Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
The sparkle in her eyes would normally fill me with lust, but for some reason it grates at me this morning. I don’t need my sack emptying every minute of the day. I might enjoy it, but I don’t need it.
I guess it’s me who’s been triggered as I give a ‘great stuff’ and walk away.
She’s out of the bathroom as I take down one of my robes from the back of the bedroom door and wrap myself up.
“Jeez, Reuben. What’s up this morning? It’s like we’re a married couple in a mood with each other, not a hooker and a client.”
It’s my eyes that are like fire as I switch on the bedroom light to look at her.
“You are not a hooker, and I’m not a client. Not here. Not now.”
I head downstairs and put the coffee machine on. I need my caffeine. Fuck it, I hate feeling like this. Walls are there for a reason. It hurts like a bastard when they have to come up after being broken down. I take out a mug for Tiffany as well as myself, taking advantage of the squirty cream to make her a hot chocolate. I know she enjoys them in the morning.
She’s been rummaging in my wardrobe when she comes down. She’s dressed in a pair of my loose joggers and a big hoodie, which looks like she’s wearing a huge onesie. The hoodie is way too long for her.
“Sorry,” she says. “Can we just start over? I don’t know what this bullshit is, but I don’t like it.”
The eyes that are looking at me aren’t Creamgirl’s now, they’re Tiffany’s. Her gaze drops as she fake examines her nail extensions.
I force my own unease away for the sake of her smile. And my own.
“Of course. Good morning, Tiffany. I’ve made you a hot chocolate.”
Her grin is bright as she heads over and takes it from me.
“Thank you, kind sir.” She raises herself on tiptoes to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Aren’t you off to the grotto soon? The kids will be desperate to see you.”
“Yes, I am, and yes, I’m sure they will be.” I take a chance on impulse as she sips her hot chocolate – giving herself a cute cream moustache. “Why don’t you come along? There are always elf vacancies.”
Her eyebrows raise. “What? To the mall? With you?”
“You could come to the grotto, yes. Get in costume.”
She puts a hand on her hip. “Do elf costumes come in plus size?”
“We have plenty of elf costumes in plus size, Tiff. You’d make a cutie.”
“And what if someone saw us…” She looks right at me. “Someone, you know, who shouldn’t.”
I get a shiver, because her concern is well founded. Sometimes my associates do call in. They like Firenzo’s – my restaurant at the top of the mall.
“You could put your hair up, leave off the catflicks for a day.”
She giggles. “I think catflicks are done for me for the day anyway. Have you seen the state of them?”
There are barely any traces left to see. I kissed her so many times last night, licking and sucking that there is barely a hint of makeup left on her gorgeous face.
“It’s up to you.” I sip my coffee, grateful for the caffeine since my head is thumping after last night. My fuel tank is running on empty after playing with the goddess for so long. “I’d best go get ready anyway. Books, scrolling, TV, they are all there for your attention. Explore the house. Have a snooze.”
“Reuben wait,” she calls when I reach the stairs. She bites her lip, and my heart dares to race. “I’ll come. I’ll be an elf for the day. You’re right, nobody will recognise me. Not with my hair up.”
My heart soars as I grin.
“Great, we’ll be pleased to have you. So will the kids. They’re going to love another elf on the team, especially one with a smile like yours.” I hold out a hand. “Come on, let’s go get ready. I have clothes that will fit you better than that, at least until we get there.”
“Phew,” she laughs. “These joggers are going right up my butt crack.”
My cock hardens at her laugh. Tiffany’s laugh. Her real smile. The true humour in her eyes.
“I’ll be going up your butt crack later, missy. But I’ll be diving a lot deeper than those joggers.”
“Promises, promises,” she says as she takes my hand.
“A promise I intend on keeping.” I give her ass a good slap.
That sends her giggling and shooting up the stairs ahead of me.
“Look at you!” she says from the landing.
I look down at myself, wondering if my growing cock has escaped my robe.
It hasn’t. Not yet, anyway.
“This,” she says.
When I look back up the stairs, the gorgeous Tiffany is grinning wide, pointing at her huge smile with both hands.