Page 63 of Ho Ho Oh No

Big Al clears his throat. “Well, I better get back to the party. Tell me when it’s time for presents.”

“Games first. I’ll let you know when to get your sack ready.” My eyes spring open wide, and then I slam them shut. “Pleaseforget I said that.”

His rich laugh travels with him as he goes. “I’m glad you like the chair, Lettie.”

“Thanks, Santa Boss Dad,” I holler as he retreats, keeping my hand locked in Tomer’s and my eyelids fastened.

It’s entirely possible I’ll never open them again. If I can’t see anyone or anything, then it stands to reason I’ll never have to face my embarrassment.

Don’t you dare tell me why that doesn’t make sense. I don’t care. I’m clinging to the hope, okay? Let me have this. It can be your Christmas gift to me and Delulu Bell.

“I can’t believe I just referenced my birth father’s sack in casual conversation.”

As the sound of Tomer’s laugh skitters over my body, the tingle it gives my nipples convinces me to open my eyes. He’s still grinning at me, but when our gazes connect, fire dances behind his turquoise irises.

“That was a lot of sassing about the chair, sugar bear.” He clicks his tongue at me and squints one eye. “Better watch your mouth.”

“Youbetter watch my mouth.”

His gaze burns into me, embers flickering in his irises. “Behave.”

I lower my chin so he doesn’t see me gulp and hit him with the motto of the Brat Pack. “Make me.”

A growl emits from his chest as he dives in to capture my lips. His kiss is possessive and commanding, yet his touch on my cheeks is tender. It doesn’t take long before he presses me against the wall with one of his hands working its way under my skirt.

I break the kiss, rasping for breath. My head swivels left and right, searching to ensure no one is out here where they could see us fooling around. “Feeling naughty, babe?”

He runs his mouth over my throat and rumbles, “You, wearing this dress, makes meho ho horny.”

A giggle bubbles out of me, big and brash. “Who are you right now? That was a puntastrophe.”

He pulls back an inch, his eyes licking over me. “I’m entering my dad joke era.”

As impossible as it seems, my smile spreads wider. I trail my fingertips over his scruff, then attempt my own pun. “Ho ho ho, no you don’t.”

Tomer presses a chaste kiss on my lips, then slowly retreats. He tugs my hand, hauling me away from the wall. “Let’s test out the comfort of this chair. Think it will hold us both?”

With unblinking eyes, I watch him ease onto my new chair, then beckon me onto his lap. Before I lower all the way down, I peek over my shoulder, once again checking for an audience. Since we’re all alone, I adjust my position and straddle him. His strong hands fall to my thighs, quickly traveling under the white ruffle on the edge of my skirt.

I can’t resist a pulse of my hips, dragging my needy center over his growing erection.

My exhibitionist kink is raring to go. But this isn’t the place.

However, there’s nothing wrong with making out for a bit, right?

And if he happens to flip the button on the remote, perhaps I can distract him with my mouth for long enough for me to climax so I can get rid of this blue bean.

As our lips reconnect, a shrill scream that could shatter glass rings out. We both go rigid and whip our heads to the source of the sound. Moving in tandem, I extricate myself from him, and we bolt to our feet.

He leads me by the hand down the hallway, my legs barely able to keep up with his fast pace. “Stay close, sugar.”

“Okay.”

Heavy footsteps pound down the hall behind us, and my heart threatens to thrash out of my chest.

Fuck-a-ding-duck, we’re being chased.

Tomer must also hear it because we’re racing toward the party one second, then ducking into an empty office the next. Shep and Kri sail by at full speed.

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