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Christopher stops in front of me, his eyes shining. “I did. “

I open my mouth to respond, but he responds. “Top paid player in the NHL baby. I don’t need a job. I just wanted to be near you.” He pulls me in close, and right before I open my mouth to respond, he glances upward.

There, hanging from the rafters just above our heads, is a sprig of mistletoe, leftover from a holiday event. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he gestures at it. “Mistletoe,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. “And I think that means…”

“Well, it is tradition,” I whisper, my voice soft and eyelids hooded.

Christopher doesn’t waste another second. He leans in, his lips finding mine, and the world melts away. The chaos, the worry, the fear—all disappear, leaving only the warmth of his kiss, the strength of his arms around me.

Christopher pulls back with a wide smile on his lips as he looks down at me, his hand brushing my cheek. “This is just the beginning baby: Olympic dreams, three babies, and everything in between.”

CHAPTER 19

CHRISTOPHER

“Wakey, wakey Mr.Claus.” a soft voice whispers over my cheek.

I slowly blink my eyes open, and almost have a fucking heart attack when my eyes land on Josie.

She’s dressed in a tight, red Mrs. Claus dress that hugs her hips and accentuates her curves, especially with the white fur trim around the neckline and hem. She rocks from side to side smiling at me. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a loose bun, complete with a sparkly hair clip shaped like a star. She looks every bit the part of Santa’s wife, and it’s all I can do to keep my jaw from dropping.

“Ho, ho, ho,” she sing-songs, her voice playful and teasing. “Did someone forget to set their alarm this morning?”

I sit up, still half-asleep but fully aroused. “Josie… what are you doing?”

She steps closer, her hips swaying seductively. “Oh, Santa, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what day it is. It’s Christmasmorning! And you have to spread these legs, before you go spread that Christmas cheer.”

Her fingers trail along the edge of her dress, skimming over her hips, and I feel a surge of heat rush through me, becausefuckshe looks like the best present I have ever gotten in my life, and it takes every fiber of my being not to rip that dress off of her.

“Mrs. Claus has some very special gifts for you this year,” she purrs, dropping to her knees beside the bed. Her gaze never leaves mine, smoldering with desire. “But first… let’s see if we can get Mr. Claus out of his pajamas.”

Before I can react, she’s tugging at the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose my hardening length. I groan, my body betraying me as she wraps her hand around me, her touch firm yet gentle.

“Mmm, looks like someone’s excited for Christmas, too,” she teases, her breath warm against my skin as she leans in closer.

I can’t help but reach out, my fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her thigh. “Josie, you’re killing me here.”

She laughs softly, as she looks at me through her eyelashes. “Good. I want you wanting more.”

She shifts her position, her lips hovering just above my tip. Her tongue flicks out, tasting me, and I nearly lose it right then and there.

“Josie… please…” I manage to pant, my hands gripping the sheets for support.

She doesn’t answer, just continues her slow, deliberate descent. Her mouth envelops me, sucking gently as her hand pumps in rhythm. I’m lost in the sensation, barelyaware of anything beyond the warmth of her mouth and the wet heat surrounding me.

“Fuck… Josie…” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow.

She takes that as her cue to increase the pace, her hand moving faster as her mouth devours me. Every stroke, every suck, pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building inside me, threatening to explode.

“Josie, I’m gonna…”

But she doesn’t stop. Instead, she pulls off me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet, baby.”

She stands, swaying her hips again as she moves around to the other side of the bed. I watch, transfixed, as she climbs onto the mattress, positioning herself between my legs. Her dress rides up, revealing the curve of her ass and the tops of her stockings.

“Lie back, Saint Nicholas,” she commands, her voice firm but inviting.

I comply, sinking back into the pillows, my eyes following her every move. She straddles me, her weight pressing down on my thighs as she lowers herself onto my cock. The feeling is incredible, her wet heat enveloping me completely.

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