The Missing Heir(96)

                But she could feel it. She could feel her climax shimmering. Her body climbed higher and higher, her nerves extending, muscles tightening, until it all crashed into an apex of pleasure.

                She cried out.

                He groaned her name.

                And their bodies peaked as one.

                She was weightless at first, then exhausted, her limbs too heavy to move.

                “That was your fault,” he muttered in her ear.

                It took her a moment to muster up the energy to speak. “What was my fault?”

                “You ended it.”

                “I did. You’re just too good.”

                “Oh, darling. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.”

                She cautiously blinked her eyes open, the twinkling Christmas tree coming into focus, then the fireplace and the champagne bottle.

                Cole’s weight pressed her into the sofa. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she felt safe, content and at home.

                * * *

                Cole eased himself into the giant tub in the master bathroom, settling at the end opposite to Amber. He’d lit candles all around and set the champagne glasses and the rest of the bottle on the wide tiled edge. The water was steaming in billows toward the box window that overlooked the city, mingling with the scent of citrus that filled the air.

                “This is practically a pool,” he couldn’t help but note, stretching his arms to each side, his legs brushing lightly against Amber’s beneath the water.

                Amber lifted her champagne flute. “Are we behaving like billionaires now?”

                Her hair was swept up in a messy knot. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips dark red and her lashes thick against the crystal blue of her eyes. Her breasts bobbed ever so slightly beneath the surface of the water. She had the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen.

                “Close enough,” he answered. “I’ve got everything in the world I want right here.”

                She smiled. “Plus gold chocolates in the kitchen.”

                “I forgot about those.”

                She gave a mock frown.

                “I mean,” he said, attempting to properly appreciate her efforts, “I can’t wait to try one.”

                She raised her glass in a mock toast. “Now you’re catching on.”

                He drank with her. “So tell me what you have planned for tomorrow.”

                She looked puzzled. “Tomorrow?”

                “Christmas Day.”

                Her expression said that she’d completely forgotten the date. He was going to take that as a positive sign.

                “Presents for Zachary,” she said. “And Destiny’s coming over. Luca, too, maybe? And...” This time a flash of worry creased her face.

                “What?” he asked.

                She shook her head.