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For anyone who’s ever picked up a romance book and unlocked a new kink along the way. Happy Santa season!
The man is fucking gorgeous, and my eyes haven’t even made it past his torso yet.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to get out of here. I also need to get a grip.
What is happening to me? What is this? There’s not a chance in the world that I’m attracted to this man in a Santa suit.
I can’t even begin to process it as I face the entrance to the grotto and see the real problem: Henry and I, inside a dark, ten-by-ten room, alone, while he’s dressed like that and I, apparently, am losing my fucking mind.
But not one of those things excuses what I’m about to do. I swirl the white wine around my glass and narrow my eyes at my laptop. My favorite porn site stares at me from the screen. Blowing out a breath, I drain the glass. “Fuck it,” I mutter, pulling the laptop closer and typing one word into the search box: Santa.
Get it girl
She’s dazzling. Her hair is golden blonde and falls past her shoulders, in a messy way that looks intentional. Her green eyes are framed with smudged brown shadow, her cheeks rosy pink and covered in gold shimmer.
“What do you want for Christmas? You’re getting an extra special present for coming home this year.” I open my mouth to protest but close it before anything spills out. There’s only one want on my list right now, and asking Noelle would be wholly inappropriate. But she did say she owes me. What’s the harm in asking? “I’d like permission to seduce your uncle, please.”
“Please let me help, sugar.”
“Does that work for you?”
“What?”
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“I can see how it would work.”
I fold the note and tuck it in my wallet, making a mental pros and cons list. Cons: she’s twenty-eight, we work together, and she’s practically family. Pros: I really fucking want to.
I might be toiling over our age difference, but she’s twenty-eight. She’s an adult. She knows what she wants, and if my age doesn’t bother her, why should it bother me? I have to stop beating myself up for wanting her and give her some damn credit.
I can’t even wrap my head around the fact we’re doing this. I’m here, in Wintermore, with Noelle’s uncle’s tongue in my mouth. He’s dressed like fucking Santa Claus, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
“You better keep riding me, sugar. I haven’t had nearly enough of those filthy words spilling out of your lips. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such a pretty mouth cursing so much.”
“I want you to make a mess of me, Rora. I want to feel your perfect cunt dripping all over me as you fall apart, getting good and ready for me to fuck you goddamn senseless after. You think you can do that for me, sugar?”
“I’ll do anything for you,”
“Good girl,”
“I want you to come in because I want you, Henry. One night was never going to be enough, no matter how much I tried to tell myself it was.”
And I’ve never wanted to stop time more than I do right now. I want to stay here, in this moment, for as long as I can, wrapped around Rora, just like it should be.
“Do you have a place like this? Somewhere you can just be?” I can see it on my face on the tiny screen; I found it. And it turns out it’s not a place after all. It’s her.
I don’t get the chance to process that before the front door opens, Henry’s warm laugh washing over me like a ray of sunshine. My eyes are drawn to him the second he walks in the room, his smile making my heart race, as always.
I may or may not have made a concoction out of a bunch of Bath & Bodyworks Christmas body sprays until I found something that somewhat resembles Henry’s scent: pine, chocolate, candy cane, and cinnamon. I spray it on my pillow every night, which is arguably one of the most insane things I’ve ever done. But Henry bought several bottles of my favorite lotion before he left because he said he’d miss how I smelled, and I’ve watched him use said lotion to get off every couple of days since, so at least we’re on the same level of unhinged.
“When you love someone like we love each other, dreams are a shared thing, and it doesn’t feel like you’re losing anything when you leave things behind to watch the person you love live their dreams.”
