Page 6 of HoHoHo for You

Sam arched one brow. “It’s not outside the realm of possibility.”

I was still trying not to laugh, but also gettingturned the fuck on.“But, wow, Santa… aren’t you married? I mean, can we even do this?”

“Tsk tsk, Bridget. You think I’ma good boy? I’m theAnti-Santa.But yes, I am, and my wife is hot as hellfire. Just so you know.”

His eyes dragged down to my mouth again and I thought he’d kiss me, but he let me go and dropped down into a squat like he hadn’t just turned a blowtorch on my insides.

As I blinked and tried to regain the upper hand, he dug around in that bag on the floor, then straightened again with a rectangular box in his hand.

He stared down at me for a second, pulling the present out of my reach when I grabbed for it. “Can’t stop being naughty even when youshould,” he muttered like he was disappointed. “No wonder you’re the one I have the most presents for.”

“Give it to me!” I said excitedly. “Please?”

Sam’s lips pursed as he pretended to be thoughtful. I thought he’d kiss me, or fuck me,thengive me the present. But to my shock, he suddenly grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up and over his shoulder, slapping my ass when I shrieked and carrying me out of the room and down the hallway.

“Sam!”

“It’s Krampus—but quiet now. I have work to do.”

And then… then he sang softly as he carried me to the bedroom.

“You better watch out, you better not sigh.

You better not pout, I'm telling you why:

The Anti-Santa’s coming to town.

He's made you a list you’ll want to read twice,

He knows all the ways you’re naughty and nice.

The Anti-Santa’s coming to to-own.”

He turned the corner in the hallway that led back to our room, and let his voice drop to a deep gravel, but kept singing.

“He watches when you’re sleeping,

He stalks when you're awake.

He knows that you’re a naughty girl.

Keep it up, for goodness sake!”

He slapped my ass again and I squeaked. By then I was gripping his back and babbling at him to put me down, but he cranked his free arm around my thighs and kept me on his shoulder as he pushed into the bedroom.

“You better watch out, you better not sigh,

Better not pout, I'm telling you why:

The Anti-Santa’s coming to toooooown.”

He dropped to kneel and put my feet on the ground as he held that last note. I giggled.

“You’re such a dork.”

“A dork who can spank your ass, so watch your mouth,” he muttered, tossed my present onto the bed, grabbing my hips to stop me turning around because there were other things in the room, but I hadn’t had a good look at anything yet.

Still kneeling in front of me, he grabbed my chin and wouldn’t let me turn my head. “Look at me,” he said, and all the playful fun was gone from his tone and his expression.

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