Page 18 of All I Wank for Christmas

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad I was tased.”

I sigh and scoot closer to her. I tentatively reach out and wipe a tendril of her dark hair back from where it’s stuck to her cheek, probably from rogue drool. “Yeah, I feel bad.” I put my hand over my heart. “I feel utterly fucking destroyed that I couldn’t get you out of the way in time.”

She raises her head and squints. “Wait. If you were trying to push me out of the way, that would have meant you’d get tased.”

“I would have taken it. One hundred percent. It’s my fault you’re here tonight. I needed help. But don’t for a second think I find you unattractive wrapped in aluminum foil. I could have asked an ugly elf to ride with me tonight. Part of me knew you’d be able to help. You’re also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Holly Hepperdine.”

“Are you using your yearly delivery as a first date, Jasper?” She tilts her head and blinks. “What’s your last name?”

“Nicholas.”

She laughs a little and mumbles, “Of course. How silly of me.”

“And yes, maybe I’m using this as a first date. I guess something in my brain wasn’t sure how I would have stomped into the massage place and asked you out, but this seems like a better option.”

“It’s definitely the weirdest date I’ve ever been on.”

“I aim for originality,” I say, tilting her chin up to look at me. The snow falls lightly on her face and gets stuck in her eyelashes as she stares at me. “I wanted to be someone you remember.”

She slides her hands up my chest. Even through the thick Santa suit, I tremble at her touch like I would if her hand was on my bare chest. I imagine that hand moving over my pecs, my nipples, and sliding down my abs until she reaches the cock she so expertly worked earlier today.

I can’t stand it any longer. I have to taste this woman. Consume her. I lean forward, and she welcomes me with open arms. Literally. Her arms wrap around my body as I press my forehead to her and run my nose against hers, testing if she’s OK with the proximity. She licks her lips, and the smallest part of her tongue hits my mouth since I’m so close to her. I whine at the feel of her and rub my lips together, trying to taste her from that small tongue flick.

She closes her eyes like she’s eating really good pie, and I know she’s fine with it. Her body is pliable and limp in my arms like I could do anything I want to her right now. Oh, the things I want to do to her. Sick things. Things involving every hole.

Her mouth on mine will do for now. I lean forward and press my lips to hers. As she parts her lips, we battle for dominance until she eventually gives up and lets me take control of the kiss. Our mouths mesh wildly as our hands explore. I run my thumbs up over her cheeks until her silky hair is in my fist, and her hands slide up my chest, around my neck, and fist my own hair as we pull against each other.

I come up for air and lick my lips, tasting her. “Did you have nog tonight?”

She smiles and touches my face. I lean into her palm. “Nog with a little vodka.”

“I love egg nog.”

She sputters a laugh, and I notice how her lips are swollen. I did that. I made her lips a wreck. Oh, how I want to wreck other parts of her. I want her hair a wild mess after I fuck her. I want her other lips swollen from being wrapped around my length. I want her to hold a bag of frozen peas against her pussy after a night with me, and I want her to smile about it and ask for more.

“You probably love all things Christmas, huh?” she asks, straightening her skirt that became bunched while we kissed. She flexes her legs, making sure they’re awake after the taser. “Let me guess. You even like peppermint bark.”

“And anything with coconut,” I say, sitting up in my seat and grabbing the reins. Having more fun with Holly and exploring her body will have to wait. “Don’t get me hard by mentioning bonbons. But that’s not important. Let’s get to the next house.”

Chapter 7

Holly

“Whichchilddoyouneed a toy for now?” I ask Jasper, trying to catch my breath.

Fuck, that taser hurt, but my body’s still reeling fromhim. That kiss was worth a hundred tasers. If he had only slid his hand up my ridiculous skirt, he would have felt exactly how much I enjoyed him. My panties and tights are uncomfortably wet, and I wish I could ball up my soaked tights and shove them in the console, trading them for something more comfortable.

“Remember when I said we aim for happiness for anyone that asks or believes?”

“Yeah,” I drawl. “Dear Lord, what now?”

“Well, this house always sends a letter. Every year. It’s the Tanners. They have different tastes, and I think my father just likes that they still ask for something. It’s cute. We always deliver. They’re adults that know there’s a Santa. They get something every year and keep asking.”

“You have to be kidding me.”

Jasper gestures over his shoulder toward the storage area. “Look for Darryl and Kristin Tanner.”

I give him a mock salute and lean back, digging through the present pile that I pulled when I found Madison Luther’s present. At the bottom of the pile, I find two presents. They’re tied together, but only one of the packages, a smaller one, is for Darryl. The other package, a long, rectangular box about a foot long, is for Kristin.

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