Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He scoffed, snapping back around. With his hands fisted at his sides, he left. I wouldn’t normally kiss and tell, but someone needed to get him off his high horse, and I had no problem being the man who knocked his ass off.
“What was that about?” Noelle asked, walking toward me.
I ignored her question and asked my own. “You ready to go? I think I’ve been punished enough for the night.”
“But look how happy you made everyone.” She smirked. “Including all the press. The board will be happy you’re taking your new role seriously.”
“Dressed like Santa Claus, the irony.”
She laughed. “Admit it, you had fun.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
I grabbed her hand, nodding above me, and she instantly looked up, realizing there was a mistletoe there.
Without thinking twice about it, I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her as if we weren’t in front of the whole town. I didn’t want anyone to be mistaken about what was happening between us, especially since I needed to keep other dicks away.
Literally.
I pecked her one last time, leaning my forehead on hers as snow slowly started to fall on our heads.
“Now for the real question.” I asked, “Do you want to sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?”
Her lips parted against mine, and she softly panted, “Tis the season…”
And I didn’t waver. I spoke with conviction, “To fall for you.”
CHAPTER 15
NICHOLAS
Ichuckled, shaking my head, grabbing her by the waist and making her squeal when she tried to walk by me in my bedroom after changing in the bathroom.
“Did you think you could walk by me without me touching you? Especially when you’re wearing that.”
“It’s a dress.”
“It’s a shirt you wear as a dress.”
“I have a tiny torso.”
“You have a tiny everything. That tight little pussy of yours could tempt a saint.”
She turned to face me, cocking her head to the side and placing her hands on my chest. I leaned forward like I was going to kiss her, but at the last second, I clicked my teeth together like I was going to bite her.
“Are you trying to provoke me?”
“It depends. Is it working?”
“So you want to ride my sleigh tonight?”
She looked down at her watch. “I guess I could fit you in, but Santa, is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She played coy.
We took the puppy for a walk, and it was almost midnight. I still hadn’t changed out of my outfit.
“I don’t know, Elle. Why don’t you get on your knees and come find out, so you can empty Santa’s sack?”
“But… it’s not Christmas yet.”
“Elle, unlike Santa, I come more than once a year.”
She giggled, twirling a strand of her long hair, and it was still the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Noelle knew exactly the role she wanted to play in this perverted Christmas fantasy.
“But what would the elves say?”
If anything, she taunted me with her long lashes.
Kissing down the side of her neck, I moved my fingers onto her bare inner thigh, making her moan in approval. My fingers skimmed higher and higher up her long, silky skin.
She sucked in a breath, anticipating my next move as I continued my gentle torture for a few more seconds. I inched closer and closer to where she wanted me to touch her the most.
“Stand up.” She did, cocking her head to the side and backing away a bit.
“Take your dress off for me,” I ordered, leaning on the back of my hands to enjoy the show that was Noelle Woods.
She reached for the hem.
“Slower.”
She slowly lifted her dress over her creamy thighs, and I rubbed my fingers over my mouth, already tasting her on my tongue. She threw her dress on the floor and stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Turn for me.”
She did.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, loud enough for her to hear.
She reached for her bra and took that off too.
“Be careful, Santa, or Mrs. Claus may come down your chimney.”
I grinned, pulling her to me. Within seconds, I was lying on top of her. I purposely trailed my callused fingers down the slit of her pussy.
“I prefer to give rather than receive. After all, I am Santa. I’m used to going all night.” Lightly brushing my fingertips farther down her slit, I slowly slid her panties to the side. “Feels like Mrs. Claus is having a very wet Christmas.”
She panted, “Right there.” She tried to glide her tongue into my mouth, but I jerked back, not allowing her the satisfaction.
At least, not yet.
She whimpered in disapproval, craving my mouth.
My tongue.
My taste against hers.
Her pussy betrayed her, tightening around my fingers.
“Where, baby? Here?” Her wetness slipped down the palm of my hand, coating the sleeve of my Santa suit.