Page 24 of Christmas Candy

Epilogue

Olive

Next Christmas

Isneakdown thestairs and through the kitchen. Hank is talking to customers, assuring them that this year’s batch of Christmas confections is even better than last year’s. I hover near the door and wait for the tinkling sound of the door closing.

Peeking through the crack of the door, I watch as Hank locks the door and then turns off the Candy sign. He grabs a washcloth and begins wiping down the main counter. Our counter.

“Elf number one, reporting for duty.” I walk into the dining area, wearing nothing but a Christmas apron and a pair of red heels.

He stops wiping the counter and gives me a full up and down look. “Why, Mrs. Winters, it appears you’re interested in a few more cooking lessons.”

“I’d certainly like to know how to spice things up, so yes.”

He crooks a finger at me, and I sway my hips over to him.

When I get to him, he whips me around and presses me against the counter. “I can show you a few things.”

“Like what?”

He runs his palms up my bare ass then down again, sliding between my thighs and pressing my legs apart. “Hm, could I interest you in a yule log?”

I snort as his belt buckle jingles and then I feel his cock head moving against my entrance.

“I’m not kidding, Mrs. Winters. This yule log is of the finest quality. Sure to make your season bright.” He pushes inside me, and I bite my lip as he slides his hands under my apron to grip my breasts.

“It certainly seems—” I move my hips against him. “—robust.”

He runs his teeth along my shoulder and bites down as he pulls out and shoves back inside me. I gasp as the fronts of my thighs slap against the glass side of the counter. He pinches my nipples and grinds against me, his cock hitting me in all the right places.

“It has to be robust. After all, I’m a candy maker. It’s my job to keep the sweets nice and filling.” He kisses to the back of my neck and maintains a steady rhythm.

I crane my head back and kiss him. “You don’t just make candy anymore, though.” I stare into his eyes as his brow crinkles in confusion.

“I don’t?”

“No.” I take his hand and press it to my stomach. “You make something a bit more long lasting.”

The confusion leaves his face and is replaced with surprise. He stills. “Are you saying? Do you mean…”

“You’re going to be a daddy.” I kiss him again, then push back against him. “Doesn’t mean you get to go easy on your duties around here.”

“Oh, hell.” He pulls out, turns me around and sits me on the counter, then slides back inside. “I’ll never shirk my duties. I love you too much.”

“I love you, too.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he moves inside me, making me his again and again. “Now make me scream and then make me a candy apple.”

He kisses me. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Jess

Ipeeredthrough the peephole as my neighbor shoved his key into the lock of his apartment door. His broad back was covered with a t-shirt even though the weather still carried a winter chill. Tattoos snaked from his sleeves, black ink in stark lines covering all the way to his wrists.

He turned the lock, the click loud in the quiet hallway. I let out a breath. He froze. Then he turned his head, looking right at me over his shoulder. I already knew his eyes were a deep green. I’d spied on him before, more times than I’d like to admit.

My skin tingled as he eyed the peephole. I didn’t dare move. If I did, he might know I was there. My palms began to sweat where they rested against the door as the moment lasted, his gaze watchful. Finally, he smirked the slightest bit, his full lips quirking before he turned and pushed through his door. He slammed it behind him and I backed away and rubbed my hands down my pajama pants.

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