Page 10 of Santa Is A Sl*t

“Hey,” I say, lifting her chin until she meets my eyes. “I want you just as bad as I want her. Just as bad as I want Kane. No one is a substitute for my desires in this situation.”

We don’t label this thing. Her and Kane have their rules and I follow them. I’m just not going to let either of them think I’m using them to fill a space until I figure out a way to get someone else underneath me.

“I didn’t mean that, Nico. I was joking,” she says with a reassuring smile and I believe her.

I might not have any idea what the future of SantaScape looks like but I do hope that even after I leave, I’ll still get to spend time with Kane and Eve.

And maybe a naughty little elf.

Coming home to a quiet house used to be comforting but now it feels… pathetic.

I used to enjoy the solace that a peaceful place offered. I walk through the door, put my things away and either order delivery or cook. Then I find some sort of work that could have waited until tomorrow but I do it anyway.

Occasionally, I go out and find someone to spend my night with only to leave them in the morning.

Now, I crave…more.

I worked for a major corporation as a business analyst up until a few months ago. I actually enjoyed it too.

Sadly, they needed to make cuts and I was deemed unnecessary.

Ironically, I was the one who handed them a list of cost-cutting measures. Typically, layoffs are a last resort but they decided to escalate matters immediately.

Only after I left did I start to realize how drained I felt. Work was my life.

I graduated with my degree and went into the workforce head first, never really stopping to think about my life outside the office.

On my first day of unemployment, I woke up and realized how empty my world felt.

Then my uncle called. He told me Jack had an emergency and he needed someone he could count on to cover for him.

He suggested that we not tell the employees my role was only temporary. He didn’t believe that the employees would be willing to follow someone they knew had one foot out the door.

I’m not sure I believe it’s pure coincidence. He could have found any number of people to interview for the role but instead, hehanded it to his nephew who specializes in the very thing he desperately needed.

Except he couldn’t have known that I’m completely burned out and haven’t been able to think of anything outside the obvious steps to take.

I’ve done everything I can but the fact of the matter is, a seasonal business isn’t going to generate enough revenue to last forever.

We cater to one holiday for a six to eight-week period of the year.

The full-time staff we do have is minimal and essential to the operation.

I have a few weeks to find a way to save my family’s company. The pressure is high. My uncle built this company himself.

Every member of his staff has always loved him. I’ve never heard him say a bad word about any of them either. His desire to take care of them shows just how tight of a community he built and I’ll be the one to ruin it all.

I can’t even bring myself to fix something to eat tonight. Instead, I strip down and head for the bathroom, ready to wash the day off me. If only I could wash off all of the expectations that everyone has for me, including myself.

Once I step into the warm water, I let myself think of Noel, Kane and Eve. Even the banter with Noel has a little bit of the joy I used to feel at work seeping through.

I let my mind wander as I stand under the water, thinking about how I wish that she would have done more than stand in the doorway when she interrupted us.

The thought has me grabbing my dick. I’m already hard, ready to go as if I can somehow will my desire to reality.

Would she walk in so Eve could share my length with her, allowing them both to use their mouths on me? Would she have taken over for Kane, using her mouth on Eve while bending over and letting Kane fuck her from behind? Would she pull me away and beg me to make her come, however I want?

I remember the way she tasted on Eve’s lips and I imagine what it would have been like to see Eve on her knees for Noel. Was she controlling or gentle? Did she cry out with pleasure? Or would she have tried to hold back out of the fear of getting caught?

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