Page 93 of Silver Fox

“I can’t believe the match didn’t reply.” Her shoulders drooped. “What’s the point of matching if you don’t reply?”

“Don’t give up so soon. It’s Christmas, and it’s the season of miracles. Let’s not be sad. Santa’s coming this evening.”

She checked over her shoulder, and her eyes glazed over with desire.

“Does that mean I’m coming too?”

“Hypothetically, it’s a definite yes.” I kissed her.

The sound of her chuckle eased my guilt, but only the truth could erase it. I pulled away.

“The kids are getting dressed to build a snowman.”

She stepped away but kept my hand in hers. “Are we in an avalanche zone?”

“No.”

“Then let’s build a snowman.”

Thick snow fell from the sky as we rolled heavy balls throughout the powder. I pushed the spheres while Laura made snow angels with the kids. Foxy came up to the last one and helped me build the snowman’s head. His cheeks were red and his eyes shone brightly as he grinned from ear to ear.

“SayDada,” I whispered.

He stopped, looked up, and repeated, “Dada.”

My heart nearly ripped out of my chest.

“Laura, did you hear that? He said Dada.”

I lifted him into my arms and spun in a circle.He tilted his head back and squealed, catching snowflakes on his tongue.

“Dada, Dada!”

I couldn’t wait for Laura to reunite with her daughter.

Laura got up from making snow angels with Laila, and they treaded through the snow. We finished making the snowman, with a carrot for his nose and charcoals for the eyes and mouth. I cut off two lower branches from a spruce for the arms.

The kids jumped up, clapping, and my parents opened the front door. My father wrapped his arm around my mother as she took in the scene with her hand placed over her heart.

“It’s almost suppertime,” she called out.

I lifted Laila and Foxy into my arms, and we went inside. We changed the kids out of their snowsuits, dressed, and joined the family for a beautiful dinner. They had set the long table with poinsettias and flickering candles. My mouth watered and my stomach grumbled. I patted Olivier on his back, thanking him for the beautiful dinner. The chef was truly a master. Joy and love filled the room. After dinner, I changed into a Santa suit for the annual reading of the Christmas story, then listened to everyone’s wishes as they sat on my lap. I winked across the room to where Laura was sitting beside her best friend, and she lifted her glass of eggnog in a cheer.

I wiggled my finger for her to come hither. She whispered something into Allie’s ear and strolled straight to my lap. I secured her in my arms and nuzzled my white beard against her ear.

“Merry Christmas, Laura.”

“Merry Christmas, sexy Santa.”

“Do you remember what happened last time you had spiced eggnog?”

“Of course I do. That’s why I plan to stay sober. This one’s alcohol-free, and please tell me you’re bringing the Santa costume to bed.”

“Maybe another time. Tonight, Santa intends to stay very naked.”

She shifted in my lap, and my dick hardened.

“Remember what you asked for the last time you sat on my lap?”

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