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An Aces Christmas (The Aces' Sons)

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“Well, if you hadn’t taken so long to get undressed,” she joked, gasping as I ran my mouth down the valley between her breasts.

“Maybe I’m gettin’ old, too,” I joked, squeezing the flesh of her hips. “Takes me five minutes to get my damn boots off.”

“I don’t care how long it takes you to get your boots off,” she replied, grinning. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, making me groan. “As long as this is still working.”

“I think so,” I said with a chuckle. “Might want to make sure, though.”

She laughed and I let her flip me to my back so she could crawl on top of me. As she slid her mouth over me, I tilted my head back and sighed in thankfulness. In the beginning, sex with Callie had been so fun—new and exciting. The anticipation and discovery every time we’d been together. But there was something to be said about knowing your partner’s body so well that you knew every move to make to get them off.

Being with my woman was satisfying in a way I hadn’t even been able to imagine or understand way back when. It fed me. Kept me going. Sometimes, it was the only way I was able to turn my mind off enough to sleep.

“It’s working just fine,” Callie said huskily as she slid up my body. With one hand on my chest, she used the other to position my cock so she could sink down on top of me.

“I love you, Calliope,” I said, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Love you, too,” she replied as she began to roll her hips.

Sex, for better or worse, had gotten us through a lot of shit. When the kids were little, it had sometimes been the only time of day that we’d been alone. It served as a way for us to reconnect if we’d been apart for any length of time. And, when we’d lost our son, it had been one of the only ways I’d been able to feel anything but numb.

“Hey,” she said, pausing as she leaned down to kiss me. “Where are you tonight?”

“I’m right here, sugar,” I said, lifting her a little to urge her to move.

“You’re a million miles away,” she said softly.

“Just thinkin’ how thankful I am for this,” I replied, sliding my hands up her sides and over her shoulder blades. “Thankful for you.”

She smiled and at the sight of her dimple, my entire chest felt like it was going to cave in. Jesus, I guess the day had affected me more than I’d thought.

“You gonna move?” I asked gruffly, clearing my throat.

“Well,” she joked, drawing the word out with a shrug.

“Like that, is it?” I said, flipping her over.

“Asa,” she squealed as we damn near fell off the edge of the bed.

“Have I ever let you fall off the bed?” I asked with a scoff, moving her close to the center.

“Yes!” she said, with a gasp as I began to thrust.

“Once,” I said with a laugh, “and that was years ago.”

After that, there wasn’t much talking. It also didn’t last long. Like I said, there was something nice about the fact that we both knew exactly how to get each other off.

“I’m going to go clean up,” Callie said groggily a little while later. “You want water or anything while I’m up?”

“I’m good,” I said, smacking her ass lightly as she crawled out of bed. “Why’re you putting that on?”

“Because I’m cold,” she said, laughing as I tried to pull the t-shirt out of her hands. “Maybe if you let me set the thermostat higher, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Can’t sleep when it’s like a sauna in here,” I grumbled.

“Then you can deal with me wearing clothes to bed,” she shot back.

“I know you turn that thing up when I’m gone,” I said as I watched her walk away. “I’ve seen the power bill.”

“I’m not apologizing for that,” she said with a laugh. “I enjoy every minute of it.”

She left the bathroom door open as she did her business, and I stuffed a pillow under my head so I could watch her. The toilet was out of sight, which was the only reason she left the door open—but I got to see her from the moment she stepped in front of the sink.

“We got all the pies done today,” she said as she ran the water, waiting for it to heat up. “So all I have to do tomorrow are the salads.”

“That’s good,” I replied. “Farrah actually help you?”

Callie scoffed. “She made her own pies, yes.”

“You should have one of the girls help you,” I said as she wet a washcloth and began to slide it between her legs. “You know they would.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said, rinsing the washcloth. “But I like doing it with Farrah. It’s a nice calm before the holiday storm.”



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