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“A promise I intend on keeping.” I give her ass a good slap.
That sends her giggling and shooting up the stairs ahead of me.
“Look at you!” she says from the landing.
I look down at myself, wondering if my growing cock has escaped my robe.
It hasn’t. Not yet, anyway.
“This,” she says.
When I look back up the stairs, the gorgeous Tiffany is grinning wide, pointing at her huge smile with both hands.
“I’ve never seen you smile like you are right now,” she says.
And she’s right, I’m grinning so wide, I must look like the Cheshire cat.
“Come on, Santa,” she says and whips off the hoodie, “Santa’s baby needs dressing.”
It’s my turn to go running up the stairs, still grinning as Tiffany casts the hoodie aside and runs giggling to the bedroom.
I’ve never rang in sick for the grotto before, but hell, it does cross my mind.
This amazing girl has got me hooked, and I intend on never letting her go.
21
TIFFANY
I’m wracked with nerves when Reuben pulls up at the mall. I take a deep breath as he puts his hand on my knee and gives it a squeeze.
“You ok? Looking forward to being an elf for the day?”
Part of me wants to be honest and say no, not in the slightest. Being around kids gives me the heebies. Especially the cute, curious ones at about six or seven years old, gripping their parents’ hands as they skip along, excited for Christmas.
My baby would have been six now, skipping along by my side.
Fate’s a bastard, though. It chewed me up and spat me out, and since then it’s been safer not to dream at all. To avoid horrific memories at all costs.
There is no way I’d be here now, about to be an elf, if it wasn’t for Reuben. In some ways I want to curse my dumbass soul for daring to believe.
“I’m cool,” I tell him. “It’ll be an experience. I’ve never played an elf before. Cats, yeah. Naughty daughters, playing up for theirdaddy, yeah. Even girls who get turned on by radiators.” Reuben laughs, and I laugh along with him. “For real, one guy loves radiators. The hotter the better.”
“I know. I read your proposals, remember?”
Proposals seem miles away. I have a shit ton of them stacking up in my notifications, but I’ve been ignoring every single one of them.
“Let’s do this,” I say, trying my best to sound happy about it.
He gets out of the car and I follow suit. “Does being Santa’s elf bring any perks?”
“You get free coffee and cookies,” he says, coming to stand next to me.
“I was thinking maybe a turn on Santa’s lap between kiddie visits.”
“I’m sure that’s a given,” he reaches for my hand.
I take a step back. “Maybe it’s best if you go ahead.”