Page 36 of Knot My Secret Santa

The senior architects were all very close, and so were many people on the staff. Nathaniel had helped build his own giant family here. Did he even see that?

I wiggled on his lap and his softened cock squeezed out. Giggling, I grimaced when I glanced down at the mess. “Oh dear, we need to clean up. Do you have some water bottles in your fridge?”

“I can give you better than that, vixen.” Nathaniel smoothly stood with me cradled in his arms. “I have a full bathroom. We could wash each other’s backs…”

His phone vibrated on his desk, and when he ignored it, carrying me the rest of the way into what was a very spacious bathroom, I poked him. “Put me down and go take your call. If we get into that shower together, we’ll be locked together again and never get out of here.”

“Maybe that’s my plan.” He winked, but put me down onto my feet. With a slow and long kiss, he then stepped back. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

Another one of those kisses. I didn’t trust myself not to say that out loud, so I only nodded and turned to survey the bathroom. It was clearly designed by Nathaniel. Clean lines with white subway tiles and black tiles patterned through. The facet was dark bronze and the wood of the shelving was strained in a similar color.

The square shower was tucked into a corner and surrounded by glass with a fogged hexagonal grid etched in the corner of the bottom of the door. I put my hair up in a loose bun and blushed seeing myself in the mirror. Me, at work, having just had sex. I might have scolded myself if I could stop smiling.

Already naked, I stepped in and turned on the rain shower head, and sighed contently as the water washed away the slick and perspiration. I used a washcloth, loading on the body wash I had already dubbed ‘Nathaniel scent.’ His smell enveloped me and added to the almost goofy wonderful feeling that had taken me.

I rinsed and dried off by the time Nathaniel entered the bathroom with my clothes. He stripped and hopped into the shower himself. I dressed, unable to take my eyes off him. This Alpha was like a work of art come to life. To call him good-looking would be like saying the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel was mediocre.

“Like what you see?” Nathaniel kept our gazes locked as he ran a hand down his abdomen and between his legs to stroke his cock.

Fuck. I needed to move before I flung myself on him again. “Very much so, but I have to leave for choir practice in half an hour, so that will have to wait until later.”

He opened the glass door, other hand still on his big cock, and crooked a finger at me. “Come here, vixen.”

Now that I was fully dressed, I made a break for it and opened the bathroom door. “You are definitely on the naughty list with your name in bold and underlined.”

Nathaniel laughed as I shut the bathroom door. I fanned myself as I walked to the mini bar. I had no interest in the few expensive alcohol bottles on top with the pair of glasses or the single cup coffee maker. I peeked into the cupboard and frowned to find only a box of energy bars. The fridge contained energy drinks and water.

I took out a water bottle and replenished myself with a long drink. He needed more snacks in here. I had a couple of things in my desk I could bring in, but I needed to shop. Fruit, chips, hard candies, and Christmas cookies. He had to have cookies. And some cereal. Something with cinnamon. That sounded really good right now.

That would mean he’d need bowls, spoons, and milk too. I found a notepad on his desk and began to make a list. Feeling a slight chill, I took his jacket off his coat rack and used it like a blanket. I pushed his chair beside the window and settled in.

The other two chairs in the room were plain. No cushions. His office needed a couch and pillows, and a soft warm afghan to drape over it. I could add some plants on floating shelves, and a small potted Christmas tree to set on the corner of his desk. I saw it all clearly in my head, and the more I added to the list, the more serene and cozy I felt.

Nathaniel returned to his office, dressed perfectly with not a hair out of place. He smiled and came over to tip my head up to kiss me. “You look warm and happy. I think I’m going to keep you here.”

I stuffed my list into my pocket and kissed him back. “It’s nearly five. I’m going to finish a few things and head off with my aunt now that I’m sated.”

“For now.” He raised his brows.

“For now,” I agreed. I hadn’t expected my heat to suddenly crash into me earlier. My hope had been I’d be okay through the day and evening, but now that I was coming to the end of it, it was going to happen more frequently over the next day or so. Thankfully his office was private and there was a bathroom. “Shall we send me through the tubes again?”

Nathaniel chuckled and picked up the package of blueprint tubes. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

It went off without a hitch. No one asked why I wasn’t at my desk. Jessalyn had left early, so I sat in our section. I swiftly checked my email and then ordered several things from the list I just made from local businesses. I couldn’t stop. I even added more things. Most of it could be delivered this evening, and I sent the building’s security officer a message to expect some big packages for Mr. Donner’s office.

Noelle knocked on the top of my desk, snapping me out of my shopping spree. “Ready for practice, hon?”

“Yup.” I grinned and shut my laptop. “Just finished up. What should we pick up for dinner tonight?” I slipped into my coat and put my phone into my messenger bag. “I’m craving somechurros, so maybe Mexican?”

“Oh, that sounds divine.” My aunt hummed happily. “You order ahead and I’ll drive. I can drop you back off here after practice to pick up your car.”

“I’m meeting Lana and Penelope on Snowflake Lane for coffee later, so if anyone can drop me off there, that would be good. I can easily walk to pick up my car afterward.”

“I haven’t seen Lana in so long. She was the most awkward redheaded teenage girl with acne and braces. She’s the one who suddenly grew those big boobs, right?” Noelle chuckled as we walked through the office.

I barked out a laugh. “Did my mom tell you that? But yes, that’s her. She’s no longer awkward and she’s engaged.” I would have to tell Lana that later. We’d get a giggle out of it. Right now, I had something else on my mind. I hit the call button on the elevator and it dinged, opening almost immediately. “I wanted to ask you some questions about Donner Designs and when the firm first opened. Tell me what it was like in the first days before it grew and moved in this building. Was Mr. Donner still grumpy back then or was he young and awkward with braces?”

Noelle’s laughter echoed in the enclosed space as we stepped into the elevator. “Oh honey, I can tell you so many stories. Never have I seen that man awkward, but those were different days.”

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