Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Your elf costume would say otherwise.” I let my gaze rake down her tight velvet dress to her striped tights and back up again. When our eyes connect, there’s an audible sizzle in the air.
Okay, so that was probably the chef at the stir fry station behind us adding oil to his pan, but still…
I want to touch her so badly. I want to cup her face in my hands and tell her how beautiful she is, to kiss every freckle on her nose, to curl my hand around her thigh beneath the table and squeeze, a silent promise that as soon as we’re alone, I’ll touch her in all the places she likes best.
A few of which I’m acquainted with already…
Back in September, we kept our clothes on, but even through her tight sweater, I could tell how much Dipsy loved nipple play. I’ve jerked off at least a dozen times to the memory of her squirming in my lap, whispering how good my hands felt on her breasts. I wake from dreams of her nipples tight on my tongue at least once a week and would gladly donate all two million dollars of my profits from the Clyde doll to charity in exchange for an hour with my mouth on her bare skin.
I know I could drive her wild, give her the pleasure she’s been missing, prove to her that our chemistry is something too intense to be denied.
Dipsy exhales, her lips so close to mine that I can feel her breath warm on my chin. “Yeah, well, they’ll probably find my suitcase soon. Then I can change.”
“Unless the person who took it by accident is already on a plane to Orlando.”
“No, not Orlando,” she whispers theatrically. “Anywhere but Orlando.”
“What’s wrong with Orlando?” the scruffy man next to us says in a sleep rough voice. He sucks in a snort through his large nose and sits up straighter in his chair, adjusting the lump beneath his red and green holiday sweater. “I’m an Orlando original. Born and raised.”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong with it,” Dipsy says, beaming one of her irresistible smiles his way. “I was just joking. Though Orlando is pretty far away from where I’m headed tonight, so it would be sad if my luggage ended up there.”
The man snorts again and swallows a wad of something I don’t want to think about. “None of us are going anywhere tonight. This Yankee weather is a shit show. If I make it home, I’m never leaving The Sunshine State in December again. Thank God I have Gavin here to keep me calm, or I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep. Thinking about taking off tomorrow in five inches of snow and ice crusted on the wings is enough to give a man indigestion.” He pats the lump beneath his sweater again.
This time, it pats back, a tiny hand pressing up on the fabric before the creature burrows closer to his chest with a soft chirping sound.
Beside me, Dipsy’s eyes widen. “Gavin? And Gavin is…a long, skinny bird?”
The man’s faded gray eyes crinkle at the edges. “Nope.” His smile stretches wider as he lifts the bottom of his sweater, revealing the tip of a scaled tail. “Gator. And a real good boy, just like his mama. Sheila had to stay home this time, though. She gets sick to her stomach sitting on my lap on a plane, and holiday flights are too expensive to buy an extra seat.” He strokes Gavin again from head to tail. “But this little guy’s still a baby. Small enough to tuck in a cat carrier and cuddle under daddy’s shirt. Ain’t that right, Gavin?”
The alligator chirps again, a surprisingly sweet sound that nevertheless has Dipsy gripping my hand tight enough to make my knuckles ache beneath the table.
“Great,” she says in a strained voice. “That’s…really great.” She turns to me with wide eyes, mouthing, “I need to leave the area. Immediately.”
I nod and glance past her to our new friend. “Well, good luck. And safe travels. We’re going to go grab something from the bar. How’s the hot toddy?” I ask, nodding toward the empty mug with the cinnamon stick sticking out of it on the table near his elbow.
He grunts. “Not bad. They weren’t stingy with the whiskey, but I could use another. Hard to sleep with all these kids running around screaming their heads off. Back when I was a kid, my mama would box our ears if we started caterwauling like that in public.”
“I’m sure they’ll quiet down soon,” Dipsy says. “And we can order another drink for you while we’re at the bar.”
“Well, thank you kindly, ma’am,” the man says, visibly perking up as he takes a closer look at Dipsy. “You’re the sweetest elf I’ve seen today. Nearly as cute as that girl on the news. As soon as she came on the screen, the hellions settled down for a few minutes and listened up. They were glued to those tips for spotting Santa, I tell you.”