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“This is like the Houston Rodeo, but for kids at Christmas.”

“Agreed. Paolo is waiting inside. Let’s go find him.”

She loops her arm in mine and weaves us through the maze of booths and tents until we reach a service entrance discreetly tucked under one of two sweeping staircases nestled close to the grand house. The entry is far less congested, providing a welcome respite from the overwhelming madness of the main event. We murmur apologies as caterers and staff bustle past us on a mission to deliver food, drinks, and other party items.

“This way.”

She tugs on my hand when I get distracted by the hundreds of sugary pastries being pulled from three commercial ovens larger than my entire living room. She leads us to a back staircase, the noise growing quieter as we descend, and when we finally get to the landing, I feel as though I can breathe again.

“That mayhem outside is dizzying,” I comment, taking a moment to regain my composure.

As I speak, Taylor steps into Paolo’s awaiting arms, and I find myself face-to-face with a towering Santa Claus figure.

“Sweet Jesus, the surprises never end,” I murmur to myself.

“Not Jesus, sweetheart. Santa Sebastian.”

3

SEBASTIAN

“Well, well, who do we have here?” I say in my best Santa voice. My laughter is hearty and animated as she looks at me with a slight frown. Paolo’s hand remains on Taylor’s waist as he quickly makes introductions.

“This is Chloe Miller. Taylor’s best friend that I was telling you about, Seb,” Paolo says as if we have talked about this, but we haven’t.

I’d have remembered a hot MILF if he told me about one. Chloe extends her hand, but her frown intensifies as her eyes dart to the unlikely couple and then to me. I don’t bother pulling down my white beard. I enjoy the advantage of her not knowing what I look like.

Her handshake is limp and uninterested, which makes it even more challenging. Most women are all over me. Getting laid is easy, but figuring out if they like me for my wealth, family, or connections is difficult and annoying.

“You have a lovely home, Sebastian,” she says dutifully, her eyes sweeping the décor around us before settling back on me while

I inspect her from blonde halo to red toenails. There’s an air of confidence about her that’s both alluring and stimulating. Her long hair is pulled into a ponytail that cascades down her back and brushes her shoulder when she turns toward Taylor. Her blue eyes are flat and unimpressed by my extravagance as she checks the time on her delicate watch.

Her red jumpsuit accentuates a tiny waist and slender body, just the type of woman I go for—easily fucked against the wall. Her silvery shoes match her jewelry, and I’m getting a stiffy thinking about her only wearing them.

“Thank you. Wanna see my North Pole?”

Her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen in surprise. Suddenly, I’m mesmerized by the bright red lipstick on her perfect lips and imagining how hot they’d look staining my dick.

“Excuse me?”

“Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.”

I chuckle and grab the stuffed belly of my Santa suit, hoping she’ll do just that. Older women are Paolo’s thing, not mine, but I wouldn’t mind a go or two with this broad. That ponytail could come in handy wrapped around my fist as I fuck her from behind.

She rolls her eyes and turns to Taylor, ignoring me when she says, “I’m going back outside. At least I can handle nonsense from a little kid, not an oversized idiot.”

Without waiting for a reply, she turns and tosses that long ponytail I’d like to use as a handle over her shoulder before disappearing the way she came.

Damn, what a woman.

“Sebastian, we talked about this,” Paolo scolds, cupping Taylor’s waist as she looks torn between staying with us and going after her friend. I shrug, not feeling particularly remorseful.

“What? She’s hot.”

If Paolo didn’t want me to hit on her, Taylor should have brought an ugly friend. I can’t be blamed for her having a hot friend. He lets out an exasperated sigh, clearly torn between reprimanding me and trying to keep the peace. Taylor wears a conflicted expression. Her loyalty is divided between her best friend and her boyfriend’s best friend.

“Sebastian,” Paolo begins, his tone firm but laced with exasperation. “Can you just not be yourself for once and not be vulgar with women?”

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