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“You are perfect,” he told her. “So beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed. As she lowered herself onto his erection, pleasure nearly knocked the breath out of him. She propped herself up as she placed her hands on his chest and started to grind against him.

A low moan escaped her throat and she tossed her head back. She must have felt the same pleasure he did because she clenched around him. His hands lifted to grip her hips as she increased her pace and rocked faster against him.

The pleasure was almost unbearable. She was so tight and wet and warm. Never had he felt pleasure like this. A pleasure that shot through his body and gripped his heart.

AFTER THEIR LOVEMAKING, they collapsed onto the bed and feel asleep in each other’s arms. His ringing cell phone interrupted his sleep, and he clumsily grabbed the phone from the nightstand.

“Hello?” he answered groggily.

“Mr. Prescott.” A familiar voice. “This is Captain Stone. Flights to New York are now up and running again, so if you’d like to return to New York this afternoon we’re ready.”

Dane sat up slowly, doing his best to keep from waking his wife. “On Christmas Eve? Are you sure? I’d hate to put you out so close to Christmas.”

“It’s not a problem, sir,” Captain Stone replied. “If anything, my co-pilot and I would be happy to return home to New York City for Christmas. But it’s up to you, of course.”

“No, that’s fine,” he said. “It’s probably a real stroke of luck that we’ll be able to make it home before Christmas.”

“Or maybe it’s a Christmas miracle,” Captain Stone said with a laugh.

“How soon can we take off?” Dane asked.

“Within two hours,” Captain Stone answered.

“Sounds good. I just have to sort things out with my wife and I’ll call you back.” Dane hung up and placed a gentle hand on Allyson’s bare shoulder.

She looked so lovely. Her dark hair was disheveled, messy from sleep and early-morning sex. And those full pink lips parted slightly as she breathed.

He shook her gently and her eyes opened. A smile made her lips curve up.

“How would you like to get back to New York this evening?” he asked.

“I’d like that very much.” Her smile widened, and she sat up. The sheet fell away from her, revealing her breasts.

Stifling a groan, he said, “The pilot just called. It’s safe to fly back to New York, but I want you to promise me something before we get home.”

Allyson tilted her head. “What is it?”

“Let me and our families take care of all the preparations for Christmas,” he said.

She scoffed. “Dane, you can’t even cook. And I’m almost certain neither of your parents cook, either. If we leave the cooking up to my family, your family probably won’t like it.”

“Tough,” he said firmly. “If the worst happens, we can order Chinese food or pizza.”

“For Christmas dinner?” She sounded horrified.

“Yes. You’ve worked hard enough. It’s about time the rest of us pulled our weight,” he said. “You turned down my help before, but I’m putting my foot down now. You’ll be resting while the rest of us deal with dinner.”

“I don’t have much of a say in this, do I?” she grumbled.

He reached for his clothes and started to get dressed. “Nope. You’ll be getting something in return, though.”

“Oh? What will I be getting for letting you all meddle with my Christmas dinner?” she asked with a huff.

“We’re going to Dr. Beckford,” Dane replied. “I don’t care if the timing is wrong, or if he refuses to see us. I honestly don’t give a damn what the rules are at this point. That doctor is going to give me what I want. We’re getting the results of your blood test. Tonight.”

THEY PACKED SO QUICKLY Dane barely remembered it happening. Once he hauled their luggage downstairs, he left the Christmas presents Allyson had bought for the staff along with a thank-you note. Then, they took a taxi to the airport and headed back to New York.

Allyson slept for most of the flight. No wonder she had seemed extra tired. Worrying about her pregnancy must have exhausted her.