Page 2 of Jingle all the Way

Her smile falls before she plasters a fake one on her face. “Why not?” she whines.

I sigh. “I’m not interested in dating.” It’s not exactly a lie. I have only had one long-term relationship in my thirty-two years on this earth and that ended badly. I have no interest in doing it again…well unless it’s with a certain neighbor. I would date my cupcake. Fuck her. Make love to her. Bend her over my knee… My cock jumps in my jeans at just the thought of it.

Still not getting the picture, blondie leans in handing me a piece of paper which I assume holds her number. “Just in case you change your mind. If not, I may have to book another session… but next time it will be for some ink on my pussy.” Just as she is saying the words, the door chimes alerting me to someone entering. My head snaps up, eyes landing on Eve who is holding a box.

She looks between me and the girl, her brows furrowing. I step back, suddenly feeling guilty, even though I have no reason to. The blonde spins, waves and throws over her shoulder. “Until next timeBen.” She sashays past my cupcake and out the door. Eve watches after her before her eyes come back to mine.

She smiles but I can tell it’s forced. “Hey, I just wanted to bring you some thank you cakes.” My brows raise. “For agreeing to be Santa.” She clarifies and then adds. “Chocolate, vanilla. I know you said they were your favorite.”

Jesus. This girl kills me. I step towards her. “You really are trying to fatten me up to be the perfect Santa aren’t you?” I chuckle. “Thank you. And yes, they are my favorite.”

She beams up at me and then steps around me to drop the box on the counter. “So, are you ready? To be Santa, I mean.”

I move to sit down on the couch in the waiting room, patting the space beside me, silently asking her to sit down. “Yeah, I told you I hired my Santa suit with a fake belly. I am going to be the best Santa yet.”

Eve laughs, the sound going straight to my chest – and dick – before dropping down beside me. “That’s good. Maybe Delilah will get off my ass then.”

“Delilah?”

Eve sighs. “Head of the PTA and total bitch. She was gloating when the original Santa canceled.”

“Well, I am glad I could help out.” I say honestly.

Eve searches my face as she chews on that plump bottom lip. “I am going to be your sidekick. Eve the elf.” She blurts.

I chuckle. “Well that makes the torture of having to entertain screaming kids for a couple hours even better. You in an elf suit? I can get on board with that.”

Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink and I want to run my tongue across her skin, see what else I can turn red. “Are you sure, you are up for it?” she asks, and I hear the anxiety in her voice.

Shifting slightly, I lean in my mouth hitting her ear. I smirk when she shivers. “Yes. Trust me, it will be worth playing Santa as long as you promise that at some point in the day, I get you sitting on my knee, telling me what a good girl you have been this year.” I pull back and wink. “I may even give you a present.” I growl. She turns even redder if that’s possible and I cup her cheeks, my thumbs stroking the soft flesh. God, she really is beautiful. And even if I agreed to this whole dressing-up thing for selfish reasons, I am glad I did.

She may not know it yet, but Eve is going to be mine.

And unlike Santa I won’t be coming for just one night.

Chapter3

Eve

After putting Myla to bed and reading her a story, I set to work on fulfilling a cake order that is due for delivery tomorrow. When that is all done, I take a nice hot bath working out all the tension in my body.

It’s been a long day.

Once I dropped off the cakes at Bennett’s tattoo parlor – and had to witness that woman all over him – I picked Myla up from school where I had another run-in with Delilah. Even though I have fixed my mistake she can’t help but act passive-aggressively towards me or put me down in front of the other moms. Dealing with the politics of school, well let’s just say it’s exhausting. Most of the parents look down on me because I am a single mother, it’s frustrating to say the least. I work hard to provide for my little girl and just because Myla’s father isn’t around doesn’t mean I am less than them.

Sighing, I pull the plug out of the tub, then climb out wrapping a towel around me. I do my nightly routine of cleansing, toning, and moisturizing before moving to my bedroom only to stop when a light on in Bennett’s home catches my eye. I pad to my window, freezing when Ben comes into view, topless and pulling himself up on what looks to be some sort of gym equipment. My stomach tightens as wetness pools between my thighs. The man is hot and way out of my league but that doesn’t mean I can’t drool over him.

My thoughts drift to what he said in his shop. Something about me being a good girl and sitting on his knee. Was he showing interest or is he just a massive flirt? I almost moan at the thought of doing just that. Sitting on his muscular thighs whilst he whispers dirty words in my ear, his thick fingers traveling up my thighs to the place I want them the most…

I jump, startled out of my thoughts when a thud sounds. Releasing the bar, he stands and if sensing someone is watching him, he turns. Without thinking, I drop down to the floor. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself. If he caught me watching him, he is going to think that I am some sort of creeper.

Crawling away from the window, I stand at my bed out of view of the window., Dropping my towel, I pull on some sleep shorts and a tank. Throwing the wet towel into the hamper, I slide into my bed. My mind drifts to my next-door neighboragainand before I can stop myself my thoughts turn dirty.

His growl. Smell. Height. Everything about him turns me on and the evidence is between my legs. I am wet. Wetter than I have ever been. Although I have dated, I haven’t had sex with anyone since Myla’s father. He was a trust fund brat I met in college, and we had a lot of fun together. I thought we were in love. Then I got pregnant. Although he grew distant through my pregnancy, he was there for me. Until he wasn’t. Myla was only ten days old when he told me he couldn’t be a father.Didn’twant to be a father. He told me his parents had threatened him with his inheritance and he would lose it if he didn’t walk away.

And that’s what he did.

I was nineteen, just given birth and all alone. I ended up leaving school and coming home to be near my parents. It was a struggle, but things eventually started to pick up. I worked all hours I could in a shitty waitress job and managed to rent an apartment for me and Myla. It wasn’t much but it was ours. Even though we were only there for a couple years – until I was able to get a mortgage for where we live now - it was home, one I had provided for my daughter all by myself. It is also the place where I learned that I had a passion for baking and not long after started my own business - The Fairy Cake mother. It’s cheesy but I like it and eventually I would like to open my own shop in town. It will happen, I will make sure of it.

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