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He rolled over in bed, his heated naked body pressing against Peggy’s back, allowing him to enter her from behind.

“You feel so good,” she whispered shakily, sighing as he drove inside.

She was wearing a Santa hat he’d picked up at the store earlier. “You’ve been naughty,” he said hoarsely, reading the message scrawled in red on the white brim.

“Maybe I need a spanking,” she teased.

Oliver eased away from her, loving how she gasped over each inch of his withdrawal. Slipping his palm downward, he gave her a love tap that drew a cry—not of pain, but of pleasure.

“Nice,” she corrected cheekily, reaching up and turning the brim to the side that said, “I’ve been nice.”

“If you’ve been nice,” he teased, “then maybe Santa will give you something special for Christmas. What do you want?”

Her breath caught and she shifted her body. “This.”

With a groan, Oliver rolled her over and entered her again with a long, deep satisfying thrust.

Merry Christmas…