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I’m not sure Jesus had this in mind when he preached about goodwill to your fellow man.
She’s wearing a low-cut red button-up blouse that immediately puts me in the holiday spirit.
Older men never really did it for me. Not until Mick Weller. He checks all my boxes, and I’d love nothing more than for him to invade my box with that tool in his pants.
“Have I told you how absolutely stunning you look tonight?” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath caressing my neck and breaking me out in goosebumps.
“Baby, when I cross the line with you, you’re damn sure going to know it.”
“I’m a casualty of divorce.”
He was a blind date turned stage four clinger. We were one conversation away from upping that to a stage five.
I’d say we just crossed that line. And I damn sure know it.
With a groan, I pull away, putting some much-needed distance between us. If I don’t, I’m likely to start undressing her right here. Since this fundraiser is for the children’s hospital, they may frown on public fornication on the dance floor.
“She’s welcome to call me Daddy, although it’s not a requirement.” “It’s not a requirement for what?” Tessa chuckles, and the poor guy genuinely looks confused. I lean forward, angling away from Tessa, and whisper, “For when I’m between her legs eating her pussy and destroying her for little boys like you.”
I can’t believe I told Mick Weller I wanted him for a night. I can’t believe he took me back to his penthouse apartment. His penthouse. His penthouse that overlooks downtown Nashville.
Let them see.
No smooth-faced boy will ever do it for me again. Once you go stubble, nothing else is worth the trouble.
“Do you like knowing they can look up at any moment and see you? Do you want them to know I’m fucking you? That you’re mine?”
“What’s that, baby girl? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Twas the night before Christmas, and I fucked my assistant in my house. My dick is no longer stirring… I’ve got nothing that rhymes with house and mouse doesn’t sound right.”
I smile even though my stomach twists. Not done with me yet. But he will be done with me soon. By the time the sun rises, and Santa makes his way back to the North Pole, I’ll be back at home alone with nothing but the memory of what he felt like between my thighs.
I now have two addictions this holiday season: white peppermint mochas and Tessa.
This has been the best Christmas I’ve had. Even better than the year I got my first bicycle, and that thing had lights around the wheels. But it’s got nothing on Tessa’s smile and everything else that makes her uniquely her.
