Jade hung up the white lace dress and slipped into a naughty Santa teddy. The red fishnet thigh-highs plus the four-inch patent red leather stilettos she was wearing were accented by a white fur garter and a red velvet Santa hat with a white fur brim and a ball at the end. She added matching lipstick and took in the overall effect. Hell, she'd do her. That thought made her laugh out loud.

"What are you doing in there?" Nic called to her. She'd helped him take off his prosthesis before changing. He'd been on his leg all day after sleeping with the prosthesis strapped on last night. His scarred skin was tender and swollen, so she'd been careful to make sure he'd taken care of himself before she'd changed.

She opened the door a little bit and swung her leg out, hiding her body. Nic's muttered, holy fuck, was all she needed to hear.

She put her leg down and stepped out from behind the door. "Have you been a good boy, Nicolas?" She sauntered over to the bed. The pup tent developing under the sheet her husband had draped over his body was obvious. She turned around and ran her hand from her thigh up to her hip. "Oh, look!" She pointed to her shoe. "The ankle strap isn't fastened." She spread her legs and bent at the waist. The lace material of the teddy pulled tight between her butt cheeks, becoming for all practical purposes a thong. It took several long seconds to run the strap of leather through the stay. Jade lifted back up and peeked at the man over her shoulder. "Well, have you been a good boy?"

"Oh, fuck yeah. I've been fantastic." Nic sat up in bed. The sheet slithered down his body, and Jade sucked in a breath. What the man did to her should be illegal. He extended his hand to her, and she turned without question to take it. He helped her onto the bed where she straddled him. His hand slid up her thigh to the fur garter. He glanced at it before his eyes darted back to hers. "What do good boys get for Christmas?"

Jade pushed him on the shoulder until he got the message and relaxed back onto the mattress. She moved over him, kissed his shoulder and whispered, "A little sugar." She trailed kisses down his chest following his happy trail, moving the sheets as they impeded her goal. "A little spice." She cupped his balls and shot an impish look up at him when he spread his legs to allow her to fit between them. "And a whole lot of everything nice."

Jade took his cock to the back of her throat and closed her lips around the shaft, milking him on the way up. Her hand rolled his balls, and the man arched off the bed. Fuck, she'd never get enough of making her man lose his shit. She did that. No one else. There would never be another woman with her man. They were bound together, forever.

Jade lowered again, and the fur ball from her Santa hat flipped into her eyes. She grabbed the hat from her head and tossed it to the side as she took him again, but this time swallowed when he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck, babe. Stop, please. I need to be inside you." Nic grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up his body.

Jade lay on him, arching her back to look down at the expression on his face. His eyes were hooded, heavy, and full of emotion. She saw love and lust and happiness, all of which she reflected right back to him.

"I love you." The simple admission wasn't difficult anymore. They'd made a pact. They would embrace each day and live it to the fullest. There would be no regrets for them. They were a team, and together they could face anything.

He pushed her hair away from her face and cupped her neck with his hand. "I love you, Mrs. DeMarco."

Jade smiled and shook her head. "Mrs. King-DeMarco."

Nic smiled and pulled her down, whispering against her lips. "I don't care what you call yourself as long as you know you're mine."

Jade lost herself in the kiss. His tongue danced with hers. The man could put her on the edge of orgasm just by kissing her. He consumed her and yet filled her. His kiss both gave of himself and claimed her. The exchange gave as much as it took, and the perfection of their union was based on those gives and takes. It was never about her or him but about them. Learning, moving forward, and making mistakes—but always together.

Nic rolled her and deftly unfastened the lace of her teddy after running his fingers up her red, fishnet, thigh-high stockings. Her heels planted on the mattress. He moved over her and centered himself. "You are the most extraordinary woman I've ever known." He thrust forward, and Jade arched into his movement. "Fuck, so perfect," Nic whispered as he crushed her to his chest. They were pressed together from forehead to hip, her legs wrapped around his thighs and her high heels pressed in, encouraging him to thrust deeper.

"More." The word was on repeat in her mind. He knew how to move to make her insane. Jade slid her arms around him and clung to his broad back with gripping fingers that dimpled his flesh. He seized her lips in a kiss that left them both breathless. They barely broke apart to breathe, taking and giving air from and to each other. Jade gasped when he rotated his hips. His smile against her lips was as natural as their lovemaking. He knew how to touch her soul. He thrust again, and she moaned. "I've got you, babe. Let go."

His words stripped away the fortress she built around herself. It crumbled as she crested in orgasm the way it always did because Jade trusted his love. She held him as he reached his own release and held him as he trembled.

She stroked his hair. "You do have me, for now and forever."