White Hot Holidays 1: Santa's Lap
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“How sad. He had everything, a thriving business and financial security, but wasn’t satisfied.” Tasha thought about the two bucks she spent on tickets weekly. Spending hundreds or thousands of dollars every week was beyond her comprehension.
When Reed finished, he stood and pulled her into his arms. “Where were we?”
“Anywhere you want to be,” she said suggestively.
“I wish we could go back to bed, but with the system now working properly, Stu would see everything.”
Tasha looked up into his blue eyes, deep enough to drown in. “I guess our time together is over. It’s been wonderful.”
Reed drew in a deep breath. “Well, we knew tonight would have to end.”
Tasha waited, hoping he would say anything to let her know he was interested in seeing her again. What if all he’d wanted was one night of fun and games? Did he expect everything to go back to the way it had been now that the night was almost over?
He said nothing more to her but called Stu on the walkie-talkie, telling him it was all right to return to his post. Reed opened the door and they left the office.
Chapter Five
“I have only a few hours to clean this place up,” Reed commented as he glanced at his watch after they’d returned to the display bed.
The bedding was all tangled, and most of the pillows were on the floor. The remains of their late-night snack littered the table. It had been a night of dreams coming true for Tasha, but now it was over. She had to face the reality that Reed might not be interested in anything more permanent.
“Yeah, Rob will be here at seven sharp,” she said quietly. “I’ll help you.”
“No, I’ll drive you home then come back.”
“I have my car, but I’ll stay until we get things set right again. By the time we’re done, nobody will ever know what happened here tonight.” Tasha started to pick up a pillow, but Reed caught her and swung her around.
“What kind of date is that if I let you help clean up?” He brushed back the short hair that had flown into her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “I want more dates with you, a lot more. A lifetime of dates.”
Tasha’s heart skipped a beat. This is what she wanted to hear from him. “I want that too, Reed.”
“Did you know that I’ve been half in love with you for a long time now?”
Startled, she shook her head. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“You were too young.”
She laughed. “You’re only five years older than me.”
“Now it doesn’t matter, but back then when I was nineteen and you were fourteen, you were jailbait.”
Tasha laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I went away to college, and on my visits home watched you change from a girl into a woman. You were my little brother’s friend, and sometimes I thought there was more than just friendship between you two. By the time I realized you would never be anything more than buddies, Uncle Roger and I had our big argument. When I took that job in the city, I hoped you’d still be here when I came back.”
“Oh, Reed. I never knew.” For some reason, tears burned her eyes, and she blinked. She didn’t cry but she wanted to. “I had a crush on you back then, but I never dreamed you thought of me in any way other than Rob’s pesky friend.”
“You were never a pest.”
“You were always telling us to get lost,” she protested.
“Rob was the pest.” Reed grinned. “You just happened to be with him.”
Tasha shook her head. “It’s probably a good thing I didn’t know. I would have been even more awkward and self-conscious than I was.”
“I didn’t see you that way. I saw a very pretty girl who would—and did—grow up to be a beautiful, sexy woman.”
Warmth seeped into her cheeks. “Thank you, Reed.”
“But that was the past. We have the future ahead of us, Tasha. I want to share it with you.”
“Me too,” she murmured breathlessly.
It was enough for now. Love would come. She could feel it blossoming in her heart, the teenage crush changing into real feelings for this man. And she could see it shining in Reed’s eyes when he looked at her. Love would grow between them in their future together. She was so happy she had decided to sit on Santa’s lap.
Tasha stared at the mess they’d made. “Before we start cleaning this up, I’d like to see you in the red velvet suit one more time.”
Reed threw back his head and laughed. “So you can sit in my lap again?”
She looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes. “Maybe.”
They made their way to the front of the store where Reed had left the Santa costume. He picked up the pile of red velvet. “I’ll have to send this to the cleaners as soon as they’re open.”
She searched around the chair. “Isn’t there an elf costume somewhere?”
Reed nodded. “It’s on a mannequin in the window with the rest of the display.”
Tasha moved aside the red curtain and went up the steps into the window. The whole area had been transformed into a winter wonderland. The floor was covered in a white cloth over thick padding to simulate snow, and the corners of the window had been sprayed to appear ice-frosted. Tinsel, garland and strings of lights were draped along the walls and around the edge of the window.
The decorated tree sat in one back corner. The waist-high snow drift was next to the opposite wall. Huge candy cane poles tied with big green bows sat on the drift among toys and small appliances which were there to suggest gifts potential customers might want to get those hard-to-buy-for people on their lists. The mannequin, dressed in a red velvet elf suit that matched Santa’s, stood behind the drift.
She peered out the window. Everything was quiet and still. This early, no one was stirring, not even a mouse. No cars passed by and no pedestrians braved the cold. Tasha eyed the mannequin again. The elf suit should fit…
Reed joined her in the window. Behind the snowdrift, he changed into the Santa suit and Tasha donned the elf suit, complete with the pointy ears she’d found in the makeup kit sitting on the floor. The flared skirt fit well enough and went halfway to her knees, but the top was a little snug. Her breasts threatened to spill over the stretchy neckline trimmed in white fur if she breathed too hard or bent over.
“Come here, my little elfling,” Reed growled in a husky Santa voice behind the frothy white beard.
She went into his arms and his mouth covered hers, the whiskers tickling but not enough to distract her from Reed’s lips and tongue as they moved over hers. He rolled her to the white-covered floor, the padding beneath cushioning her shoulder blades and hips as she stretched out beneath him. He settled between her legs and she felt his cock, candy cane hard once again, nudge her.
When their lips parted, Reed gasped for air. Her hand searched between them for his cock.
He hadn’t zipped the Santa trousers, and she closed her fingers around his hard shaft with a sigh. His cock was hot and a finer smoothness than the velvet they wore. She moved her hand up and down over the hard length, from the nest of coarse curls to the bulging tip.
Reed groaned, sitting back on his heels, and Tasha rose, propping herself on one elbow while still caressing his cock. His mittened hands lifted the hem of the skirt to her waist. He smiled at finding she hadn’t put on the brief shorts that went with the suit.
Red velvet touched her wet pussy. He rubbed her labia and clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through her, and she squirmed, her hips writhing to match his movements. The night had been a fantasy come true for her too, but the reality fueled her passion. Her body responded easily to Reed and his touch.
He brought out a condom pack and ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled it down over his cock then leaned forward, resting a hand on each side of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he drove into her.
Their bodies pumped together, and each thrust brought her closer to the edge of orgasm. Their hips became a fren
zy of movement until every nerve ending ruptured with pleasure. She cried out, and Reed leaned forward, his mouth covering hers and catching the sound.
Then Reed groaned his release as his hips screwed against hers. When his cock slithered out of her, he rolled over to his side, and she went into his arms, her backside against him. She looked up at the string of lights twinkling around the window. They had shifted beyond the snow drift and were partly in sight of the window.
“Oh, Reed,” she cried out. “Anyone could have come along and seen us.”
“If they did, I hope they enjoyed the show as much as I did,” he growled into her ear.
“Too bad we didn’t catch this time on camera either.”
Reed rifled in his pocket and brought out a DVD. “The camera actually recorded us earlier. While I was making the copy of Paul, I made a copy of us playing in Santa’s chair and on the bed then erased them from the hard drive. We can watch this to celebrate New Year’s.”
Tasha giggled. “That sounds lovely.”
They lay still for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and enjoying being in each other’s arms.
Then Reed kissed her cheek. “Tonight is like a fantasy come true.”
“You’ve fantasized about fucking an elf?”
He laughed. “That too, especially if the elf is as sexy as you. But I meant fucking you in every department in the store.”
She grinned. “We missed a few.”
Reed’s hand dipped into her red velvet bodice and caressed her breast. “We can take care of that next Christmas.”
“And will I get to sit in Santa’s lap?” Tasha closed her eyes, melting at Reed’s touch.
“You can sit in my lap,” Reed promised, “any time during the year, for many years to come.”
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