Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Fuck it. I’m not wearing foundation today. I feel my cheeks burning up like hell.
Her smile turns into a full on grin.
“It’s so good to see him like this,” she tells me. “Honestly, I’ve been waiting to see him find happiness for a long, long time. You must be one special elf, put it that way.”
I don’t know what to say or do. My heart is racing, as though I’ve committed a crime, because she knows we’ve got something going on. She sees it.
“I hope you feel the same way about him,” she says. “He’s one of the most incredible men you could ever know. And if it wasn’t for my husband, well.” She swats my arm. “He’s quite a dish, isn’t he? I hope you appreciate being Santa’s baby, because there would be a queue longer than this one to get a chance at that.”
I’ve no doubt about that.
Thank fuck the break is over before I get more of a grilling from her. I’m back to Rudolph chatter and singsongs, and I try to play it as casual as possible in front of Jen and Evelyn when Santa takes some time out for a coffee. It’s no bloody wonder Jen cottoned on though, because he can’t stop looking at me, and I can’t stop looking at him. My heart flutters, and the butterflies soar, and I’m so fucking glad I braved my fears enough to join him at the grotto today, because it beats anything I could have done back at his place. A million times over.
It’s not just because of him, though.
It’s because of the kids, too.
The joy on their faces, and the sound of their laugher, and the way they are so happy to speak to me. So excited to see the amazing Santa.
There is no point hiding the truth from myself any longer. My guard has been up so high for so long that it’s touched the sky, but now it’s breaking. Crumbling.
I want to be Mrs Santa, not just his elf. I want to have Santa’s babies, and build a family with the stunning, charitable, dirty, powerful, loving Reuben Sinclair. Screw proposals, and a life filled with smut for cash, I’ve had my filthy fill.
All I want for Christmas – is him.
“You are an absolute superstar of an elf, I hope you know that,” he says as soon as we’re back at the car. “I caught sight of you, singing and chatting with the kids. It was magical.”
I feel so proud of myself, it’s ridiculous, and so hot for him, it’s insane.
“Yeah, it was pretty cool. I liked it.”
He grins as he reverses out of the parking space.
“Cool enough that you’ll come back here with me tomorrow?”
Fuck the charade, I laugh out loud.
“Cool enough that I’ll come back every day to elf it up with you, how’s that sound?”
“Now that sounds magical. Thank you.”
“On one condition,” I say, and hold up a finger.
“Go on.”
“You give me the fuck you promised me earlier. I’m gagging for it, Santa.”
“Don’t worry about that, my sweet elf princess.” He gives me a side eye that sets my clit on fire. “You’ve been on the nice list all day. It’s time to get real fucking naughty when we get home.”
Home.
Yeah. Home is where the heart is.
And mine belongs at Reuben’s.
22
TIFFANY
I’m absolutely gagging for it when Reuben opens the door. I’m prepared to rip off my clothes and get right down to the filthy action as soon as we’re in the hall, but Reuben hangs up his coat and takes off his brogues. Cool, calm, collected.
“Hungry?” he asks, and walks through to the kitchen.
“Hungry?” I laugh. “I’m fucking ravenous. But not for dinner. For dick.”
I catch up with him at the fridge, and wrap my arms around him from behind, sliding my hands down to his crotch, but he doesn’t react to my advances. He simply turns to me with a raised eyebrow.
“You have to eat something first. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“Not true. I had at least six cookies.” My hands move to his tie. “I’m sure I’ll cope.”
He takes my hands and stills them, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. He’s still in Santa mode. I see it in his eyes. Such care.
“Six cookies aren’t enough for the energy you’ll need when I fuck you into another dimension later. Eat, then I’ll fuck you senseless, I promise.”
I’m not giving up. I pull my hands free and go back for his cock.
“You promised you’d fuck me senseless when we got home. And now here we are. Home.” I flash him a dirty grin. “So fuck me senseless now please, Santa.”
He tips my chin up and looks me in the eyes. “You’ve been on your feet all day, helping like a star performer from the very moment we arrived at the grotto. Eat, please. Enjoy some calm before the storm.”