Merry Me Darling

by Lilian T. James

“You know, a full bladder can heighten pleasure.” I scrunched my nose, pressing my palms against his chest. “Is that actually true?” “I feel like we’re in a prime position to find out.” He rolled his hips, eliciting a groan from me. “Garrett.” “Maddie.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

Happily ever after didn’t always mean pregnancy and a diamond ring. Sometimes it also meant only working forty hours a week and discovering who I was as an adult and as a woman.

“Now get this ass naked so I can spend Christmas Eve permanently engraving my name on the naughty list.”

“I can be quiet,” I said, my voice already breathy and desperate. A year of being touched in every possible way by this man, and I was still putty in his hands. “Shame,” he said, dropping his hand and leaning down to whisper, “I like it better when you can’t.”

“If you think for even a second that I’m going to go a single night without seeing my future wife shatter beneath me,” he said, slamming so deep I saw fucking stars, “you better reevaluate your goddamn expectations, baby. Now, do it.”