Page 28 of The Naughty Elf

Fuck, I’m selfish, distracting her like this.

Her hand trails down my chest before she bends to grab what she dropped earlier—a garment bag—and she dashes to the downstairs bathroom.

I wipe myself off with a towel in the kitchen and stuff it in my back pocket to clean later. Tucking everything back in place, I can’t help but linger.

Ginger reappears a minute later, dressed like the elf we’ve been teasing her about, but by God, the reality of her in that costume…

I suck in a slow breath, taking in the candy cane striped thighs and elf shoes with the bell, the volume of her tight red dress and fluffy white skirt. A green cape drapes over her shoulders and just the barest hint of her chest remains exposed.

I want to lick every freckle across her skin.

She twirls to give me the full view. “Everything you imagined?”

I swallow hard, all of my words tied together low in my throat.

Her laugh has heat thrumming just under the surface, but she leans in and plants a kiss on me—soft and tender—before she retreats. “Don’t forget to lock up.”

Ginger dashes out the front door to run back to work, and I struggle to breathe.

I can’t believe I was so brazen. Now, every time I’m in this house, I’m going to picture taking her on those damn stairs. My cock, which was at half-mast, rears back to throbbing hardness.

It doesn’t matter that I didn’t get off. Those entire seven minutes were bliss, a high that sparks an addiction. God, she came so quickly for me.

It’s not always the finished product, but the time making something that satisfies me.

I rub my hand down my face and shake myself out of my stupor. Grabbing the tool I’d originally come here for, I follow Ginger back to the hospital to fix the booth I’d been asked to fix.

It’s easy to catch glimpses of Ginger as she hops between booths and people, interacting so easily with adults and kids alike. I’m completely enchanted by her.

A hand comes down on my shoulder, and Jackson leans in. “Are those bite marks on your neck, brother?”

Forcing the guilty feelings away, I turn to find him following my far-off stare—Ginger dancing with a young girl and offering her a candy cane.

“It seems she’s in a particularly feisty mood today.”

13

JACKSON

The carnival was a huge success. Damn near the entire town seemed to come out to play games, eat food, and donate. We got over ten thousand dollars from donations alone. The games, food, and toys brought in another fifteen thousand for the hospital.

Plus, the local and national networks stopped in to film their fluff pieces. That will trickle in more donations over the next few days since Ginger made a sign with a QR code right out front where they were stationed. She’s absolutely brilliant.

We’ve been cleaning up for a coupleof hours, and we only need to sweep up. I find Ginger out front, still in her elf costume except now she’s wearing her sneakers.

She’s humming loudly enough that I can hear her from a few feet away, and she’s bopping to the beat, paying no mind to anyone who might see her. I love that part of her. She’s so unequivocally herself. Genuine. Even when she’s working.

I grab her broom. “Good job today.”

She looks up at me with bright eyes and red cheeks. Her smile is wider than normal. Ginger leans a little too to the side, and I catch her by the arm as she wobbles.

“Are you drunk, Miss Thatcher?”

Her smile transforms into a full-blown grin with a little giggle. “Mm, no. But I am tipsy.”

To prove her point, she pulls a small, silver flask from the bodice of her dress and takes a swig.

I shake my head at her, but she’s just pulled off the best event we’ve ever had, and I can’t help but smile at the way she’s gone from the woman in charge to this silly young thing again. There’s so many layers to her, and I want to peel back each one. Pull out every different face. Every version. Until I know her completely.

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