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tightened her pussy around his ejaculating cock and sucked at his tongue until his hips stopped jerking and he collapsed against the bed.
    She sprawled on top of him, pressing her cheek against his damp shoulder.
    He stroked his hands down her body to her ass. "Damn, Rica, that was..."
    "What?" she asked lazily. "Nice?"
    "Nice? Oh, no. It was far more than nice."
    "How much more?"
    He slapped her ass. "Too damn good for words."
    Pleased, she smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Yes. It was." She sighed and then slowly climbed off his cock.
    He sat up.
    Cherica turned onto her side and watched as he removed the condom, disposing of it in the bedside trashcan. He turned off the lights. When he stretched out on the bed again, she pulled the cover over them and cuddled close.
    "Merry Christmas, Jay," she whispered.
    "Thanks to you, this is probably going to be the best Christmas ever."
    "For me too." She settled against him. Her exhilarating climax, combined with the alcohol she'd consumed earlier that night took its toll. She fell asleep within minutes.
    Jayson woke her later.
    Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she saw it was still dark outside. "Jay? What time is it?"
    "It's time for some more loving. Yes?"
    "Oh, yes." Hell yeah. Once she was fully awake, he positioned two pillows under her ass, tilted her hips, crawled between her legs, and ate her pussy with a slow enjoyment that made her toes curl and her back arch as she burst into a flaming orgasm.
    Then, to her surprise, he slid his body behind hers, pulled the covers back over their bodies, and held her until she drifted back to sleep. Damn. What a wonderful surprise.

Chapter Two
    I n the morning, Cherica woke alone in bed with a slight headache. Lying on her back with her eyes closed, her nostrils twitched. A faint remnant of sex filled the air. Her breasts felt sore. Memories of the night before spent in Jayson's arms flooded her senses. Sex with him had been nearly everything she'd hoped it would be. A commitment from him would have made it perfect.
    Eager to see him and to gauge his reaction to their night together, she sat up.
    Jayson sat on the single chair in the bedroom watching her. Fully dressed. Damn. That didn't bode well for a Christmas morning fuck. She smiled at him. "Morning, handsome."
    A brief smile touched his lips. "Morning, beautiful girl."
    It would be if he joined her in bed. "Why so overdressed?"
    He sighed. "We need to talk, Rica."
    That didn't sound like a good we need to talk. "Sure. What about?"
    "About last night."
    Oh hell. Having your man wanting to talk about the previous night after you'd finally slept together was not a good thing. "What about it, Jay?"
    "As you must know, it was fantastic."
    "But? Let's skip ahead to the but."
    "But the timing of it might have been a little inappropriate."
    Oh, Jay. Don't do this to me. "Meaning what?"
    "That we should have given a little more forethought to the ramifications that our sleeping together would have."
    She didn't need to ask on whom. A wave of disappointment surged through her. How like a man to express regrets and reservations after the fuck. Now that he'd gotten what he wanted, he was clearly worried about what his mother and sisters would say. Or maybe he expected...If he expected her to beg him not to leave, he could damn well think again. She pulled the blanket up to cover her bare breasts. "It's all right, Jay. You don't have to say anything else. We both had a little too much to drink last night and now that we're sober..."
    He frowned. "For the record; I never drink and drive. I was sober last night. What's your point, Rica?"
    She swallowed hard. He was going to make her spell it out. "Okay. Now that I'm completely sober we both know last night was a mistake."
    He arched a brow. "Do we?"
    She frowned. "Yes; at least that's what you just said—"
    "Are you still half asleep? Because that is not what I said."
    But it had clearly been what he'd meant. She lowered her lids to conceal what