Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“What?” I hurry to join her.
She’s looking at my trash bin with the broken cup and the hardware receipt. “You threw it away.”
“The cup?”
“The number.”
“What number?” I peer at the paper. “Oh, that stock number thing? I don’t need it.”
She smiles again, and before I realize what she’s doing, she launches herself at me. I catch her with ease, and then, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, I kiss her.
Our lips meet, strange and messy at first, then warm, then hot, then molten. I press her to my body as I keep her feet off the ground and get to know her lips, her tongue, the way she moves against me.
I can’t get enough. I kiss her until we’re both breathless and have to come up for air.
She stares at me, the same way I’m looking right back at her.
She smiles, her lips already swollen and her cheeks pink and perfect. “Hi.” She runs her fingers along my beard.
“Hi.” And then I’m kissing her again, unable to keep my lips or hands from her.
I’m about to set her on the counter and take her sweater off when I hear something. Something like the jingle of bells you hear outside stores at Christmas time.
She stiffens.
I pull back and look at her. “What is—”
“I um, yep. I have to go.” She wriggles in my arms, and I release her.
And without another word, she darts through my living room, out my front door, and back across the street.
Sylvester and I stare after her, both of us wondering how we managed to get all the way back to where we started.
8
JOCELYN
I drop the last package into the giant cardboard box I’m filling for the post office. I’ve gotten way more done than I thought I would. It’s nice being ahead of schedule. The Christmas rush is over for me. Any orders placed for the rest of the year will go out in early January.
I guess that’s what happens when you can’t sleep and you work through the night. Work is the only thing that’s keeping me out of my own head right now.
It’s either that or drive myself crazy trying to figure out what exactly happened in my workshop with weird Santa.
I swear I keep hearing jingle bells. It’s why I ran out of Mac’s house so quickly in a panic. I reach up and touch my lips, thinking about the kiss Mac laid on me. The man kissed me as though he were starved for me. My whole body lit up like a Christmas tree.
For a brief moment, my mind had blanked, and I’d forgotten about everything. Imagine a kiss so consuming it makes you forget about accidentally killing Santa. That’s how good it was. His lips felt as if they were always meant to be on mine. It seemed so natural to kiss him.
The way he held me made me feel small and delicate in his arms. Then came the sound of those stupid bells. I close my eyes and tell myself this isn't happening. There was no man in my garage, and definitely not Santa. But if that’s true, where had the hat come from? Mac’s suggestion that I dropped the hat when I pulled out the decorations makes sense.
Crap. I realize I left the hat at Mac’s house. I guess I can use that as an excuse to go over there later.
My doorbell chimes, breaking me from my thoughts. I pull off my gloves, toss them onto my work bench, and head for the front door. I smile when I look out the peephole and see Mac’s giant chest. It’s all I can see. I step back and look at myself in the mirror, then pull my hair down from my ponytail and try to fluff it. I think I only make it worse.
“Lil bit. Are you okay?” I hear him say before he rings the bell again.
I decide my hair looks as good as it’s going to get. I grab the repaired door handle and pull it open.
“Hi!” I give him a big smile but drop it some when I think about how the girls in school said my teeth were too big. Before I know what’s happening, he’s wrapping an arm around me and pulling me in for a kiss.
I gasp, surprised for a moment but then quickly recover. Next thing I know I’m digging my fingers into his chest and deepening the kiss. My tongue swirls around with his as I get lost in him. I hear something fall but can’t find a reason to care. Instead, I wrap myself tighter around Mac.
He lets out a groan that rolls through my body and goes straight to my clit. My back hits something, and I realize I’m rubbing myself against him. His very hard cock is pressing into me. That’s what I’m using to get my own pleasure. My need is growing by the second.