Page 3 of He Sees You When You're Sleeping

“Come on, little elf,” he says softly, his voice a low purr.

Finally, my mind starts to work, and I slide my hand against his, nearly moaning at the feel of the calluses on his palm and fingers. I want to ask where they’re from, but I keep my mouth shut.

“Good girl.” My jaw hits the floor at his words, but he lets go of my hand and turns on his heel like he didn’t just say that to me. But I heard it, loud and fucking clear. “Come.”

He tilts his head to the side, silently ordering me to follow. I don’t tell them to, but my feet move automatically, like his command was enough to make them work. He stops by the sleigh, stooping to grab a black bag from underneath a white cloth. Glitter and fake snow fall from it, coating his pants and boots.

“Have you eaten?” he asks. When I don’t immediately answer, he glances over his broad shoulder at me, his black brow raised in silent question.

A deep breath fills my lungs, and I force myself to swallow. “No,” I rasp. He nods, like he expected that, and slings his bag over his shoulder.

“Come on, little elf. It’s dinner time.”

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All I care about is getting Noelle’s mouth around my cock before the night is over. I’ve spent too long watching her from the sidelines, from outside her window, always staring at her perfect ass jiggling in her tight little elf uniform, or the way her body flushes crimson with her release. Her sugar cookie scent taunts me every fucking day, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t notice her blonde braids on either side of her head, or those massive blue eyes watching me when she thinks I’m not paying attention.

She knows what she’s doing. She wants this as badly as I do.

That I’m positive of.

I don’t have to look over my shoulder again to know she’s coming. She’s obedient, which is something that drives me and my cock absolutely insane.

Climbing into the sleigh, I settle on the wide bench seat and rest my bag over my lap. The snow crunches under her feet as she gets closer, each step hesitant, like she’s scared. But I know she’s not. She’s fearless. I’ve seen her fucking that security guard in his office—his shared office.

She doesn’t care if she gets caught, and that tells me she’s reckless. A risk taker. Someone who doesn’t think before diving in.

And that makes her fucking perfect.

“Come on up,” I say, still not looking at her. She grips the edge of the sleigh and pulls herself into my web, then she’s standing at my side, her scent fucking taunting me.

I can’t take it anymore, and I let my gaze lift to her. She’s already staring at me, her eyes bigger than I’ve ever seen before. Freckles dust her nose like the first falling of snow, and her eyes sparkle like stars.

“Relax.” I jerk my chin at the sleigh railing in front of me. She hesitates before she leans against it, careful to not put all of her weight on it at first. When she realizes it’s not about to give out on her, she settles into it.

I rummage in my bag, dodging all the toys for later, and snatch up a box of cookies. I pull open the lid and hold them out to her. She hesitates, her fingers wrapping tighter around the railing.

She has a jacket on, but I wish she was still fully in her uniform. Her tights mold perfectly to her thighs, and her skirt is just a touch too short. Her shirt, though…it’s tight, with a V cut in the front. It’s not her fault she has big tits, but I thank the fucking universe every day when I see them pushed together under that green fabric. The fact her jacket is covering her up is a crime.

“Take one.” I move the cookies closer. “Or two. Or ten. I don’t care.” Her eyes flick between mine, and I can tell she’s weighing every single word, every inflection of every syllable. My brows raise, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows. Her hand trembles as she reaches for the cookies, and my heart gallops in my chest like a million reindeer taking off.

She grips one of them, and unhurriedly, she brings it to her lips. Crumbs catch on them as she takes a bite—a big bite. I smile, watching as she chews with deliberate slowness, like she’s savoring the flavor, her eyes never leaving mine.

This is the first time we’ve been alone, the first time we’ve talked beyond the pleasantries coworkers share. She has no idea what I’ve seen her do, the things I’ve learned about her when I broke into her house, the kinks and dreams she has.

“Take another,” I offer. She drags her tongue over her bottom lip, licking up the crumbs before she grabs another.

“These are really good,” she says around a bite. I lean back, all the blood in my body rushing to my cock. “You’re not having one?”

“I’m okay. I’ve had so many tonight.” I rest my hand on my belly, and she drops her gaze to it. My fingers toy with the white fringe, and I swear her pupils dilate until the blue is no longer visible. “Are you enjoying being one of my little elves?”

Her eyes snap back to mine, and the corner of my mouth lifts. She swallows the rest of the cookie and reaches up to wipe at her mouth with her thumb. “I am,” she murmurs. “You’re a firm but fair Santa.”

A low laugh escapes me, and I hold the box out again. “Take another, little elf. You’ve earned it after today.”

This time, she doesn’t hold back. She takes two and eats them both in record time. My eyes travel over every inch of her face, taking in the way her jaw moves to chew the food, the way her nose scrunches, her eyelids twitching as she looks around.

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