Page 10 of Naughtying Up St. Nick

Harlow’s finger presses in deeper, and I thread my fingers into his hair, fucking his mouth with abandon. My balls draw up, and I can’t stop burying my cock in his mouth as my orgasm slams into me.

Harlow doesn’t slow down. He sucks and licks as my legs shake. And when they feel like they’re going to give out on me, Harlow surges up and catches me before I stumble.

“Easy,” he murmurs, pressing his warm lips to the side of my neck. “That was great. You were amazing.”

The praise makes my chest warm, and I can’t help leaning into him. I wasn’t prepared for the way my body would react to him. For how good he would make me feel. But I already want to do more. I want to get to know every inch of Harlow’s skin, feel him come undone underneath my hand.

And I have a sinking feeling that these few weeks won’t be near enough time for everything I want to do with him.

Six

Harlow

When I get to the Christmas village the next day, I’m excited to see Cal. Last night had gone even better than I hoped it would. He’d been so nervous when he first showed up, I had worried he’d back out.

I never would’ve pressured him to do something he wasn’t sure about, but he needs to be intimate with someone who isn’t that raging dickhead Jesse. Cal had told me to stay unbiased, but I really don’t see how I can. Not only was Jesse an asshole, he was also wrong. Cal was incredible last night. And that was just a warm-up.

I get to the backroom where he changes before the start of the Santa program and knock before entering in case he’s already changing.

When I step into the room, I realize he’s not alone. There’s a pretty woman lounging on the couch across from him, her knee-high leather clad boots hanging over the arm of the couch.

“Hey,” I say, giving her a nod. I haven’t seen her working around here, so she must be a friend of Cal’s. “I like your style.”

“Thanks, I like your ass.”

“Min,” Cal says, his voice full of exasperation. “Knock it off and get out of here.”

She swings her legs over the couch and stands. “I’ll see you at the house.”

He shakes his head as soon as she’s gone. “I’m sorry. She’s…”

“I like her,” I interrupt. “Is she not volunteering here?”

“Nah, this kind of thing isn’t really her thing, even though she loves kids. She’s going to grad school to teach education, and last month, she was approved to foster kids when needed.”

My chest warms as I think about all the kids here and in the rest of the world who need someone to love them. “That’s great.”

He smiles. “Yeah, she’s pretty awesome.”

I move closer to him. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready right about now?”

His cheeks redden, and his gaze drops to my mouth before he jerks it up again, caught. “I…yeah, I am. I’m having a hard time concentrating today.”

“Well.” I slide my hands around his hips, giving him a little squeeze. “It’s a good thing you’re coming over later so I can help you loosen up.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, and then his mouth opens, but before he can get a word out, the door jerks open behind us.

“Calvin.” Jackie’s voice is like getting doused with a bucket of ice water. Her words are clipped. “You need to be out there in ten minutes. Harlow, a word?”

I want to tell her to get out of here. Or better yet, to go to hell. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. But I don’t. I just let go of Calvin, give him a tight smile, and leave the room with my sister.

She leads me to the back office that’s stuffed with props that we had no more room for in storage. She shoves a wooden Christmas tree out of her way before spinning on her heel to glare at me.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t,” she snaps. “You know what I’m talking about. You’re trying to ruin everything by hitting on my Santa.”

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