Page 19 of The Selkie Santa

“Yes, you can give me a hug.” She put the elf costume down and walked into his arms, feeling suddenly shy.

But then he hugged her, and the awkwardness vanished.

Feeling his big arms around her, his hands resting lightly on her back, she wished he’d just hold her a little tighter, and she couldn’t help wriggling closer.

With the Santa jacket undone, Harper found her nose pressed against Noah’s bare chest. Gods he smelled good. His skin was amazingly soft, like velvet over rock-hard muscles. She couldn’t stop her hand sneaking up and resting on his pec, her little finger touching his nipple.

It pebbled. Noah let out a thick grunt. And then Harper felt something else against her belly. Something lengthening and hardening.

Was that… oh goddess, was that what she thought it was?

Harper’s senses spiked, a treacly warmth spreading between her legs, making her slick with need.

The air in the room hummed with electric energy.

Suddenly Noah pulled away. “Hang on a sec, losing my pants here,” he growled.

Harper glanced down. The Santa pants had sunk low on his hips, exposing most of his bright blue boxers. In the second before Noah’s hands hitched them up, she got a tantalizing glimpse of a very big bulge packed in there.

A. Very. Big. Bulge.

Excitement spurred through her, the throb between her thighs intensifying at the thought that hugging her had turned him on.

But damn, she couldn’t confirm what shethoughtshe’d seen because he’d already turned his back to her.

And then Noah said in a strangled voice, “Harps?”

“Yes Noah?” she replied breathily.

“Have you got a sewing machine?”

“Of course, you know I love sewing.”

“I’ll need you take these pants in for me. Maybe tonight, if you’re free?”

CHAPTER 6

Noah’s heart thumped hard against his ribs as he made his way up the path to Harper’s cottage that evening. With its ivy clad walls and brightly painted emerald green door, its latticed windows and the Christmas fairy lights around the porch, it was definitely a cut above her low-ceilinged room above Sweet Clams.

A home fit for an elf, for sure.

It occurred to him that maybe Harper would stay here. Work at the Monsters of Mercy running their café. She seemed to like this place, and he was sure the residents loved her. Walking along the path with her earlier, he’d seen a few of the elderly guys’ eyes light up. One old orc had nearly steered his walker into the flower bed, he’d been so busy beaming at her.

Noah huffed a sigh. He really hoped Harper wouldn’t decide to stay on, because then he wouldn’t be able to see her when he went to buy chowder.

Catch up with her on the quay.

Look up at the light in her window at night and wish he was up there, spooned next to her in her bed, which admittedly would be too small for both of them.

He’d buy her another bed. Big enough for his selkie body to fit, if…

Getting ahead of yourself again, you daft seal.

But he guessed he had a small reason to hope now. She’d hugged him in the props room earlier, a proper hug, snuggling into him like she really wanted to be there. It had sure gotten embarrassing when his cock decided it liked her being there too.

As he’d held her close, she must have felt him hardening.

One thing Noah knew for sure: there was no hiding selkie cock. They were big fucking bastard things. Well, at least his was…

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