Page 33 of Loving the Legend
When I see the “naughty elf” written across the butt flap, I howl with laughter. The butt area, double cargo pockets, andelbows are lined with buffalo plaid. There’s a large fuzzy white pom-pom attached to the apex of his hood.
How did they make a Christmas-themed onesie for a dude that big? I have to suck in air to stop my stomach from cramping.
Are those buttons along the butt flap?I have many questions.
Buttons that start low down his chest, below his nipples, fasten the whole thing. They end right above his groin area. He flexes his muscles, causing the velvet over his groin to shift, outlining his dick, and my cock stirs.
Damn.
The more the fabric shifts, highlighting the swell and ripple of muscles, the more my erection grows. It’s kinda obscene how sexy he looks. I stifle a groan when he spins one last time, and one button on the butt flap unsnaps, revealing a sliver of skin. I covertly place a pillow over my lap.
“Um, one question. Was it custom-made?” I pipe up, needing a distraction.
His jaw drops. “How’d you know? Kieran gifted it to me. He ordered it for me from a guy out in San Francisco. Copped one for Tommy too, but on his butt it reads ‘I’m so good Santa came twice.’’’ He chuckles, then bends down and picks up the gift I brought him. By some miracle, the buttons remain snapped in place.
“Were you napping?”
I nod. “Power nap.”
“Cool. I’ll let you get back to it, but I want you to open your gift.”
“I can come downstairs, and we can open them together with your family,” I offer, then regret it since I’m still rocking an erection.
“All good. I know you’re resting. Open yours first.”
“No, you first. Remember, if I had more time, I would have put more thought into it.”
“Whatever it is, it’ll be great,” he says as he rips open the wrapping paper, starting with the two triangular flaps and then the middle seam.
“It’s a picture frame,” he says. He flips it over so that it’s right side up. As he reads the quote, I watch his sexy grin spread into a bright smile.
“You remember I said I wanted a copy framed on my wall?”
I grin back. “Yep.” I wasn’t sure he would remember telling me he wanted a framed copy of the unabbreviated quote fromThe Count of Monte CristoI read out loud during our interview.
“It’s perfect,” he says, meeting my gaze.
“You can replace the frame if bronze ain’t your thing. Options were limited.”
“Nah, it’s perfect. Seriously.” He hugs it against his chest.
“Glad you like it.”
“Open yours!” He passes me the gift from the nightstand, chewing on his lip.
“You wrapped this?” I ask.
He nods.
“I can tell.” The wrap job is professional.
“Is that a compliment?”
I grin in response. I rip apart the paper and peer at a leather-bound book set. I flip to the cover and seeTheCount of Monte Cristoembossed in gold lettering.
“Wait, are these–?”
“First edition in English,” he confirms.
