Free A Christmas to Love You by Megan Smith

much as he allows me too. I’ve filled in bartending when they were shorthanded, helped him with interviews and inventory and even helped with entertainment a few times too.
    I reach up and run the pads of my thumbs over Cooper’s cheeks. “I feel like Snow White.”
    He smirks. “Did your fairy god mother grant you your wish?”
    I start busting out laughing. I have to give him credit, he tried. “Wrong Disney movie, babe.”
    His eyebrows furrow. “Are you sure?”
    “Positive.” I kiss him on the lips. “That was Cinderella. Snow White has the seven dwarfs and Prince Charming kisses her in the forest.”
    “So you’re saying I’m a prince?”
    I giggle. “Yeah, Prince Cooper.”
    “That’s what I’m talking about.”
    I shove him off of me, clearly this conversation was going right to his ego.
    “What? What happened?” He asks reaching for me.
    I shake my head laughing. “It’s snowing if you haven’t noticed and I’m freezing my ass off.”
    Cooper jumps up like his ass is on fire and pulls me to the door. “Well, let’s get you naked. You know what they say, body heat is the best thing for keeping warm.”
    I look up to the sky. “Dear Lord.”
    “No baby, it’s Prince Cooper.” Great, now he’s getting cocky about it.
    Cooper drags me along until we’re in his bedroom. I may have slipped a few times in my heels on the hardwood floors but Cooper wasn’t slowing down. Aside from hitting my elbow on the doorframe we made it in one piece. Cooper toes his boots off as he unzips his jacket and throws it across the room landing in the pile of dirty clothes.
    He glances over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?”
    Eyebrows raised, “Hell to freeze over.” I offer.
    He throws his head back and laughs. “Twinkle toes, haven’t you realized it already has?”
    I laugh and unzip my black pea coat jacket. I lay it on the chair in the corner of Cooper’s room. I reach down and slip one of my heels off. I moan in relief. Don’t get me wrong, I love my heels, but I’d much rather be barefoot. Reaching down again I slip the other off and toss it on the floor beside the other one.
    Cooper rests his hands on my hips kissing my neck. I lean back into him and tilt my head to the side to give him better access. His hands make their way to the button on my black dress pants and then he slowly unzips them before slipping his hands in the waistband of my panties. I moan as his fingers slide over my slick folds and into me.
    For the longest time I didn’t think I would ever get over what happened to me but with Cooper, I have. If it was anyone else I don’t know if I would have ever been able to deal with it. He’s gentle with me, understanding, slow, almost to the point where I want to scream at him to take what he wants. I know he holds back because he’s afraid he’ll spark a memory of that night but I know it’s him. He’s my safe haven.
    As his fingers play me, my back arches as he winds me up. “Coop,” I pant.
    “What baby?” He says with a hungry and desire filled voice.
    “Stop playing with me.”
    It seems to be his undoing. He spins me and then drops to his knees. He slowly pulls my pants and panties down and helps me step out of them, all that is left is my cream colored cashmere sweater and bra. With his right hand, he lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder. I’m exposed to him now.
    His eyes are smoldering blue and hungry, like he hasn’t eaten in days. He leans forward, his cool breath hitting the heat between my legs. I look up as his tongue flicks my clit once, twice, and my legs shake uncontrollably. With every touch he was setting a growing fire. Cooper continues licking and sucking until I can no longer hold myself up after an intense orgasm rips through my body.
    “Bed.” I pant barely able to breath.
    Cooper smiles smugly at me. “Add Prince Cooper to that and I’ll think about it.”
    I roll my eyes. “You’re taking this a bit too far.”
    He laughs and