Page 38 of Unwrapped

“I ain’t no charity case,” the boy sneers.

“Why you stealin’ kid?” Santa’s voice is gruff.

“None of your business.” The kid knees Santa’s package catching him off guard.

“Motherfucker!” He roars, falling to his knees in the know, cupping his balls.

The boy is free and takes off.

I place a hand on his bar shoulder covered in ink. “You okay?”

“No.”

My eyes travel down his cut arms, tatted biceps and peek over his broad back. This is one sexy AF Santa. Whoever this man is. I push back a lock of white plastic hair that fell in front of his cheek.

Startled by my gentle touch, he lifts his face. “Thank you.” My praise comes out sounding like a moan as my hand slides down his jaw and cups his chin over the beard.

“What was Santa doing in the back alley? Hiding?”

“He nods. Those women in the Senior Center have really lost their minds. Their hands were all over me. A few even copped a feel other kept pinching my cheeks. These ones,” he points to his ass.

My brow rises, “Well it is rather nice.” My eyes rove over him from head-to-toe, showing him how much I appreciate every inch of his muscular, tatted body. My eyes trail the twisted vine tattoo on his bicep that covers his arm and disappears onto his back.

A wicked gleam glints in his eyes. He stands, stalking forward, moving me back between him and the brick wall. “I think you owe Santa a thank you for catching your thief.”

“I already said, thank you.”

“Actions speak louder than words…”

I gasp as his head lowers. My eyes flutter shut as his lips somehow manage to find mine through the fake beard.

I moan clutching his broad shoulders as his mouth slants over mine again and again. I move my hips, allowing his to snuggle closer. He groans in satisfaction as the hard bulge between his legs presses up against my heat. It’s a kiss.

The kind of I’ve been craving. He’s rugged. Manly. Taking what he wants greedily as his tongue and mouth dominates mine. My hands move up to his wig, pulling it off. His mouth lifts, “Don’t.”

He rests his forehead on mind as we both pant. His hands find mine, pinning my wrists above my head. His lips move to my ear, “I think you found trouble, cupcake. More than you can handle,” he presses into me briefly before pulling away.

I’m still recovering from his kiss as he picks up his discarded Santa top and puts it back on. He frowns at me, his eyes no longer dancing. Now they’re filled with something else…something dark that looks like…disdain?

“Are you married? Did you just cheat on someone?” My eyes reluctantly travel from the cotton clinging to his abs to his ring finger.

He shakes his head. “What did you expect carrying a Louis Vuitton purse and parading around in that coat? You made yourself the biggest target since Harry Lincoln picked his nose and wet his pants during field day in ninety-three.”

“I like being stylish. It makes me feel good.” I raise my chin.

“Oh yeah, while making everyone else around you feel bad? Did you enjoy having every man’s married or not eyes glued to your tight body? You made every woman in town feel like they weren’t good enough.”

“I was wearing this coat. No one could see my ‘tight body.’ The only one who had his eyes glued to me was you. Besides, you’re the one taking off clothes.” I cross my arms over my chest still tasting him. I swipe my tongue over my swollen lips watching as his eyes follow the movement and his fists clench.

“I was hot,” he grumbles putting on the red felt hat.

“You look ridiculous.”

“So? You still kissed me.”

“A momentary lapse of judgement.”

“Is that so?” His lips twitch as he comes closer.

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