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“Will we bring some cookies to share?”
Parker looked at me stunned. “Hell, no. These are for us. I’m gonna eat ‘em up.” He dabbed flour on the tip of my nose.
“Me, too!” I danced a little circle around him. “I’m glad I get to see you as Santa again. It’s so real.”
“I’m happy you enjoy it.”
“Can I sit in your lap again?” I asked.
“You’ll have to get in line, baby boy.”
I pouted and stomped my foot. “I want you all to myself.”
“I don’t like to share, either, but when I’m working, you’ll have to deal with it.”
I went toward him. “But you’re still my one and only Santa.” I put my arms around him, getting cookie dough and flour all over his apron and the back of his shirt.
Parker embraced me in return. “You never have to worry about that.”
I tilted my head back for a kiss. He gave it to me. Lush and fervent. His eyes glinted when we broke apart.
I grinned up at him. “Daddy, can we do the icing part now?”
He kissed me on the forehead, making me dizzy. “They have to bake in the oven first.”
“Okay.”
Parker had bought a lot of things to do the icing right. Squeeze packs. Food coloring. Neither of us had baked many iced cookies before, so he read the instructions to me, and I tried to follow them. I ended up getting icing all over my apron and hands and face, while Parker laughed so long we almost ended up burning our first cookie batch.
I loved learning to make icing designs on the cookies. My first ones were a mess. But I finally managed to ice a decent looking Santa with a red cap, white beard and brown eyes.
I held it out to Parker. “This one’s special for you.”
Parker took it and set it aside. “I love it. I’ll keep it forever.”
“How? Aren’t you going to eat it?”
“This one I’ll freeze.”
I stood with my hands behind my back and turning my body back and forth. I’d done something right.
Hopefully, my other plan would be right, too. I was expecting a delivery today at any time.
After everything Parker had planned for us, from decorating the house and tree, ice skating, shopping, and meals out, Iwanted to do something for him. He loved caring for me; it was what he wanted. I let him do that and it made him happy. And me happy, as well. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t give other things to show my affection—quickly growing to love—in return.
I only hoped he liked what I’d planned.
The kitchen filled the smells of sweets baking. It had snowed again overnight, adding to what was already sticking on the ground.
Last night had been amazing. I was still giddy. We didn’t really discuss it. We woke together, kissing and cuddling, but even though I got hard again, Parker insisted we get up and face the day.
I didn’t whine. I was being good. But I wanted him so much that every so often as I thought about him having me all the way, I could barely breathe.
Tonight would be a late night. Parker would work the party until one a.m. We’d be too tired to do anything. But maybe tomorrow. I would prep myself. Use the secret butt plug I had hidden away and wear it for him without him knowing until he found it himself.
I had a couple fun scenarios all worked out in my mind. Maybe I would tell him I was chafing at my hole and needed it checked. With cream. Or maybe I would simply let him undress me, bend over as if to pick up my clothes and let him discover it that way. There was no way if I had my ass to him and bending my body that he would be able to avert his gaze. Nope. He’d look all right. And he’d see the gleaming purple jewel at the base of the plug.
I giggled softly to myself.
