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Fuck the charade, I laugh out loud.
“Cool enough that I’ll come backeveryday to elf it up with you, how’s that sound?”
“Nowthatsounds 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.”
I don’t know why I feel so resentful of him trying to help me. Bigging me up, rather than tearing me down. His Santa eyes are filled with affection. His smile is a winner. His intentions are real fucking pure.
Too pure.
Maybe that’s it.
Because without the superpower of my sex prowess being my ace card, what do I have to fall back on? What do I have to keep me safe?
“What is it?” Reuben asks. “Your expressions always speak volumes. Even louder than your words sometimes.”
I shrug and pull away from him. “Nothing. I’m cool.”
I sit down at the breakfast bar and take my phone from my pocket. I feel myself trying to disconnect, wanting the butterflies to fuck off and flutter somewhere else. I’m too consumed for my own sanity.