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I’m happy I didn’t have time to change into my costume yet, I don’t think this would be quite as sexy with candy cane striped tights on. Or maybe it would. Instead, I have on a loose sweater dress which manages to give him easy access when he lifts the hem and studies my ass.

“Make sure you count out loud for me, I’d hate to lose track and start all over.” His tone tells me the opposite, I’m sure he’d be delighted if I gave him a reason to repeat this.

His hand gently caresses one of my ass cheeks before giving it a soft squeeze. Then, a slap comes down hard, making me jump a little. “Count.”

“One.”

He repeats the process and I continue to count.

When the word, “ten,” leaves my mouth, he begins to massage the pain away.

I’m uncomfortable, but not because what we did hurt me. Instead, I need relief.

“What do you need, Noel?” His words demand an answer.

“Please make me come.” I’m not going to be shy about what I need here. I never have been and I won’t be starting today.

“Good girl. Now do I use my fingers or my mouth?”

I want to beg him to use both but before I can, two fingers are sliding inside my entrance. I’m already drenched, so turned on from the spanking he gave me, that he enters me with ease.

“Soaking wet, just like I thought you would be. Does my naughty elf like to be punished?”

There he goes with the possessiveness again.

“Yes,” I say but it comes out as more of a moan.

I think about how Eve is just outside this door, probably listening in on what we’re doing. Or maybe even peeking through a crack in the door.

“Look at you, squeezing my fingers like a needy little slut. Come on them.”

He curls his fingers in just the right spot and I’m seeing spots in my vision, following his order. “Fuck, Nicholas.” This encounter has been so hot, I can only imagine the mess I’ve made.

Turning around, I watch as he sucks every bit of my off his fingers, leaving nothing behind.

“Even better when it comes straight from the source.” I don’t know if his pun was intentional, but I smile back at him.

Then I notice the clock on the wall and realize I’m about to be late for my shift and I still need to change into my costume.

“Fuck, I have to go,” I tell him as I fix my clothing.

“Alright, but we do need to have a real conversation at some point. And Noel?”

I stop and turn to face him.

“Since I know what you taste like, I think it’s best if you call me, Nico.” The cocky look on his face makes me wish I had more time to put his mouth to better use.

Instead, I roll my eyes before rushing out of the room. I can only hope all of our conversations end with the same present.

Chapter Eight

EVE

Watching Noel rush out of Nico’s office this morning has me feeling giddy. His office does a decent job of hiding the noise but I heard just enough to understand what they were getting up to in there.

Step one is complete. Those two just needed to be in a confined space long enough to give in to their sexual tension. It’s about damn time.

Now, I just need all of us to figure out a way to have some fun together. And lucky for me, I have the perfect partner in crime to assist me.

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