Page 69 of The Santa Rules
“But I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay and help with the glitter.”
I give Lucy an apologetic look, and she winks at me then glances at Hardy. “I’ll let the girls know you can’t make it.” She walks out, and I turn back to my flat, picking up my brush and dipping it in the paint when Hardy walks over.
“Avery goes to bed at eight.”
“Seems like a reasonable bedtime for a six-year-old, but it’s not a school night. You could live a little, Hardy.”
He lowers his voice. “What I’m saying is I won’t miss any time with Avery if we go after she’s asleep. Maggie can come over in case she wakes up, and we can have grown-up time.”
“Oh? Oh!”
“I swear to everything holy, if I can’t taste you tonight, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I say, a smile crooking one side of my face as I try to pretend that I’m only interested in what I’m painting in front of me. When now, all I can think about is his mouth on me teasing, his hands groping me and spanking me while he fills me up with his fat cock.
“Your ears turn red when you’re horny too,” he whispers.
I grab one, attempting to hide it from him. “They do not!”
“You’re right, they don’t. But now I know you’re horny too.”
My head falls back in laughter as he walks over to help Avery with her painting. For the next two hours, he’s a man on a mission, working on overdrive to get things done so we can get Avery to bed and have a parents’ night out.
I text the girls that I’m coming to the party late, and Hardy and I decide to have him pick me up once Avery’s asleep.
My sweet neighbor Cora agreed to hang out at the house with Isaac so he won’t be alone, and she’s fixing herself a cup of decaf when Hardy knocks on the door. I thank her again and grab the box I made for Hardy.
When I open the door, I can’t help but take him in from head to toe. He is easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. “You’re not wearing an ugly sweater.”
“This is the first Christmas season that I haven’t lived in a firehouse, so my wardrobe choices are limited.”
“You have two options: We can stop and get you a sweater, or you can carry this around all night.” I hold up a square white box, wrapped up with a beautiful red bow.
“Since we aren’t going to be at this party for long, I’ll take the box.”
“An excellent choice.”
“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” he says, examining the package. “And what is this hole for?” He shakes the box, and it starts vibrating.
“Since you don’t have an ugly sweater—and trust me, you don’t want to show up without one—I made you a makeshift costume. All you have to do is hold that box in front of your crotch.”
He lifts the corner to peek inside. “Is this what I think it is?”
“It’s a dick in a box! Like the SNL skit. Well, it’s a vibe in a box. I didn’t think you’d want to put your actual dick in a box.”
“It’s purple. People are going to think that I have an alien dick.”
“Oh no, those have way more tentacles and doodads according to some books I’ve read.”
“What?” he asks, looking like he’s seen a ghost.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He holds up the vibrator in one hand, easily covering most of it with his large palm. “It’s kinda small, don’t you think?”
“That’s actually pretty average. You, sir, are larger than most.”
“Can’t say I don’t love hearing that.”
