for today?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Logan said.
“Breakfast and presents here first,” I said, going through my list. “Then we go to my mom’s for lunch at noon. We leave at four, get to your aunt’s house by half past six, and stay until around nine, and then...”
“Movie marathon time!” Logan said with a smirk. It was a well-established fact of our relationship at this point that movie marathons inevitably turned into sex within thirty minutes or less, so it wasn’t surprising that he was this thrilled.
I laughed. “Okay,” I said. “I’m pouring myself another mimosa, but then I’m meeting you under the tree for presents in five!”
“Got it,” Logan said, and made his way to the living room.
I poured more orange juice into my champagne flute and beamed. Things had finally fallen together—all of the hard work, all of the sacrifice, all of the heartbreak—all of it had led me here. It had taken some time, yes, but I was exactly where I had always wanted to be—a woman at the top of the business world with a man by her side who believed in her and was ready to support her through all of the challenges ahead. Could things get any better?
I walked into the living room to see Logan down on one knee, holding a tiny red ring box in one hand.
I beamed. It looked like they could.
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