Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Dear, I’m sorry.” Mom walks around the table and touches both of Holly’s shoulders. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was—I am—happy for you both. I saw how much you care about each other. I won’t tell you what to do, but my money’s on you making it through—together.”
After hugging Mom goodbye, Holly and I go out to the car.
“I didn’t mean ‘nothing,’” she says as I pull away.
“It’d be easier if you did.”
“I can’t believe she just looked at us and saw.”
“She watches me more than most people. I wouldn’t worry about it. Plus, nobody who knows Dan was there this evening,” I murmur.
“I hate sneaking around. It feels so secret … Santa.”
If there was ever an obvious hint, that’s one for sure. Eventually, I’m going to have to tell her.
She folds her arms and stares out the window. Minutes pass in awkward silence. “Anyway, good luck with your date tomorrow.”
“Snowflake,” I demand. “Stop pouting. I’ve already told you that date means nothing.”
“I’m being petty? I don’t give a fuck.”
She gasps when I grab her leg. I’ve wanted to do it all night. Her thigh is cool to the couch, North Pole-cold, waiting for her Santa to heat her up. She bites her lip, staring at me.
“I just want you,” I confess. “My perfect elf in tight stockings, showing off her thick, gorgeous legs. Don’t even think about me wanting anybody else. It’s not true. It never will be.”
“Never?”
The disbelief in her voice is understandable. I’m making some seriously lofty declarations. Just like over text, I don’t answer. We’re driving down quiet roads.
I slide my hand up her leg, under the hem of her elf’s uniform, and push her stockings down.
“You look perfect,” I tell her. “You feel perfect. All night, I’ve been trying not to stare at your delicious-as-fuck legs in those stockings. If you’re looking for answers, Snowflake, I’ve got none—only one question. Do I want you? The answer’s obvious.”
She moans, touching my arm. I think she’s going to push me away. Then, her resolve wavers. She lets me slide way up her leg, pressing my hand against her underwear.
“Asher,” she moans. “Asher …”
“Tell me to stop,” I groan. “Tell me it’s wrong. Tell me everything I already know. Lie to me, Snowflake, and tell me you don’t want this.”
I press my hand against her underwear, feeling her swollen petals, her nub, her haven getting wet as I drive the Porsche with one hand and drive Holly closer to a release with my other.
She sinks back into the seats, her legs trembling, her moans filling the car with music more welcome than any carol. She closes her juicy thighs around my hand, grinding her hips. It’s wrong. I should stop.
We were having a serious conversation, and I just laid my hands on her like some savage.
Then her entrance grows even wetter. I push her underwear aside and rub my palm against her naked pussy.
“Oh, fu … fuck,” she gasps. “Asher …”
She shakes all over as she shatters. I glance at her legs, the way her flesh shimmers and shakes for me. Then she lets her hands drop, panting, moaning breaths that make my manhood turn to steel.
“What the heck was that?” she demands.
“The result of an entire night spent staring at your legs in those elf stockings. Are you complaining?”
“It hasn’t made things simpler.”
“No, but are you complaining?”
She stares out the window again, redness covering her legs, neck, and cheeks. “No comment.”
I laugh. After a moment, she joins in.
Our laughter stops when she says, “What are we going to do?”
“I wish I knew, Snowflake.”
CHAPTER 19
HOLLY
Iwake up early, ready for my meeting with my Secret Santa in the park. Last night, on the way home, when Asher touched me—
It was not what I was expecting. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t what I wanted. He didn’t give any hints about the meeting this morning. Either he wants to make it a surprise, or I’ve wildly misjudged who my Secret Santa is.
Me: Are we still on for this morning? I text just as I’m about to leave.
My Secret Santa: I wouldn’t miss it for the world, my sweet, unimpeachable princess.
What has gotten into him? Since we arranged to meet, he’s been acting weird.
As I drive toward the office, I think about what Brianna said about things between her son and me seeming natural. Bonding with Brianna felt just as natural, too. I seem to be destined to bond with the whole family.
At the park, I get a coffee from the bakery stall and sit on a bench near the Christmas tree, watching the couples and the dog walkers pass me by. My heart leaps whenever I see a tall guy in a stylish winter jacket. It’s not like I wouldn’t immediately recognize Asher.
His touch is still making my sex throb from the car ride yesterday.