Page 37 of Inherited Holiday

“This doesn’t make me happy.”

“Christmas Eve is in two days, and you know the kids will be so excited to see Santa in the crowd. Plus, it’ll make me happy, and I guess I could be one of Santa’s little helpers. Do you want me to dress up as Mrs. Claus?”

He bit out, “Then you’ll just have to jingle my balls so I can give your pretty face a white Christmas.”

NICHOLAS

This fucking suit.

I spent most of the night sweating my balls off while playing the part. All the while, I couldn’t stop thinking about Noelle’s tight, wet pussy coming on my face. So I willed my dirty mind to keep busy by interacting with a shitload of kids who were so happy Santa Claus showed up in the crowd. They took turns telling me what they wanted for Christmas.

By the end of the night, I was getting restless, checking the time every few minutes. I anxiously waited for the night to end with Noelle in my bed. I failed miserably at distracting myself from my throbbing cock, aching to be freed from these hot Santa pants.

It wouldn’t be much longer now. The parade was winding down, and soon, the kids would all be tucked into their beds, which was exactly what I wanted with my Mrs. Claus.

She was dressed in a Mrs. Claus getup, and I couldn’t keep my stare off her. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t piss me off that she was basically the belle of the ball. The number of men who surrounded her at any point in time was like a kick to my balls. I wasn’t the only guy fascinated by her, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them had actually gotten a chance with her.

Which led to more questions about how many men she’d slept with…

“Look at you,” Felix mocked, standing beside me while the parade flew by.

“Yeah,” I confidently responded. “There’s nothing I won’t do for my girl.”

He jerked back. “You’re here with Noelle?”

“Yeah,” I repeated. “We’re on a date.”

He narrowed his gaze at me. “Bullshit.”

“She’s sleeping in my bed tonight. And quite frankly, it’snone of your business, but since it’s obvious you like her…” I stepped toward him, stopping when our faces were inches apart. “She rode my face last night.” I smiled.

He scoffed, snapping back around. With his hands fisted at his sides, he left. I wouldn’t normally kiss and tell, but someone needed to get him off his high horse, and I had no problem being the man who knocked his ass off.

“What was that about?” Noelle asked, walking toward me.

I ignored her question and asked my own. “You ready to go? I think I’ve been punished enough for the night.”

“But look how happy you made everyone.” She smirked. “Including all the press. The board will be happy you’re taking your new role seriously.”

“Dressed like Santa Claus, the irony.”

She laughed. “Admit it, you had fun.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

I grabbed her hand, nodding above me, and she instantly looked up, realizing there was a mistletoe there.

Without thinking twice about it, I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her as if we weren’t in front of the whole town. I didn’t want anyone to be mistaken about what was happening between us, especially since I needed to keep other dicks away.

Literally.

I pecked her one last time, leaning my forehead on hers as snow slowly started to fall on our heads.

“Now for the real question.” I asked, “Do you want to sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?”

Her lips parted against mine, and she softly panted, “Tis the season…”

And I didn’t waver. I spoke with conviction, “To fall for you.”

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