Page 3 of Wrapped Up By the Mountain Man

Since now, you horny bitch!

I couldn’t stop smiling like a little girl with her first crush as he introduced himself.

Maybe this little job would turn out to be fun after all.

When I heard the cheers as I finished putting on the last of my costume, a swarm of butterflies took flight in my belly and caused a storm of epic proportions. This Santa was popular. And he was most definitely flirting with me.

I walked out with a tray of cookies and a big smile on my face. And from that point on, the night went on without a hitch.

We laughed with the kids, listened to their wishes for Christmas, and took picture after picture. When we finally took a break halfway through the night, Luke removed his wig, hat, and beard, andwow—I wasnotexpecting him to be so damn handsome.

My eyes dipped lower, and my imagination ran wild at what his chest and stomach must look like, his forearms and biceps, muscular and fit, and deliciously sexy. I wondered if he had any tattoos, and I itched to see him naked.

“Are you checking me out?” Luke smirked before taking a swig of his water.

“Huh? No…of course not.” I tried to shield my eyes and hide my grin, but I failed miserably.

“Ha! Yes, you were. Can’t say I blame you, though.” Luke winked, and I squeezed my legs together. He sat across from me at the table and pushed a cookie toward me. “Have one, they’re delicious.”

I bit into the chocolate chip cookie, more like chocolate chunk, the thick pieces of chocolate melting on my tongue amid the soft, chewy cookie. “Wow, that’s a really good cookie.”

“Ruby’s bakery in town is to die for. If you think her cookies are good, wait until you try her muffins. She even does deliveries.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Between the animated way he talked and the most amazing cookie I’d ever had, how could I? “Deliveries, hmm? Even to Apple Falls?”

“You live in Apple Falls?” Luke asked. “No wonder I’ve never seen you around town. I’d definitely remember a face like yours.”

I blushed, the heat creeping up my neck. “You know, Luke, I wasn’t expecting to have this much fun tonight. So, thank you. I was afraid it would be a bore, but I needed the extra money for some gifts and to save for a gift to myself.” The words just flew out; I hadn’t meant to reveal so much to him. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” I shoved the rest of my cookie in my mouth to keep the words inside.

“You’re not rambling. I love listening to you.” Luke’s smile matched my own. “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight, too.” He leaned closer, and my breath caught in my throat. “I’d love to maybe…” His mouth moved closer and closer…

“Looks to me like Mr. and Mrs. Claus are getting a little too close over there.” A woman’s voice broke through our bubble. I jumped back, startled by the interruption, and when I looked up, I saw that the camera woman stood there with her eyes narrowed and her hands on her hips. “I doubt Marty would like it.”

“Don’t worry about it. Break’s almost over,” Luke called over his shoulder, never breaking eye contact with me. He made a face and rolled his eyes, and I snorted while trying to hold back a laugh. He made me feel like a little kid getting in trouble.

I watched as the woman took a sip of water, shot us a nasty look, and then disappeared. “I guess Mr. and Mrs. Claus aren’t allowed to be affectionate?”

“Apparently not. But isn’t it more fun to piss off the elves?” Luke smirked, and the urge to kiss him was strong.

“You’re right, it is. Let’s go piss them off some more.”

Luke stood and slid his Santa beard back on. “I’m down. Time to have some fun.”

He held out his hand, and I took it, because why not?

Nothing was wrong with being flirty and having some fun, even if others didn’t like it.

CHAPTER THREE

Luke

With Beaas my Mrs. Claus, the nights together flew by. And every night was more fun than the last.

We both loved engaging with all the children, handing out hot cocoa and cookies, and giving lots of hugs. Hugs and more hugs.

After a few nights of working together, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and during a break, I kissed Bea.

Of course, the photographer elf, Katie, still didn’t like us not following the rules. She loved to report to Marty. Funny thing is—Marty couldn’t care less even if there were strict rules against it. He said it wasn’t his rules but the town’s, and unless someone complained, it wasn’t a big deal. If the children were happy, that was the most important. Weren’t Mr. and Mrs. Claus supposed to be happy and in love?

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