“So fucking sexy,” he gritted out.

He sat up, covering her breast with his mouth and sucking so hard, her orgasm crashed over her, pummeling her in erotic waves of heat and ice, sending her up, up, up, then careening down, until she collapsed, panting and shuddering against him. His strong arms circled her as he shifted her back to the mattress, showering her with kisses and whispering in between every touch of his lips. “Love you…never get enough of you…so beautiful, baby.”

When her eyes fluttered open and his face came into focus, he laced their hands together and made love to her until they were both blissfully sated and too worn out to move.

A long while later he took care of the condom, and they lay together, nose to nose, kissing and whispering, the lights on the headboard casting colors around them and “Santa Baby” still on repeat in the living room.

“Now that we’ve crossed Roni wrapped up in a bow off my Christmas wish list…” He kissed her smiling lips and said, “What’s on yours?”

“You’ve already granted me more wishes than I ever knew I had.”

Chapter Twenty-One

RONI AND ANGELA sat across the table in the break room of the studio, going over the final details for the production with Elisa. It had been three weeks since Thanksgiving, and everything in Roni’s life felt like it was falling into place. She and Quincy were stronger than ever, and the Winter Showcase was coming together beautifully. Elisa had met with Gemma and Crystal the week after the holiday, and Roni and Angela had since met with them twice about the costumes. Not only were they able to save the families money, but they were also willing to do fittings for each of the girls. As a bonus, Roni had gotten closer to Gemma and Crystal. They texted often and had even met for lunch a few times.

“You two have done a phenomenal job, and with the gals at Princess for a Day on board to make the costumes, I think this is going to be our best showcase yet,” Elisa said.

Angela and Roni exchanged excited glances.

“You girls work so well together. I’m proud of you both.” Elisa closed her notebook, her eyes shifting to Roni as she said, “Your grandmother would be very proud of you for the way you’ve triumphed since her passing.”

“Thank you,” Roni said. “I hope so.”

“Of course she would. She was proud of you for everything you’ve ever done,” Angela reminded her.

“And she’d be even prouder if you added a certain solo to our lineup,” Elisa said with a hopeful glint in her eyes.

“Maybe one day, but I’m not ready yet. I’m just getting used to dancing in front of Quincy.” She and Angela had been working longer hours to prepare for the showcase, and Quincy had wanted to know every little thing about the productions and the dancing she used to do. He loved to watch her dance so much, one night she’d surprised him when he’d come to see her on her dinner break, and she’d performed one of her favorite dances just for him. She enjoyed dancing for him so much, she’d given him several more private shows at his apartment, many of which had ended halfway through with them naked and wrapped in each other’s arms.