Gift for the Boss (Managing the Bosses 3.50)

She slowed as the orgasm dissipated, her breathing off, and her hips still rolling rhythmically. "Shit, I love you!" She smiled helplessly.

"Me too. You're so beautiful. I love how you take what you need. Anything you want from me, Jamie... it's yours." He slid his hands up to hold onto her waist as he carefully rolled them, leaving her on her back and him between her legs.

She wrapped her legs around him and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.

He pressed into her hold and worked himself into her again, deeper this time. Pressing his lips to hers, he emulated the sex they had with the thick pumping of his tongue into her mouth.

Jamie whimpered at the hot deliciousness of his abilities, and sucked hard at his tongue as he made love to her body. They gave and took from each other throughout the night, each of them reaching the peak of orgasm three or four times.

By the time they were done, the fire had gone out, and Alex had gotten up to get them blankets and pillows.

Jamie moved back to press her back against his front as he wrapped his strong arm around her. Completely sated, and lost to the unbelief that someone as great as him would even consider her, she started to drift off into sleep.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he mumbled against her skin.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered and tightened her arm around his as he held her.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?"

Jamie reached up and covered her mouth as she let out a long yawn. "Mean what?"

"That you wanted forever with me?" He nuzzled the side of her neck and tightened his grip around her.

"Absolutely. You're all I want." She closed her eyes, wishing she could have heard what his response was, but their day had been too long, and she was too tired to keep her eyes open anymore.

Chapter 5

Christmas Day

Jamie woke the next morning to find Alex gone already. A smile touched her lips, and she snuggled under the covers further, letting the memories they’d made the night before rush across the back of her eyelids. He was such a generous lover, and for the few moments where he slipped into carnality, and took for himself, she was delighted. His body was made for sex, but his heart for love. He was the full package, the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life getting to know.

It was almost too much to hope that he would feel the same toward her, but he seemed to. The fact that they both had changed so much in the last ten months meant something. He was jolly. She giggled as she thought of his Santa costume again. But he was happy, and he was working on his relationship with Mark, due in part to her, but he wasn't the only one who was changing. She wanted a clean slate with her own family.

She waited a few minutes before realizing Alex wasn't coming back any time soon. After getting out of the warmth of the blankets, she walked into his large walk-in closet and stretched, yawning loudly. He must have moved them to the bed sometime during the night, though she couldn't remember when.

Grabbing one of his plain white button-down shirts, she slipped it over her shoulders and buttoned it up. Jamie stopped by the bathroom to check herself and couldn't help but smile. A year ago she'd never have gone out to greet a guy with her hair a mess and her lips swollen like they were. She'd have taken a shower, fixed herself up, and tried to cover all the signs of their love-making.

Alex left her feeling beautiful, adored – loved. It changed everything.

Walking out into the living room, Jamie paused and glanced around. "Alex?"

He didn't answer, and she walked around the house looking everywhere for him, but found it empty. Slipping on a pair of jeans and some outside boots that Alex had sitting on the back porch, she walked down to her old place to get the present she wanted to give her new beau for Christmas. He didn't want anything that money could buy. Of that she was sure. Not only did he have everything, but he had mentioned it far too many times over the last few months that she wasn't to spend any money. None.

She sat down at her kitchen table with a pad of Christmassy paper and a pen, and tapped her lips with the writing instrument a few times.

Having been gifted with words, she tried to decide between a poem and a song, or maybe a letter. He would be back soon, and they were welcoming Mark in a couple of hours. How she was up so early after spending the night having the best sex of her life, she had no idea.

"A letter might work best." She pursed her lips and started to write, quickly filling up three pages of how much he meant to her. He'd given her back her confidence, her belief in something better and bigger than settling, and her heart. He needed to know more now than ever that she was completely sold out for him.

She got up and walked to her jewelry box at the back of the studio apartment and pulled out a small white rock with the world 'believe' engraved on it. Her father had given it to her when she was six. It was one of the most precious things she still had from her childhood. It seemed a little silly, but she couldn't shake the fact that it was supposed to be Alex's now.

She tucked it into a piece of white paper and put the letter with it in a small Christmas bag. After checking out the apartment to make sure everything was ready for Mark's visit, she walked back up to the house and kicked off the boots.

Slipping out of her jeans, she left the gift sitting on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to start working on a big breakfast. Alex loved to eat, and one thing she’d learned was that breakfast was his favorite.

The back door open and the sound of him verbally shivering caught her attention.

"Jamie? You up?" he called out to her.