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)
“You’re right. I don’t know you. I don’t see your gorgeous smile in my sleep. I don’t hear that ridiculous giggle you have when I’m away from you. I don’t see those dark brown eyes every time I close mine.” I leaned in a little closer so she could feel my breath against her lips.
Her breathing hitched, and her eyes dilated. All it would take was for me to kiss her and bite that bottom lip that had me hard just staring at it.
I didn’t.
I wanted her…
Needed her…
To come to me.
“I’m pretty sure I know you. I know exactly who you are.”
She licked her lips, trying to conceal the smile from my examples that described her to a T.
“Any more doubts I can clear up for you, Elle?”
I swept her hair away from her face, and the mere touch of her cheek against my fingers restrained me from the impulse to back her up into the wall and remind her of who she belonged to.
Her resolve was breaking again. It was written all over her beautiful face. I never expected what happened next.
Not in a million years.
NOELLE
“Noelle, you gotta be messing with me,” he let out, holding up a heap of red velvet that was suddenly on his chest. Cocking his head to the side, he stared at me with no trace of amusement in his bright green eyes.
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t fall into a fit of giggles.
With the most believable serious expression I could muster, I cleared my throat and replied, “Oh, come on, it’s for the kids, and it’s not that bad. I even called in a few favors. You’re wearing one of Santa’s suits, so you could be the best Santa.” Smiling wide, I gave him one hell of a smirk.
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.
“Oh… you think this is funny, do you?”
Straightening up, I once again cleared my throat. “No. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you.”
“I’m not fucking laughing, Elle.”
I choked back another chuckle. “I’m laughing for both of us. You may not think this is funny right now, but it’s one of those situations you’ll look back on later and think it was hilarious.”
“Hilarious, my ass. What I do find funny is the fact”—he pointed a stiff finger at the suit lying beside me—“you think I’m actually going to wear that.”
“This is the only way I’ll go with you.”
“Hate to break it to you, but the kids aren’t going to believe I’m Santa.”
“Maybe the older kids won’t, but the younger ones will.”
“This doesn’t make me happy.”
“Christmas Eve is in two days, and you know the kids will be so excited to see Santa in the crowd. Plus, it’ll make me happy, and I guess I could be one of Santa’s little helpers. Do you want me to dress up as Mrs. Claus?”
He bit out, “Then you’ll just have to jingle my balls so I can give your pretty face a white Christmas.”
NICHOLAS
This fucking suit.
I spent most of the night sweating my balls off while playing the part. All the while, I couldn’t stop thinking about Noelle’s tight, wet pussy coming on my face. So I willed my dirty mind to keep busy by interacting with a shitload of kids who were so happy Santa Claus showed up in the crowd. They took turns telling me what they wanted for Christmas.
By the end of the night, I was getting restless, checking the time every few minutes. I anxiously waited for the night to end with Noelle in my bed. I failed miserably at distracting myself from my throbbing cock, aching to be freed from these hot Santa pants.
It wouldn’t be much longer now. The parade was winding down, and soon, the kids would all be tucked into their beds, which was exactly what I wanted with my Mrs. Claus.
She was dressed in a Mrs. Claus getup, and I couldn’t keep my stare off her. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t piss me off that she was basically the belle of the ball. The number of men who surrounded her at any point in time was like a kick to my balls. I wasn’t the only guy fascinated by her, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them had actually gotten a chance with her.
Which led to more questions about how many men she’d slept with…
“Look at you,” Felix mocked, standing beside me while the parade flew by.
“Yeah,” I confidently responded. “There’s nothing I won’t do for my girl.”
He jerked back. “You’re here with Noelle?”
“Yeah,” I repeated. “We’re on a date.”
He narrowed his gaze at me. “Bullshit.”
“She’s sleeping in my bed tonight. And quite frankly, it’s none of your business, but since it’s obvious you like her…” I stepped toward him, stopping when our faces were inches apart. “She rode my face last night.” I smiled.