35. Michael

MICHAEL

T he needy way she says my name is all the confirmation I need.

My arms circle Alice, pulling her into my body as I crash my mouth into hers.

My Alice.

My girl.

Sliding my hands down, I cup her sweet ass and hoist her up my body.

Alice’s legs instinctually wrap around my waist. The warmth of her pussy settling over my already stiff dick.

“Never run from me,” I growl between kisses. “Don’t ever run away from me again.”

“I won’t,” she whimpers.

Tightening my hold, I use my grip on her ass to drag her up and down my length. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” She’s panting now. The heat of our need lighting us both on fire.

“Damn right, you fucking promise.” My teeth catch her lower lip before licking the bite away. “You’re the star on top of my tree.” I kiss her again. “I’m incomplete without you.”

“I’m sorry for leaving,” she half sobs into my mouth. “I thought?—”

“Shh.” I take the few steps to her mattress and drop down so my knees are on the edge, lowering her gently onto her back. “I don’t need your apologies. And I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

She stares up at me. “You’re here.”

“I’ll always be here. Because I need you by my side. I need you to be where I am.”

Alice nods, her hair spread across the bed. “I will. I promise I will.”

Her soft promises slither down my spine, making me harder than I’ve ever been before.

Deepening the kiss, my tongue slides against hers.

Her hands claw at my shoulders, my back… tug at my hair.

I angle my head, wanting more, and she lets me.

She tastes just as sweet as I remember. Everything I’ll ever need to sustain me. Everything I’ll ever need to please me.

Her hips rock up against me, and we both groan.

“Fuck, Baby. Are you ready for me? Will you let me in?” My voice is so low I hardly recognize it.

“God, yes.” Her eyes are glassy when she looks up at me. “I need you.”

I press my weight into her.

“You deserve gentle. You deserve tender. But that’s not what you’re getting tonight.” I rock my length against her. “You scared me today. When I couldn’t find you—” I cut myself off and slide my mouth over to her ear. “Good girls get sweet things. Naughty girls get it rough. And you’ve been very naughty.”

The moan that rolls out of her chest makes my balls ache.

“You like that?” I lick her neck. “You want what I’m going to give you?”

“Yes! Michael, yes!”

Sitting back on my heels, I smirk at her cute as fuck pajamas. Then I grip the fabric and rip the front open. Her pretty little buttons flying in every direction.

Alice’s gasp turns into a moan when I close my mouth around one of her peaked nipples. My own rumbling satisfaction drowns out the thudding pulse in my ears.

My Alice is warm and willing and so goddamn delicious.

With my mouth occupied, I shift my weight and use one hand to tug her pants down her hips.

“Christ, woman, you’re perfection,” I groan when I drag my mouth away from her tits.

Leaning back, I yank her pants all the way off, and she takes the moment to shimmy out of her torn top.

Standing, I yank off my shirt as Alice’s breasts heave with each inhale.

My hands are undoing my zipper when my eyes catch on the open box next to Alice.

She sees the direction of my gaze and reaches for it, but I’m quicker.

Alice lets out a strangled sound as she throws her hands over her face, covering her eyes but leaving the rest of her naked form on full display.

It takes me all of a second to figure out what this box holds. Because it holds me.

All of my best interviews. All of my favorite accomplishments. All of the causes that are closest to my heart.

A huge smile pulls across my face as I set the box down on the floor, removing my pants and boxer briefs in the process.

“Sweetness, look at me.”

Alice shakes her head, her tits jiggling with the motion.

I grip my dick, giving it a firm stroke. “Open those mistletoe eyes, Alice.”

Slowly, she moves her hands, and her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. Nude. And hard.

“Does it look like I’m upset?”

She doesn’t reply, only shaking her head again.

Another stroke. “Words, Baby.”

“N-no, you don’t look upset.”

“That’s right.” I keep my hand on my cock as I kneel between her spread legs. “That collection of yours makes us even.”

“Even?” she asks, her eyes darting all over my body.

“Yeah, Alice. Even.” I line my dick up with her entrance. “Because it means you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

Thrusting my hips forward, I sink myself into her heat.