“You make it hard for me to refuse.”
They both chuckled at his choice of words.
Carla loved the feel of her husband naked, which was why she couldn’t wait and quickly unfastened his jeans. Her sigh of pleasure was captured in his mouth when his cock was freed and in her hand.
“I love you, Sebastian, and tonight I’m going to show you how much.”
It was Christmas Eve and Ruben felt like a child about to open his presents, eager and excited. He’d done so well with Rosie not having a clue as to what he’d been up to. He only hoped that it stayed that way for a bit longer.
While he cleaned the snow from his truck, Rosie was inside doing some last minute wrapping. She’d already wrapped the presents for the staff, which had been left in the staff room for after they finished their shift. Rosie was under the impression that he’d finished up with her presents. She’d soon find out that he hadn’t.
They’d both had enough of living above Kenza, and although Rosie never complained and constantly told him she was happy wherever he was, it was time to move out. That, of course, was where his surprise came in.
“What are you doing?”
Ruben whipped his head around at the surprised question from Rosie. She stood silhouetted in the doorway in her boots and winter jacket.
“I’m clearing the truck so we can go out.” He hid his smile as he knocked the snow packed against the back wheels.
“Out? It’s Christmas Eve.”
“I know, and that’s why we’re going out.” Ruben stopped, and grinned at his beautiful wife. “I want to show you your Christmas present.” He walked closer and stood a mere foot away.
Rosie wiggled her brows and laughed, her eyes glanced at his crotch. She liked his kind of present.
“You’ll get that present much later, but, for now, you need to get into the truck so I can drive you there.”
He could tell by the way her eyes lit up that she was excited, but it was clear that she didn’t want to let on just how much. He grinned, excitement running through him, and stayed silent.
He helped her into the cab of his truck, and smiled to himself as he joined her, before he pulled out from the back of the club.
Everything was closed tight for the night, and Kenza would be soon. He’d agreed to close the doors at eleven so that his employees could go home to their families and friends to spend Christmas morning with them. That’s the one thing about owning a business, being fair to the people who worked for you.
“How far is it?” Rosie asked.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He smirked, and laughed when Rosie fidgeted in her seat with excitement.
As he turned onto the snow-covered street, Rosie perked up and glanced at him and the darkened house on the corner that they headed toward. He pulled into the drive without saying a word, and turned the engine off.
Rosie turned to him, her mouth opened and closed without a sound coming out.
He smirked and walked around to open her door. His arms went around her and under her legs as he hauled her out into the snow.
Once she was on her feet, he took her hand and led her to the porch. Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked the front door and lifted his wife back into his arms. He carried her over the threshold, and smiled. “Merry Christmas, Baby. Welcome to our new home.”
She started to cry, and he freaked.
Had he got it wrong? Did she not really like the house?
He walked over to the stairs and sat on them with Rosie in his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck and sobbed her heart out. He couldn’t speak. He had no idea what to say anyway, so all he did was hold her tightly against him as his neck grew wet from her tears.
After a few minutes, Rosie pulled back and used the Kleenex she was offered. “You bought us a house?” She sniffled.
“I did. I thought you loved this house.”
Rosie put her hand over his mouth so he couldn’t say anything else.
“I love this house, and I love you. I never in a million years expected to live here, but you bought it for us.” Tears threatened again. “Thank you.” She started to cry again.
He hated seeing tears on her beautiful face, and never knew what to do to calm her down. He hoped after her words that they were tears of happiness.
“Rosie, are you sure this is the house you want?”
She started to laugh. “I promise you, this is the most amazing Christmas present ever. I don’t think anything will ever top this.” She kissed him slow, and long. “When can we move in?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Hmm, so it’s ours already and you haven’t just borrowed the key?”
What was she saying?
“Because,” she climbed from his lap and unzipped her jacket, “I think we need to christen the stairs…now, Ruben.”
He didn’t need telling twice.