Page 30 of Daddy Christmas

He chuckled. “I’ll just have to show you.”

I leaned forward. “In the spirit of that, I also doubt you enjoy sex.”

He grinned and shook his head.

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Holy Christmas, Santa had taken a huge crap in Wyatt’s house, and I loved it!

I dropped my freaking jaw as I walked through the kitchen and the living room, the hallway before too, and even the patio outside. Oh my gosh, the whole place was suddenly so warm and cozy and Christmassy. The tree! There was a big tree! And the fire was lit! Red and green blankets, super fuzzy and soft, draped over the couches. Plush pillows with snowflakes. All the lights! I was speechless. That decorator must’ve brought an entire crew over.

In five hours…I mean, it was a whole new place.

I beamed, hearing soft Christmas music from the speakers.

The glass railing of the terrace that stretched along the beach-side of the house had been covered in greenery and lights.

The living room was my new favorite room in the house. I wanted us to fuck on that soft rug in front of the tree, then on the one in front of the fire, and then on that couch, that couch, and up against the patio doors—

“Does this satisfy my little reindeer?” Wyatt came up behind me and hugged me tightly.

“My heart is so happy,” I whispered.

“Good. So is mine.” He kissed my neck. “Note that there are empty bowls, baskets, and trays scattered about.”

I lit up and spun around in his arms. “You want me to fill them with Christmas cookies and sweets, don’t you? Say you do, please.”

He grinned faintly and dipped down and kissed me. “I absolutely do.”

DECEMBER 11

Could this be considered another milestone in our very new relationship?

It’d come as no surprise at all when I’d found out Wyatt had to work a couple hours on Saturday, and I’d said, “No problem. I gotta rehearse with my dance squad anyway.” Then came the surprise. He’d asked if he could watch. If it was an open rehearsal—because he could bring his work phone and laptop and get some things done in the background.

So here we were. I climbed out of the car, resisting the urge to remind him once again that Kim would be here. Also, my sister sometimes turned up because she lived nearby, and our temporary practice spot offered way more entertainment than our usual warehouse.

It was a trampoline park south of Glendale.

Every Saturday at noon for the past six weeks, we’d had the place to ourselves for three hours. Kim and I had come on our own at least once a week too, ’cause this shit wasn’t easy, even with our experience.

The company was opening a second location, an outdoor trampoline park, on January 2, so…that was what we were rehearsing for. The grand opening, which took place on New Year’s Eve.

“I told you Kim will be here, right?” I asked nervously.

“Twice.” Wyatt donned his shades and smirked softly. “If you remind me again, I’ll start worrying you want us to be discreet.”

I blinked and moved toward his side of the car. “Dude, I’m not the one facing a firing squad for sleeping with my boss when they find out. You know we have a nonfraternization policy, right?”

He let out a laugh and pulled me in close. “My sweet boy, do you never read the fine print?”

I scrunched my nose. Uh, no? Nobody did that.

“Our policy is pretty clear,” he said. “You’re not allowed to have a relationship with someone you work directly under or over. For instance, you wouldn’t be allowed to date John.”

Ew, Mr. Williams?

“I’m technically at corporate.” He dipped down and kissed me. “Technically, I only give you orders when you’re off the clock too.”

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