Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
We’re heading to our Vermont home for the Christmas holidays as soon as this is done. Linda is so excited to see her grandkids. She spoils them rotten.
Willow and Chris live on the same street, so it should be a lot of fun like always. The kids love playing with their cousins, and I adore Willow and Chris. I’m really looking forward to it. Not to mention the nights with Quinn…
“Look at, Daddy!” Evy says with a big smile on her face when we’re walking down the hall. He’s in the office surrounded by kids.
I stop and smile at my amazing man. He’s dressed as a sexy Santa, as if a hot, fit young Santa was dressed up for a night on the town. He looks good.
His assistant Cassie and her husband are both dressed up as elves by his side, handing out gifts as well.
The kids run ahead, and I follow them slowly, keeping my eyes on the hot boss. I’m going to make him bring that red suit to Vermont. I want to role-play as Mrs. Clause once everyone is asleep. I’ll be his ho ho ho.
His face lights up when he sees me. I love seeing that. It makes me feel like the most special girl in the whole world.
“Jemma Taylor,” he calls out in his Santa voice when he spots me. He waves me over with his white glove. “Come sit on Santa’s lap.”
“Awwww,” the kids whine as I butt in line.
I feel bad for them, almost. Santa is mine after all. I get first dibs.
“Do you have a present for me, Santa?” I ask in a flirty voice.
He holds me on his lap, grinning at me under that fake beard. “I do, but you’ll get it later tonight,” he whispers. My whole body gets all shivery. “I can’t wait to unwrap it.”
“Keep it clean, Santa,” Cassie grumbles beside him.
“You’re a naughty Santa,” I whisper as I kiss his bearded cheek. “My favorite kind of Santa.”
I hop off and let the kids have a turn, but I keep my heated eyes on him the entire time.
I’m so in love with this man. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
I don’t even want to think where I’d be if he hadn’t burst into my life like a Christmas miracle.
Luckily, I don’t have to know.
I just get to enjoy the time we have, in Vermont, over Christmas, with my wonderful family, and my very naughty Santa.
EPILOGUE
Quinn
Twenty Years Later…
“How does it look?” Jemma asks as she scrutinizes the dining room table. It’s all set up for Christmas dinner with our fancy holiday plates, crystal wine glasses, and fun poppers for our many grandkids.
I slide up behind her and grab her hips. “It looks ready to feast on,” I say as I kiss her neck. “Just like you.”
She giggles and tries to squirm out of my grip. “You’re going to have to wait until after dinner when everyone leaves to feast on your dessert.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan, mouth watering as I imagine feasting on what my girl has to offer.
“Or, I could sweep all this onto the floor, toss you onto the table, and ravage you right now,” I growl, getting hard.
She gasps when she feels my erection digging into her ass.
“What do you think of that plan?” I ask as I slide my hand up her stomach and grip her breast. She moans as her head rolls back, eyes closed, thinking about it…
“We can put a sign on the door that says Christmas is canceled,” I say as I kiss her neck.
“You’re such a grinch,” she says, rubbing that sweet ass on my cock.
“And you’re such a tease,” I say as I massage her tits.
Her mischievous little hand slides down and she starts rubbing my hard shaft.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she says as she rubs her palm up and down my length. “Leave my table alone and I’ll let you join me in the shower.”
I don’t try to negotiate. I just pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and hurry upstairs while she giggles the whole way.
I’m rock hard and ready for my girl.