Page 47 of Blame It On The Carols

“I do.” I nodded, smiling. “People can spend hours in there, apparently.” I winked to let her know I was just teasing.

“You seriously could. I had to stop myself because I was worried we would run out of room in the rental car. Plus, Patrick seemed like he was getting grumpy, so I figured we should call it a day. But I finished all of my Christmas shopping and got some fun stuff as well. Where do you want us to put all of this so you won’t be nosey and go through it?”

“In the office is fine,” I said, heading to the oven to pull the pizza out. “And I would never do that.”

“You would too,” she countered as she headed down the hallway and into the office.

“That was one time,” I hollered back, setting the pizza pan on the stove. “And I was seven.”

“Still. Once a snoop, always a snoop.”

She came into the kitchen wearing a smile and hiding a bag behind her back.

“Have a good night, guys,” she called out over her shoulder as Tony and Patrick left, never taking her eyes off me.

“What do you have behind your back?”

“A little present for you.”

“It’s not Christmas yet.”

“It’s not a Christmas gift.”

I leaned to the side, trying to see where the bag was from.

“Nope. No cheating.”

“If it’s my present, then it’s not cheating if I try to see what it is.”

“It’s cheating if I say it’s cheating. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, then did as she asked.

She pulled something out of the bag and placed it in my hands. It was light, but there was a crinkling sound, like that of tissue paper.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

I opened them slowly and stared at the red tissue paper in my hands. I gave her a questioning look so I didn’t get in trouble for trying to open it if she wasn’t ready.

“Go ahead,” she said with a sexy smile.

I pulled the tissue paper back and held up a piece of red lingerie that had a thin strip of white fur that lined the top of where the bra cups should go. Only they weren’t there, which meant her breasts would be on full display and easily accessible in this.

I looked up at her and found her chewing her nails nervously as she watched me.

It was sexy as hell and I couldn’t wait to see it on her as I held it up and noticed that it had crotchless panties as well.

“Very nice,” I said, pressing the silky fabric against my body as I smirked at her. “But I don’t think it’ll fit me.”

“You dork, it’s formeto wear foryou,” she replied, swatting at my arm as she tried to get it back.

“Well then, I guess you better go put it on.”

“But the pizza is ready,” she objected, looking from me to the pan sitting on the stove. “Plus, I have to wash it first. I thought maybe I could wear it for you on Christmas Eve.”

“You can’t show me something sexy like that and then expect me to wait that long for it,” I whined, not loving where this was going.

“Well,” she said with a heavy sigh, resting her hands on my shoulders. “I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you after dinner with a blow job on the couch.”

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