Filthy Scrooge

“Oh, yeah. Definitely kids. You’re totally marrying me. I won’t be taking no for an answer.”

“Married?”

“Catch up, Miss Kane. We have a lifetime to plan.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, a laugh bubbling up and out of the terrible rock I’d been carrying around in my chest for days. “Sounds like a wonderful plan, Mr. Murdock.”

Epilogue

Lincoln

Two Years Later

December 23

The door clicked shut and I heard the snick of a lock. “What are you doing?” I asked as I looked up from the pile of Santa gear.

Kay dropped her ankle length red skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She unbuttoned her red velvet coat with white cuffs as she stalked across my office. “We have fifteen minutes. You need to make them count.”

I turned around to lean against my desk. She was a sight to behold. Then again, I was partial to my wife pretty much all the time. “Mrs. Claus, are you demanding services?” I crossed my hands over my belt to hide the fact that I was already more than willing to help the cause.

“It’s your fault I’m in this state.” She shrugged her jacket off and tossed it on one of the leather chairs in front of my desk.

I sucked in a groan. She’d had to buy new lingerie and her lacy green bra pushed up her growing breasts. They swayed tantalizingly, distracting me from standing strong. We had to be down at the party in twenty minutes, but Christ, she was a sight to behold. Her belly was rounding slightly with my baby and her amazon legs were toned and mouthwatering.

I’d had them around my neck just this morning.

But tha

t didn’t seem to matter. Kay was in her second trimester and I’d become her cock on command. Not that I was complaining—much. We just had a roomful of people downstairs, including our families. Nosy ones, who would break into my damn office without a thought.

“Kay,” I said warningly.

“I locked the door. Strip.” She yanked me down to her mouth.

I tried to be strong. Not that hard, but I gave myself points in my head. My fingers snaked into her hair and I took control of the kiss like she needed me to. Our mouths clashed and her groan poured over my senses.

When she was like this, she was so wound up, she would either end up tearing my back up with her talons—fucking prenatal vitamins made her nails into iron—or sobbing. There wasn’t much in between. One made me feel like a god, the other as useless as fuck.

I’d take the talons today, please.

She jerked the big buckle of my Santa suit and my pants loosened enough for her to get a hold of my cock. She purred into my kiss. “God, I love your cock.”

I swallowed. Dirty talk had also been a side effect of her pregnancy. If she wasn’t careful, I’d keep her pregnant every damn year.

She tipped her head up and drew her nail along the hem of my T-shirt, dragging it up as she watched my face. “I need you inside me, Linc.”

“Fuck,” I muttered and cupped her breast until her nipple overflowed the cup. I drew strongly on the tip until her head dropped. Choosing between her tight nipple and her elegant neck was impossible.

I brought my hand up to her neck and grasped it lightly.

She moaned out my name, her other hand ruthlessly gripping my cock.

Evidently, fifteen minutes was going to be more than enough. I spun her around against the desk, bracing my arm against her belly so they were both protected. She splayed her hands on my desk and my cock hardened even further.

This desk got more play since we’d been married, for damn sure.

I dipped my other hand between her thighs. “You’re fucking soaked.”