Page 5 of Naughty Santa

That was when she suddenly realized what she was looking at and something that resembled a squeak came out of her mouth.

Because inches from her face was a man’s very big cock, firmly outlined behind a pair of tight boxer briefs, though his muscular thighs were covered in a red poly-blend fur and his feet in black boots.

What the hell?

Paris raised her gaze, taking in bare skin above the briefs, solid abs, and a chest that just begged to be explored.

Once she took in the very good-looking guy, no older than his early thirties, wearing a curious and possibly aroused expression, she saw he had a telltale red cap on his head. He seemed to be in the process of putting on the suit and God bless Louis, she had woken up in time to see it.

Paris blamed the sleep deprivation for what she did next.

“Hey, Santa,” she murmured, gazing up at him. “I see you have a big package for me.”

CHAPTER 2

Joe quickly hitchedhis pants up, fastening them when the sleeping brunette woke up. She had a small dog—though it wasn’t much bigger than a rabbit—crouched on her chest, teeth bared, growling threateningly. Which was laughable considering the tiny creature was dressed in a sweater.

Who put clothes on a dog?

He jerked his head toward the animal. “Wanna call off the well-dressed guard dog?”

The woman smiled and stroked the dog’s head.

Damn. Joe was glad he’d had the foresight to pull his pants up. His cock had gone hard the second she’d asked if he had a big package for her. So at the moment, the answer was yes. And she was more than welcome to unwrap it if she wanted.

She petted the tiny creature, cooing, “It’s okay, Louis. It’s only Santa Claus.”

Joe glanced down at himself and sighed. He’d come back here to try on the new Santa suit his mother had made. The one he had donned for the annual Christmas party more years than he cared to admit had been ruined last year when little Tommy Clarkson threw up on him while informing Joe—Santa—that he wanted some stunt plane rocket thing that would soar a millionmiles into space when he stomped on it. Unfortunately, he’d decided to demonstrate, and that was when things took a bad turn. Rather than attempt to scrub out the sticky candy cane, sugar cookie, hot cocoa mess that covered every inch of Joe—Santa—Mom declared it was time for a new suit.

At the time, he’d told her to find another Santa because he’d more than done his part. He should have known that wouldn’t stick. His mother was incapable of hearing the word no.

So when she said the suit was ready, and she needed him to try it on in case it needed alterations, Joe didn’t even waste his breath reiterating his desire to hang up his Santa hat.

He was in the middle of changing when he’d heard a low growl. When he turned around and stepped closer to investigate, he hadn’t expected to find a woman sacked out on the couch under some animal print jacket, and he hadn’t seen the dog at all until he’d gotten close. Not that that was surprising. Joe had seen bigger bugs than this little mutt.

Joe didn’t get people with small dogs. If they wanted a pet to sit on their lap and play dress-up, why didn’t they just get a cat? As for him, give him a black lab or German shepherd any day of the week. Now those were real dogs.

“You’re Paris?” Joe asked, though he already knew who he was talking to. His mom had gone to pick up Lydia’s niece this morning, though why the woman had chosen to nap in the back workroom rather than sleep in the comfortable bed waiting for her in Lydia’s house was beyond him.

“Yes.” She sat up sluggishly and ran a hand through her long dark hair.

She placed the dog on the floor, and he instantly came over to sniff his boots. Joe eyeballed him for a second in case the little bastard decided to lift his leg and treat him like a fire hydrant.

Paris tugged one bare foot under her, drawing his attention to her long legs in her skinny jeans. He was a sucker for a girlwith long legs. “I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised to run into Santa. It is the North Pole after all,” she joked.

Joe chuckled, glad she wasn’t the type to spook easy. After all, she’d just woken up to find a stranger in his boxer briefs standing over her. “I’m Joe.”

“Oh yeah. Sandy said you’d be stopping by.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, then stretched, arching her back and drawing his attention to her breasts.

Damn. He was a sucker for nice tits too.

Lydia’s niece was hot. Fucking gorgeous.

And Joe... Well, he was goddamn Santa Claus sporting a boner.

He reached for the red jacket with white trim and held it in front of himself when her eyes drifted to the South Pole, her smile growing as she winked at him.

“Aren’t you a little young to be Santa?” she asked.

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