12 Naughty Days of Christmas_Volume Four

by Piper Stone

  “This is because I love you,” Richard said. “If you are going to stay with me, you can expect to be loved a lot and spanked a lot.”

  Lauren moaned at the light spanking. Then as abruptly as he started, he stopped, rolling her onto her back again. He lifted her legs, holding them behind the knee, raising her bottom off the bed.

  “If you’re ever very naughty,” he said, his hand tracing circles on her stretched buttocks. “I’ll spank you in this position. Hard.”

  To demonstrate how painful that would be, Richard slapped her once. Lauren yelped.

  “The problem with this position is my hand may slip.” He lightly smacked the folds of her pussy.

  “No,” she begged.

  Smiling his wolfish grin, he shifted himself between her thighs. He hooked her knees over his shoulders while the silken head of his cock pushed insistently at her folds.

  “Now!” she pleaded.

  He slammed into her. After they came, in an explosive simultaneous crescendo, Richard wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her again, dropping feathery kisses on the side of her face.

  Lauren hovered in the land of clouds and moonshine, tingling with the joy of her third orgasm in a row. She didn’t know who or what or where she was. She was stardust, she was magic glitter. If only this moment could last forever.

  In the morning they took time for coffee and toast together as usual. Lauren waited until Richard was almost ready to leave before she tried again.

  “I’d really rather stay here with you.”

  “But you’re going to Maui. Otherwise I’d have to paddle your cute butt every day for disobedience. You wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a month.”

  A red tide of humiliation crawled up her neck. “I don’t want to see you tonight,” she said.

  “Are you sulking?” he asked, taking his mug to the sink.

  “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just hurt that you want to get rid of me for Christmas. Maybe I’m suspicious that you’re going to spend it with someone else?”

  Richard sighed and sat down across from her. Fatigue etched his face. “You’re right. I am going to spend it with someone else.”

  A chill pinned Lauren to the spot. She’d known this was too good to be true. Now he was going to tell her he was secretly married. He had to spend Christmas with his wife and six children.

  He laughed before kissing her. “Yeah, Ned and I are going to have a barrel of laughs. Christmas Day we are taking our alcoholic, drug-addict mother out for dinner. She arrives tomorrow night but fortunately she is staying in a motel. When I found out you were going to Maui, I was relieved. You’re not ready to spend Christmas Day with my mother. I’m not ready for that. Trust me, Maui will be more fun.”

  Lauren hung her head. He had secrets, of course. Everyone did. He’d always avoided talking about his family and now she understood. She hadn’t expected the details to be so grim.

  He touched her cheek. “So what do you say? Can we spend tonight together? Or would you rather wait and see me in the New Year?”

  Lauren relented immediately. She was ashamed of herself for acting so petulantly.

  That night they made love over and over again, storing the memories of each other until they’d be together again.

  By the time Lauren got to her office the last day before Christmas, the snow was settling on the ground. She parked her suitcase in the coat closet in reception, knowing the only client appointment for the day was Regina at 10:00.

  Lauren and one paralegal, the only staff on, were allowed to close the office at noon, which was plenty of time to get to the airport for her 3:00 flight to Maui. She reminded herself that many people would be grateful to be in her situation, going on an all-expenses paid holiday to a five-star Hawaiian hotel. She needed to change her attitude.

  She took Regina’s will and power-of-attorney forms down to the main floor conference room. Her office wasn’t big enough for three guests, the paralegal as a second witness, and her. She reviewed the will again, a thick document that provided for Regina’s daughter and grandsons, amongst others. No family member would receive an enormous cash sum, but generous incomes would flow from the trusts created on Regina’s death.

  The power-of-attorney agreement was also ready for signing. Regina had finally decided to appoint her oldest grandson and a friend to these roles, both of whom were coming in with her to sign their consent to act in that capacity.

  Lauren was looking forward to meeting one of Regina’s relatives at last. She was such an amazing woman, surely she had an interesting family.

  10:00 came and went. No Regina. The sky had darkened and seemed lower than it had an hour before. Snow was piling up in drifts at the side of the road. The paralegal linked his cell phone to the office broadcasting system and played Let It Snow on endless repeat.

  At 11:15 Lauren jumped when her phone rang.

  “Merry Christmas. I’ll be there shortly,” Regina said. “Barb got held up at the hairdresser this morning. We’re going to pick her up now.”

  “Is that far?” Lauren watched a car fishtail on the road out front of the office.

  “The Uplands. But don’t worry, Riccardo is a great driver and we have snow tires.”

  “I’ll be here,” Lauren said.

  She’d barely hung up when her phone rang again. Sara sounded anxious. “We’re going out to the airport now. Want us to pick you up?”

  “No. I’ve got to wait for a client.”

  “You’re not going to miss the plane, are you?”

  “I’m not planning on it,” she snapped, annoyed that Sara had read her mind. “But work comes first, especially this client.”

  “Mom and Dad’ll be unhappy if you don’t make it.”

  “I know.” As much as Lauren wanted to stay behind, she knew her parents would be hurt if she didn’t make it. Richard was right; she should go. On the other hand, when Sara arrived with her first serious boyfriend since high school, they’d probably get over it. In fact the rest of the world would fade into dust if Mom thought there was a chance that one of her daughters might settle down, maybe even have a grandchild or two.

  At noon she and the paralegal cleared and salted a path to the front door, for the third time. As she was hanging her coat up, a champagne-colored Mercedes pulled into the parking lot. Lauren recognized it from Regina’s many visits. Three people got out and the driver sheltered the two women under a huge umbrella as they picked their way up the walk.

  Regina sailed in first, followed by a petite dark-haired woman in a black mink coat. The grandson had his back to her as he shook the snow off the umbrella. When he turned around, Lauren gasped.

  “Richard?” She almost dropped Regina’s coat.

  Regina’s eyes narrowed as she looked first at Richard, then at Lauren.

  Richard smiled and the brightness of the sun filled Lauren’s heart.

  “Riccardo, do you know Lauren?”

  “Know her? I’m in love with her.” He opened his arms and she walked into his embrace.

  “Riccardo?” Lauren said, piecing together the puzzle of Regina’s family. She had two grandsons. In her will she’d named them as Marcus Riccardo Madden and Walter Edward Madden, Richard and Ned. Lauren considered the details of the documents. The grandsons were using names that differed from the ones Regina had provided. That could add unnecessary complications.

  From behind her, Regina clapped her hands. “My favorite grandson with my best young friend. What a Christmas present.”

  Richard moved away, holding Lauren at arm’s length. “You’re supposed to be on your way to Hawaii,” he said sternly.

  Lauren glanced at her watch. “My flight isn’t until 3:00.”

  “You can’t spend Christmas away from the man you love,” Regina’s tone was scandalized.

  “He says I have to. My parents are expecting me in Maui.”

  Regina snorted. “Then Riccardo… Richard… you must go too. Meet the girl’s family.”

  It
occurred to Lauren that Regina was possibly the only person she met who was bossier than Richard.

  “I can’t. Ned and I are taking Mom out for dinner tomorrow.”

  “They can come and have dinner with me. That’s what I wanted all along anyway.”

  “What about what Mom wants?”

  “Jody has been phoning me all week, trying to get me to forgive her last stunt. She’ll be happy to be in my good graces again.”

  Lauren had heard the story about Jody’s last visit to Regina’s apartment. After Jody left, Regina discovered two gold necklaces had gone home with her. It wasn’t the value of the necklaces that angered Regina. It was the betrayal. A shadow of sadness crossed Regina’s face at the memory, but she shook it off quickly. She shifted back to business in her usual brusque style.

  “Let’s get this will and power-of-attorney signed right now. Then you can take Barb and me back to my place. Use my car to stop at home and get your passport. Leave the car at the airport. I’ll have it picked up later. You’re going to Maui with Lauren.”

  “Yeah, like I’ll get a ticket at this late notice.”

  “You forget who I am, boy.” Regina said firmly. “Quick, let’s make this happen. I’ll get you a plane ticket and a honeymoon suite.” She winked at Lauren before settling at the reception desk to phone her important contacts.

  Lauren raced upstairs to her office. She quickly amended the will and power-of-attorney to substitute the grandsons’ legal names along with their AKAs.

  When everyone sat down to sign the documents, Regina told Richard she expected both him and Ned to change their names to include Madden as middle names, at the very minimum. Because Jody Anne had never married either of their fathers, Regina had assumed they were both still Maddens.

  Richard said he’d have to think about it. Regina’s smile at that comment said she respected his defiance. Lauren had seen the same smile on his face minutes before he put her over his knee. This family appreciated independent thinking.

  With minimal discussion, all the documents were executed quickly. Regina took her copy of the will and tucked it into her brown satchel. Then the four of them piled into the car, which Richard navigated skillfully through the icy streets.

  Christmas lights, reflecting on the snow on the roads made the airport look like a wonderland. Richard and Lauren raced inside to find their flight was already boarding. They were whisked through security and check-in as VIPs. As they fastened the seat belts in their first-class seats, the doors shut.

  Lauren exhaled for what felt like the first time that day. She glanced at her phone quickly and found five text messages, in increasing tones of panic, from Sara.

  Quickly she texted back. On the plane. In the expensive seats. With Richard. Will come and talk to you when we’re in the air xx.

  She grinned at the thought of Sara’s surprise when she read that one.

  Soon the plane was taxiing for takeoff. The snowbanks at the edge of the runways were several feet high. The snow was falling harder, so thick she couldn’t see back to the terminal building. Richard held her hand as the plane lifted off and soared above the clouds. Soon the crew were on their feet, offering them drinks and snacks.

  “Congratulations.” The flight attendant handed Lauren a flute of champagne. “The airport has closed now. You’re on the last flight out of Victoria until further notice. Merry Christmas.”

  “To Maui,” Richard said, touching his glass to Lauren’s.

  When the flight attendant moved away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag. “Merry Christmas.”

  With trembling fingers, Lauren shook the contents onto the palm of her hand. It was a key on a Suzuki key chain.

  “There’s a bike in the shop with your name on it.” Richard lifted her hand to his lips, kissing one fingertip after another. “Now that you’ve learned to listen to me and let me keep you safe, you’re ready for your own ride.”

  Lauren snuggled closer, thinking of the snow piling up on the streets of Victoria. “It’s true a person should be careful what they wish for. All week long I wanted it to snow. Now I can’t wait for it to stop.”

  “I can think of things we can do to pass the time until then.” He covered her mouth with his and she melted into him, savoring his closeness, the reassurance of his vigilant love.

  As they flew toward the sun, Lauren closed her eyes and remembered Regina sitting across from her in the coffee shop, urging her to take risks, to find adventure.

  Thank you Regina, she thought. Thank you for the best advice I’ve ever had.

  The End.

  Libby Campbell

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  A Date for December

  12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2017

  Alyssa Bailey

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  Chapter 1

  Tucker James walked into his Fort Worth office and mentally acknowledged the seasonal decorations. He nodded to his assistant on the phone. He’d grown to dread this time of year. Christmas used to be his favorite holiday, but that had changed. Now it was just another thing that he had to play a part in, a believable part, as the president and CEO of his family’s corporation.

  His parents were gone to their winter retreat in Puerto Rico, and he could go visit them for the actual holiday, but that wasn’t his thing. Tucker’s sister, Susan, was happily married and had three children. If he needed holiday spirit he would just go to her house, they had enough to spare. But when everything was said and done, he still went home alone.

  In the earlier years, before the company took his life over, the holidays used to hold a joy about them; but that was before he became bored with the women he dated and the events he went to, even the presents they would exchange. It had all become so predictable, so plastic.

  Well, Thanksgiving was over, and that put
several things on the calendar to be addressed. The most important of which was to interview prospective dates for the mandatory December parties. Of course, he could show up stag, but if he did, it would cue the world to his lack of current attachment and the female floodgates would open.

  His assistant Margaret was off the phone now and looking expectantly at him. “It’s after Thanksgiving, so do I send out the same request for a December girlfriend? I could see if some of the finalists from last year might still be worth looking at this year and make the choice quicker.”

  “I want to make sure I get some new faces, but if you do the first round of screening, that will help. I’ll go from there just like last year. Except, this year we want to change the contract and put an end date instead of an ending event. I was invited to several parties that I had to turn down last year because the invitations were for dates after the corporate Christmas party and our association had ended.”

  “That’s a good idea, so shall we say at midnight on the twenty-third?”

  “Perfect.”

  Tucker knew that in the world of boyfriends and husbands he was considered a catch, but he didn’t feel like one and he certainly didn’t want to be treated like one. That’s why hiring someone to be his date for the month of December made sense. His assistant came up with the idea three years ago, and he was skeptical at first. His sister Susan was scandalized that he had done it, but it had worked out well. So he did it again last year with no ill effects. Why stop a good thing, and this was a good thing, right? It was time to look at doing another year.