Page 14 of The Naughty Elf

It hits her mid-thigh, voluminous from the white tulle underneath. And by God, she put the stockings on, too. Candy cane stripes disappear under the tulle and make me want to lick my way up them.

Fuck. Before I know it, I’m advancing on her, needing to see if she’s put on the shoes, too.

She has. They are cute little green things that curl up at the toes and carry a bell.

The whole ensemble is sexy.

Catching myself just before we collide, I find one thing that is missing on the counter behind her. I grab it and hold it up.

She’s breathing hard at our proximity. I don’t blame her. I’m feeling a bit intense myself.

I gently place the hat on her head, tucking her hair behind her ear as I adjust it. The red brings out more of her freckles. They are sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. One has the same idea I do, nestled on the edge of her bottom lip.

We’re closer than we were in my office. Centimeters instead of inches.

I want to kiss her. The need thrums through my every muscle. For fuck’s sake, I yearn to feel her against me in the worst way. Her mouth parts as I stare at it, on the edge of giving in.

Ginger’s slender fingers tug at my tie, straightening it after a long day. It breathes memories into my chest. I haven’t had someone to do that for a long time. I haven’t had someone to help take care of me instead of the other way around.

Her touch gathers the fabric’s length before she drops it. It’s a good reminder to take a step back, which I do.

She looks like she has so many questions, but she doesn’t speak. A breath shudders out of me, and I back away to allow her the room to change out of the costume.

I start getting everything closed up and ready for tomorrow.

Closing my eyes, I still see her in that elf costume. It gets skimpier every time I envision it. Those stockings. I want them around my waist, rubbing my skin raw as I take her. In my imagination, my hands arelost in tulle as I grab onto her hips.

God, I’m torturing myself.

I open my eyes to Ginger in my doorway again. Once she’s got my attention, she strides forward and leans over the edge of my desk. There is an extra button undone at the top of her shirt and it gives me a good view of her breasts and her bra.

But my line of sight is impeded as she whispers in my ear, “If you like playing dress up or you like roleplay, you just need to say so.”

I suck in a deep breath.Fuuuck.I do. I absolutely want to play with her.

She retreats, leaving me with a waft of her perfume and blood raging down to my hardening cock. Pausing in my doorway, she half turns to show off the great curve of her ample ass. On her petite form, it’s all the more tempting.

The purse of her lips renews my daydreams of kissing her.

Then she drops one more bomb on me. “I could be into that kind of thing.”

7

GINGER

It’s been two weeks on the job, and things are coming together. I’ve visited the children’s hospital and decided on where I want to set things up. Every little piece is planned on paper, and half of what I need is ordered already.

A friend of my mom’s is helping me with the food. Gracie and I have been baking and prepping food to keep in her catering freezer. Caroline is a lifesaver, and she’s donating her time, too.

After talking to multiple local businesses, I’ve found that most of them were more than ready to donate supplies, funds, and time to the event. It’s one of my favorite things about growing up in Serenity Falls—the community comes together for its people.

My parents and family name are a bonus. People know the Thatcher name, so when I introduce myself, it opens a lot of doors that I could never open on my own.

I’ve been baking up a storm at home, testing out recipes, and bringing treats to work. It’s made me the most popular person on the job site. And the marriage proposals have become an everyday occurrence. Jackson and Sawyer are the only two whohaven’t offered to marry me. Ashley’s are the only ones having any effect on me, though.

Flirting with him is too much fun since we can do it so openly. He’s not technically one of my bosses. He’s not connected to the company other than his investment in the current project.

My favorite man to flirt with, however, is Sawyer. He’s buttoned up so tightly that simply looking at him too long gets him all ruffled. Mostly, though, I like the way he looks at me when we interact.

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