Page 34 of Naughty Santa

That wasn’t how this was supposed to go. At first, he was supposed to just avoid her, ignore her. Then he’d decided that he would have to put up with her. That had lasted about three days. Then it was supposed to be a casual, for fun, superhot fling. That had lasted about, oh, maybe twelve hours.

Joe almost laughed at that. Who was he kidding? He’d been falling for Paris before he’d even seen her naked. The casual part had never been real.

He could say that that was par for the course for him. He did tend to fall hard. But damn, he would have never seen it coming with a California girl and definitely not this fast. It had never happened this quickly before.

Paris was biting her bottom lip, looking at him with wide eyes. She was upset because the potential buyers hadn’t liked the store. Not because she wasn’t going to make a sale. It was because they hadn’t loved this place the way she did.

She loved the Holly Jolly.

Joe loved that she loved the Holly Jolly.

He also wanted to make her happy again because he didn’t like seeing her sad.

“Does that mean you have an idea about how to make me feel better?” she asked, batting those big eyes at him. “Because those Goldfish didn’t do much for me.”

“I have the perfect way to make you feel better.”

She smiled at him and slid off the stool. She came to stand right in front of him, tipping her head back to meet his gaze. “Oh, I know you do. That is definitely what I need.”

Joe knew what she was thinking, and it was, of course, pretty much what he was thinking too. It was what he was always thinking whenever they were together.

Stripping her down, licking her from head to toe, and then fucking her until neither of them could walk a straight line would make her feel good.

But he could do even better than that.

“Come on.” Joe reached for her coat—such that it was—and held it out for her.

She gave him a puzzled little smile but stepped back and put her arm through a sleeve. Once she was bundled up, he moved to the wall panel behind the front counter and shut off all the lights. Except for the Christmas lights that stayed on all the time. Hey, some stores had security lights. They had strings of red, blue, green, and orange lights that hung from the false ceiling over their version of Santa’s village. Then he returned to Paris and tucked her under his arm.

“Let’s go get some of your Christmas cheer back.”

She raised both eyebrows. “Oh. I was talking about sex.”

Joe laughed. “Yes, my little nymphomaniac, I know.” He leaned in and kissed her temple. “So am I.”

“Kinky Santa sex?” she asked, intrigued.

He gave a surprised bark of laughter. “Excuse me?”

“You know. You put on your Santa costume, and I sit on your lap and tell you all the things I want and all the ways I wasnaughty this year. Then I say dirty things about your north pole and how I want you to stuff my stocking.”

Joe swallowed hard. “I didn’t realize you had a Santa fetish.”

Was that weird? Maybe a little.

But he was also thinking about how he could make all of that happen. He glanced toward the Santa chair that he would occupy in a few days during the Christmas party here at the store.

No. He could not fuck Paris on the Santa chair where the kids of North Pole would come to see him in all their sweet Christmas innocence.

Not even if she was dressed up as his sexy elf.

Not even if her Christmas list was made up of things like fuzzy handcuffs, edible body lotion, and nipple clamps.

Probably.

“I didn’t realize I had a naughty Santa fetish until I saw you in those Santa pants the first day we met.” Her eyes hot but her smile soft, almost affectionate.

“I’ll admit, I had a different idea,” Joe told her. “But?—”

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