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“At least I’m not behaving like one. I’m glad the investors understood we had an issue at the mall that had your mind preoccupied.”

“A lot of things are going to change, so you’re going to see a new side of me.”

“I can see.” He chuckles and goes through his phone and notes. The meeting finished just in time for us to make it to the mall to get dressed and for a few minutes to see my woman. It’s been a messy morning, but at least it’s all squared away and I have time to focus on my happiness, which includes Lola.

“So are you going to propose to her on Christmas?”

“I’ll see how it goes. At the latest she’ll be my fiancée by New Year’s Day.” I spent the time away from her, purchasing the ring I’ll be giving to her along with a dozen other gifts for Christmas.

“I’m surprised if you make it that long. One look at her and you seem so different.”

“The right woman can do that to you.” I checked my messages, and she hasn’t replied to the one I sent her this morning. Marianne has already spoken to Dennis to say that Lola’s there, so I know she’s safe, but it doesn’t explain why she didn’t respond to me.

The drive takes almost an hour, cutting my time extremely close. The snow and an accident on the expressway slowed travel to a near crawl. I dash into the mall like a bat out of hell while Dennis tries to keep up behind me.

When I make it to the secured dressing area, I see her, stopping my heart instantly. God, she’s perfection. “I’m so sorry.” I close the distance between us and pull her into my arms. “Good morning, wife.” My mouth slants over hers, pressing our lips together in our first kiss. I pull back and stare into her light brown eyes. “How come you didn’t answer my messages or calls this morning?”

“I forgot my phone at the house.” I don’t like that she forgot it because anything could have happened to her on the way to the mall, including an accident like the one we saw on the way in.

“Well, I messaged to say I was running behind. I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me.” She blushes, but before she can respond, Marianne approaches.

“Good morning, Santa. You better get dressed,” Marianne says, stepping between us with my suit in her hands before stuffing them against my chest.

“We don’t have much time before we get started.”

“I promise I won’t be too long.” I dash into the dressing area and change like lightning, leaving my Santa jacket open because Mrs. Claus has to stuff me up. “Time to fill me in,” I tell her.

“Isn’t that my line?” she teases and I’m grateful that I’m wearing a cup. She’s lucky that we’re surrounded by a bunch of staff members and the lines of kids and parents are filling up outside.

“Lola, you’re asking for a special visit on Santa’s lap.”

“Maybe I am, but right now we don’t have time for that.”

“What about my stuffing?”

“Oh yes.” She grabs the pillows and starts sliding them under my suspenders, taking her time, caressing my chest in the process.

“Are you two having fun? I hate to break up this love fest, but it’s almost time for Santa to greet the kids.” I step back from the woman who will one day be my wife and say. “I need a moment.” Stepping into the dressing room, I check my cup and adjust my cock before fixing my suit. Once I return, I have all the eyes of the staff on me. “I’m ready.”

Chapter Four

Lola

The door opens, and we step out to a large crowd waiting for us. Santa Trent waves with one hand and presents me, twirling me before we take the steps to his seat. I stand to his right, and then we get started with the many anxious and excited kiddos.

The elves open the red and white rope barrier. The first child in line is with his father, who leads the boy up the three steps and then moves off to the side as Santa asks the little boy, “Have you been a good boy this year?”

“I try.” The look of honest concern in the little boy’s eyes tells me he’s not as good as he wants Santa to believe.

With a chuckle that hits me in the core, sexy Santa Trent replies, “I suppose that’s about as good as I can ask for. What would you like for Christmas?”

“A new bike.”

“Well, we’ll try.” The kid’s eyes light up and he grins sweetly. My womb is begging to be filled and I look right at Trent to doing the stuffing.

“Okay. Thank you, Santa.” The boy pops off and looks at me, smiling, grabbing a candy cane as he crosses the walkway before exiting the stairs to his waiting father.

Kid after kid and picture after picture, we make it through the four hours, smiling with a few hiccups. Several of the mothers do give Santa extra-long stares, which I try to let go of, but a hint of jealousy flares in my belly.

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