Page 94 of The Very Naughty List

“This isn’t the kind of elf I was hoping to be,” Sebastian grumbles as we leave the tent and head toward our designated float. “I was hoping for a more subtly sexy Middle-Earth type vibe. You know, with the long ponytail and the crossbow.”

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re a Christmas workshop elf.” Reid shakes his head, adjusting his pointed hat. “What kind of Santa’s elf have you ever heard of having a crossbow?”

“To be fair,” I interject. “I don’t think they had crossbows in Middle-Earth either.”

Although she’s trying to hide it, I can see Hailey’s shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. “I think you all look amazing. Sebastian, you’re sexier than Legolas.”

As we climb onto our float, I see a few guys from the station sitting in the firetruck, which is two vehicles ahead of us. Wilson, one of our newer hires, does a double-take when he glances over at me, then slaps Carter on the chest and gestures in my direction. I lift a hand in greeting, flushing slightly.

I’ve never once volunteered to ride on the firetruck in the parade, and that only involves wearing our usual gear—so I’m sure they’re a little surprised that I volunteered to dress up like Santa today.

Hailey rests her small hand on my shoulder and points to the Christmas throne on top of the float where I am supposed to sit. “That’s your spot, Santa.”

Dutifully, I go take my assigned seat. At least I know I’ll bring a few smiles to people’s faces, and I think riding around on thefiretruck at Christmas time might become a new tradition once I hopefully attain fire chief status.

But when Hailey steps forward to sit on my lap, all thoughts of my future plans fly out of my head. My gaze snaps to her when she rocks a bit on my lap, working to keep her balance as the float lurches into motion.

“You’re riding with me?” I can’t contain my smile as I ask.

She gives me one of her radiant smiles. “Of course. Where did you think I would sit? There’s only one chair on the float.”

“I guess I thought you’d be standing with my brothers.”

She chuckles lightly as she glances over at Sebastian and Reid standing at the edge of the platform in their elf costumes. They both look a bit awkward, but I can tell they’re putting on a game face for the crowd.

“Mrs. Claus sticks with Santa on the float,” Hailey tells me with a decisive nod. “Otherwise, the elves might start to talk.”

A grin tugs at my lips. “Well, we can’t have any rumors flying around the North Pole.”

The float trundles down the street, and I wrap my arm around her waist to hold her securely against me as the parade begins—but we haven’t even made it a full block before I realize that our seating arrangement might’ve been a big mistake. The combination of her firm ass against my lap and the bouncing movement of the float on the bumpy road are nearly more than I can take.

She’s so close, all nestled up on my lap with the wildflower and honeysuckle scent of her hair tickling my nostrils and her beaming smile next to my cheek while she waves out at the crowd. The proximity of this gorgeous, perfect woman has a visceral effect on me, even though I try not to let it.

I smile and wave at the people of Chestnut Hill who’ve gathered to watch the parade, trying not to think about how good Hailey smells and feels in my lap, and how with my armaround her like this, if there were no clothes between us and no audience, I could be fucking her from below right now.

But as much as I try to shake the thoughts from my head and concentrate on the fact that we’re supposed to be playing the roles of Mr. and Mrs. Claus, Hailey is impossible to ignore. Hell, she’salwaysbeen impossible to ignore, and it’s even more difficult in this moment.

My cock twitches, swelling against her ass even as I will it to deflate.

Hailey stiffens as she notices it, and before I can murmur an apology in her ear, she shifts her weight, grinding her ass against my thickening length. I suck in a breath, trying to control my body’s response to her accidental movement—but then she does it again.

Although she keeps her gaze focused on the crowd, not looking at me, she starts to squirm on my lap, teasing me into getting harder and making it more difficult for me to maintain a shaky grasp on my self-control.

Fuck. She knows just what she’s doing to me. And she’s doing it on purpose.

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I can only seeNick’s face out of my peripheral vision, but it’s enough for me to notice the lines of tension tightening on his face as I wriggle my ass against him in a subtle movement. Butterflies are going wild in my stomach as I keep my gaze focused forward, waving to the crowd. I’m vaguely aware of the cheering faces and the sounds of the gathered spectators, but all of my focus is on Nick, and the rapidly growing evidence of what I’m doing to him.

My pulse trips along at a fast pace, wetness gathering in the crotch of my panties as I grind against his cock again.

Nick growls low in his throat, tightening his grip on my waist.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to stay in control,” he rumbles in my ear, his voice strained.

I know he means it, but instead of stopping, I shift my weight so that I’m sitting more fully on his cock, making him grunt softly.

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