Even as I stand in a crowded mall right before Christmas, the only eyes I see are hers. There is no one I’d rather have by my side. And no one I’d rather have in my arms. I’m who I am because of her. I want to be the best version of myself because that’s what she deserves. Well, that and a smack to the ass on the daily.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, knowing me better than I know myself.
“Just wondering if you’re going to wear that sexy red thing for me tonight,” I reply, kissing her below her ear.
The blush hits her cheeks and works its way down her neck. I know it’s going to make her nipples rosy and hard, and my cock begins to throb.
“Giovanni,” she chides, and looks around the crowd to make sure no one heard us.
“Is that a yes?”
“You know it is,” she says, looking away from me.
I catch the smile pulling at her lips and tug her back into my arms.
“I just like untying the bow in the back.” She giggles, and I press my erection against her hip. “It’s like Christmas morning the whole year long.”
“Would you like it gift-wrapped?” the salesman asks, and I turn to look at him, boxes of phones in his arms.
“That’s none of your business,” I growl at him, but Emma just rolls her eyes and pushes me behind her.
“Yes, please,” she says, and he walks away. “Always so jealous.”
“Damn straight,” I retort, picking her up off the ground and holding her in my arms. “You’re lucky I can’t get you pregnant again or I’d do it right here just to prove you belong to me.”
“Don’t worry. I carry a picture of the boys in my wallet so I can show it to people if you need me to.”
I laugh, but she’s probably being serious.
“All right. As soon as this is over, you’re taking me to get hot chocolate,” she says as I put her down and she smacks my chest.
“You say that like I wasn’t going to do it anyway.”
“Okay, fine. But I want cookies, too.”
“Anything you want, Dollface,” I say, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips. I kiss the back of it, and she smiles. It’s the one with dimples that I love so much. The one she gave me the first time we met. It’s the one that tells me every day that she’s the one and life is good.
THE END!