A Hot Holiday Collection

Extra Epilogue

EXTRA EPILOGUE

KATIE

S awyer and I were in rhythm with each other in a way that normally meant he could easily see my vision, which made working together so enjoyable. But sometimes, he didn’t get it. Then I had to get creative to convince him that I was right.

Like in the current house we were flipping.

“See? This is the perfect use of an accent wall,” I insisted, holding up the floral wallpaper sample against the dining room wall.

“No one wants flowers, especially black ones,” Sawyer huffed.

I rolled my eyes, setting the sample down on the table. “They’re not black. They’re dark red with green and brown vines. It brings out shades of color and really makes the flooring pop.”

“Here, let me see that.” Sawyer grabbed the wallpaper sample and held it up to the wall before shaking his head. “Naw, I still don’t see it.”

“How can you not see this?” I balked, sliding under his arm, pressing my ass against his front, his dick growing hard against me as I wiggled for good measure.

“Oh, you’re playing dirty,” he growled, gripping my waist with his free hand.

“Yes, but I’m winning when it comes to this wallpaper,” I said over my shoulder with a wink.

“I don’t think so,” he whispered into my neck before trailing his lips against my sensitive skin.

“Just imagine how I would look splayed against this wall,” I said, slowly turning so I met his hooded gaze.

His blue eyes darkened as he let out a low groan.

“Can you picture it?” I murmured, sliding my shirt off before unclasping the front of my bra, letting it fall to the ground too.

No matter how often Sawyer had seen me naked, it somehow always felt like the first time. His eyes widened, and a smirk crossed his beautiful face as he leaned in closer.

His breath was a whisper on my lips. “Hmmm, I may need to see more. You know, get the full visual of what you’d look like spread out on this wall, naked for me.”

“Oh? Think I’m just going to give in so easily?” I asked, teasing as I ran my fingers down the center of my breasts, watching his whole body shiver as his gaze followed the path of my hand.

“I think you will if you want this wall,” he said, his fingers now on my skirt, pulling it down. “Now that you mention it, the wall does look better and better with every piece of clothing you take off.”

“Really?” I drawled, my lips curving into a smirk.

He smiled back, kneeling in front of me. “Especially from this angle.”

Not bothering to remove my panties, he pushed the thin lace fabric to the side before sliding his tongue inside my wetness, not even giving me a minute to breathe before he devoured me.

I gripped his hair, my eyes sliding closed. It didn’t matter how often I’d had his mouth on me, my husband always blew my mind.

“So does this mean we’re going to use the wallpaper?” I panted.

He looked up, his lips shiny from tasting me. “Hmmm, I think I need some more convincing.”

“Is that so?” I asked, raising my eyebrow, before pulling him up by his shoulders.

Quickly I tossed his shirt to the ground, running my fingers over the hard plains of his body before pulling him closer. When our lips met, I could taste myself on his tongue, and I moaned, feeling his bulge get harder as he pressed against me.

Between our kisses, I unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock as I palmed it in my hands.

“Is this sweet pussy ready for my big cock?” Sawyer growled, lifting my butt and pulling my legs around his waist.

The head of his dick was at my wet entrance, and I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, but I knew I needed to win the argument first.

“Only if you say it.”

“You’re really going to make me agree to this wallpaper before I fuck you?” he grumbled.

“Absolutely.” I wiggled my hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Fuck what?” I panted.

“You can have the fucking wallpaper,” he growled, gripping my hips as he filled me to the hilt. “As long as I can fuck you against this wall again once it’s up.”

“Of course,” I managed to breathe.

His hold on me tightened as he pumped into me, his lips meeting mine again.

I arched my back as his fingers went between us, rubbing my clit and building me to the brink of orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cock. Show me how much you want this,” he growled against my lips.

“Come with me,” I begged, gripping onto his butt and matching the same rhythm as he pumped inside me.

His whole body vibrated against mine as I pushed closer to him, then my orgasm ripped through me.

“Sawyer,” I cried out.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he growled as his body shuddered against mine, and I felt his release inside me.

We stayed there, together against the wall, breathing hard and holding each other tight. It could have been minutes or hours before he finally whispered into my ear. “We probably need to clean up. Anything you want to fight me over in the master bedroom?”

I laughed. “I’m sure we can find something.”