Page 121 of A Very Naughty Christmas

That must have been why she kept working so many extra hours. She didn’t want me to see how much this cost. The only way that would happen was if she received one of her overtime checks, cashed that, and used the money to pay the jeweler.

“Is this why you’ve been working so much? So you could use your overtime checks to purchase this?”

When her head fell to stare at her hands in her lap, I knew I had my answer.

Lifting her chin in my hand, I waited until she looked into my eyes. Her gaze was so innocent.

“Honey, the next time that you have a gift idea like this, I’d rather you take money from our joint account instead of working yourself to the bone.”

“But then it wouldn’t have been a surprise. You would have wanted to know what I was spending the money on and if I hadn’t told you, you would have tickled it out of me.”

I couldn’t help the grin that crossed my face when she admitted that. It was true.

“Plus, I wanted to buy you this present with my own money entirely,” she added.

I could understand where she was coming from. If I were in her place, I’d want tokeep this present a surprise and have the pride to say that I purchased it entirely with my own money. However, as her daddy, master, and husband, I didn’t want her to work herself to the bone ever again for a present.

“How about this, baby girl; from now on, I won’t tickle any secrets out of you when it comes to gifts. That way, you don’t have to work yourself to exhaustion, but you still get to keep your present a secret.” Her face lit up at my compromise, but I wasn’t finished yet. “However, I hope that you know that no present is worth you disobeying me. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

“Excellent. Now, let’s open up the rest of the presents.”

“Okay!”

She hopped out of my lap and over to the few remaining gifts. We made quick work of opening the rest of them. Overall, we each made a pretty decent haul. I couldn’t wait to try out the new shaver that Chloe had purchased for me. It guaranteed that it wouldn’t leave any nicks. I was very skeptical of that.

Plus, she had gotten me the entire series of the originalMission: Impossibletelevision show. Growing up, I had loved watching old episodes with my grandfather. I couldn’t wait to view them again with her.

She seemed to like all of the presents that I had purchased for her too. Well, except for the new hairbrush. I could visibly see her gulp and pale when she pulled out the extra-large, square wooden brush.

I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to use it on her ever, but it was good for her to know that I had it in my implement arsenal if I needed it.

Now that all of the presents were open, we moved to the family room where our stockings hung. We each grabbed our stocking, then plopped onto the couch and took out the candy and small trinkets we’d put in for each other, but weren’t big enough to wrap.

“I love these Cadbury eggs! I didn’t know that they made them for Christmas,” she shouted as she emptied her stocking.

“They don’t. I bought those during Halloween and froze them until last night. I know how much you love them. Now you can have a couple during the holidays.”

“Thank you.”

She unsheathed one of the eggs from the foil and bit into it. “Honey, I want you to eat only one of those eggs. They’re meant to be a treat. Plus, it’s not even ten o’clock in the morning yet. You shouldn’t even be having sugar right now.”

She sent me a chocolatey smile. “Sorry, Sir.”

I couldn’t resist her adorableness. “It’s all right.”

Removing the rest of the candy from my stocking, I was happy with what she hadchosen for me. She knew how much I loved plain M&Ms. If only my dentist agreed with my passion. Then again, with how much money I had paid for my last filling, he probably did.

I was piling all of my stuff back into my stocking when I felt a tug on my pajama pants. My little elf was sitting at my feet, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“What is it, honey?”

“I have one last present that I’d like to give you.” Her hand traveled up my pant leg and settled on the bulge of my shaft. With the sudden contact, it started to grow. “May I?” she asked, her hand at my waistband.

“Yes.”

She gently tugged my now fully erect cock and balls from my briefs and pajama pants. She licked her lips before they closed around my shaft.

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