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)
“Since you’re staring right at my cock, why don’t you just come ride it instead?”
“Merry Christmas Eve to you too…”
“Are you Christmas? Because I want to Merry you.”
I laughed. “You’re the reason Santa even has a naughty list. Now, you need to cover yourself. I have an appointment for a massage this morning that I can’t get out of. They should be here any minute.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“Relax, Mr. Saint Clair. Your office staff has gotten me a massage every Christmas Eve morning for the past couple of years because they know what tomorrow brings.”
“I never understood why everyone had to work on Christmas Day when they should be with their families.”
“Because Christmas, Mr. Grinch, is about giving, not receiving, and that’s what this town stands for.”
“You’ve had no problem receiving all the orgasms I’ve so generously been giving you.”
“See…” I baited. “Look how great you are at the giving, and you will be all about the giving tomorrow when you help me in my bakery.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Oh, yes.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “We have lots of cookies to bake.”
“As long as there isn’t a raisin in sight, we won’t have a problem.”
I grabbed Max out of his arms. “Your daddy does not like raisins.”
Shit…
It just slipped out.
“I mean… I didn’t—”
He stood, placing his fingers over my mouth. “I like it when you call me daddy.”
My mouth dropped open.
Reaching for Max, he started backing him away when he added, lifting Max in the air. “This is a good place to start.”
With that, he simply turned and left.
We stayed at his house, and I texted the therapist, telling them I was next door and to come there instead. After I undressed and wrapped a blanket around my body, I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I tried preparing for my massage by relaxing in the warm water, which felt amazing on my sore muscles for a few minutes.
Nicholas was definitely giving me one hell of a workout. My body was sore in places I didn’t even know one could be sore. Once I was dry, I rubbed some face cream, threw on a robe, and then made my way back into the living room.
I smiled when I saw the massage table ready for me near his Grinch tree. It was perfect. The lights were shining. I loved it. Last night went amazing with this family, and I couldn’t have been happier for him. They all seemed ready to leave the past behind them and move to a healthier place where they could be a loving family again.
I knew how much they missed him. How much they regretted how everything went down between them. I hated that they spent all those years worrying about him and not being able to do much about it.
I tossed my robe on one of the couches, then settled onto the table with the blanket covering the lower half of my body.
“I’m ready!” I shouted, assuming they were in the bathroom, getting prepared.
Moments later, I heard footsteps coming toward me.
“My neck and shoulders are killing me, but so are my lower back and inner thighs,” I informed. “I prefer a firm hand too. Don’t be afraid to get in there deep. I can take it.” I closed my eyes the second I felt their hands on my shoulders. “Oh, gosh…” I quietly moaned. “That feels perfect.”
I was in my own little world, where all my senses were alert and aching around me. I could tell I had a male massage therapist based on how big his hands were. He eased his way down my back, and I couldn’t help it. I groaned again.
I was one of those women who was a bit vocal when she received a massage. I wasn’t expecting to feel that much intensity from him touching me, but his hands were wonderful, only leaving a trail of heat that awakened my body with his strong movements.
He worked my neck for a bit before moving toward my lower back. I didn’t say anything when he slid the blanket down to the middle of my butt cheeks, thinking he was going to work that area. He did, kneading with his knuckles at first. It wasn’t until he began sliding the blanket farther down my ass that I felt a little too comfortable with him.
I opened my eyes, seeing his feet.
I recognize those feet.
Since he wanted to pretend he was a massage therapist, I was going to give him one hell of a performance.
“Your hands feel amazing,” I practically moaned. “I’ve never had hands like this before.”
I lightly whimpered when he dug his knuckle into the knot on my neck. I smiled to myself. I was getting to him.
“Do you think you could work my inner thighs? I’m super sore there.”
He did, getting close to my core.