Santa's Assistant (A Holiday Office Romance Bundle Books 1-3)

by J. L. Beck

  “It feels so wrong, but yet so right.” She purred in my ear, her lips grazing against my throat, the pleasure of her touch sent a zing of electricity to my cock.

  “See, it might be wrong for us to be together but God knows our bodies, souls, and minds know that it’s right.” I nipped at her ear lobe, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making her arch into my touch. Her tits were on full display, and though I wanted to sink my cock into her pussy, I knew it wasn’t happening right now. Instead, I pushed the front of her costume down, releasing both tits from the tight confines of the push up bra.

  “Oh God.” I smiled just as I took her nipple into my mouth, while my other hand kneaded the other tit. Her supple skin was as soft as cashmere.

  I released her tit from my mouth with a pop, the noise filling the car. Her scent washed over me, making the need to take her almost unbearable. Would it be so bad to rip her stockings off of her and slam her down onto my hard as steel cock?

  “Nicolas.” She sighed, her fingers in my hair, her entire body encompassing mine. She was perfect, so fucking perfect, and I wasn’t even sure she realized it.

  “You’re magnificent, Lucy. Beautiful. These fucking curves.” I squeezed her hips, one of my hands trailing over, stopping at her waistband.

  “The way you make me feel is….” Her head tilted back as she started to grind against my cock, the friction between our bodies growing as hot as fire.

  “Tell me, Lucy, how do I make you feel?” I growled, so close to losing control. My chest rumbled, and my senses took over. I was a man on a mission with a primal need to devour her.

  “There aren’t words Nicolas. I just feel free. Normal. If this is wrong, even in the large scheme, of things I don’t want to be right. I don’t want anyone but you.” All, the other woman I had been with, the consequences that would come from this, us being together, none of that mattered, not if I couldn’t have her.

  I knew taking her here in the parking lot of the mall right before the event wasn’t something I should do, after all, she deserved to be taken on the softest mattress with the most expensive sheets in the world.

  I couldn’t help myself, though. Pushing a hand against her shoulder to lean her back across the center console, I twisted in my seat gripping the waistband of the stockings. Before I sealed the deal between us, I looked into her eyes, just to make sure I didn’t see any hesitation, because if I saw even one ounce I would stop dead in my tracks.

  “I want this with you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.” I didn’t care if it made me sound like a pussy. I could handle looking weak in the knees for the woman that I loved.

  “I want this too.” Her voice was just above a whisper. I swallowed around the nervous knot that had formed in my throat, all while pulling down her stockings, my eyes eating up every single inch of her long, toned legs.

  By the time I made it to her ankles, I was salivating and my cock was ready to break through my slacks. With her stockings finally gone, I made fast work of my own, unbuttoning them and shoving them down to my knees. The space between us was tight, and a cold chill started to fill the car as I pulled Lucy into my lap, my cock becoming sandwiched between our bodies.

  “I should’ve told you sooner how I felt.” I grunted, ready to grab her by the hips and impale her with my cock. “I could’ve been making love to you for years, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, all while giving you every single thing you could ever need. I‘ll take care of you, Lucy. I swear it.” I praised God above for making it possible for me to enjoy this moment with her.

  “We can’t change the past. We can only go forward. All I have to say is, you’re one of the best Christmas presents I’ve had the pleasure of unwrapping.” The humor that laced her words was sexy, so fucking sexy. I grabbed her by the back of the head, bringing her lips to mine. I could feel every emotion she was feeling in that one single kiss. Excitement. Fear. Love. Pleasure. She gave me all those things, too. I just couldn’t form the words to tell her, but I could show her.

  So I did, I kissed her with so much passion I was sure she would a mess of liquid by the time I got done with her.

  My hands ran up and down her body, warming her skin, as she lifted herself up in my lap, her hand gripping my stiff cock firmly as she centered it against her entrance. The warmth of her tight hole was roaring hot, like a fire that had been stoked, the heat from her body setting mine a blaze.

  “Fuck me Nicolas. Make the luckiest girl on the Earth.” She panted in my ear, as she sank all the way down onto my cock. The air left my lungs, my ass tightened, and a shiver went down my spine. Pleasure like I had never felt before hit me right in the gut. My body shook with need, as she moved her hips in a back and forth motion, while bouncing up and down on my cock. Her tits bouncing in synchronized rhythm with her body.

  “Take from me, sweetness, take whatever you need.” I praised. Her hands came up to my chest, as she used me to gain more friction between our bodies, all while her tight cunt squeezed me like a glove.

  I could feel my eyes drifting closed and the euphoric feeling coming. I was going to be cuming very, very soon and I couldn’t do that without having Lucy cum first. Taking one of her tits in my mouth, lapped at her nipple, my tongue flicking against it until I could feel the distinct squeeze of her pussy and the shuddering of her body against mine.

  And as she came, I gripped her hips firmly to keep her in place as I fucked her tight hole until my hot semen filled her to the brim, her pussy clenching me while her thighs wrapped around my legs. Feeling this close to her only reminded me of the feelings that I had for her.

  I needed to tell her that it was more than just an infatuation or a curiosity that I had for her. That it had been love all along and that having tasted her, and now fucked her, there was no way I could ever let her go. Not when all I wanted to do was protect her and claim her as my own, all while telling the rest of the world to fuck off. Yet when she was looking at me like she was right now, like I made the world spin for her, I couldn’t ruin the moment that was occurring between us.

  Instead, I cradled her against my chest, knowing our time alone was coming to an end. Fear burned through my veins and into my chest, lighting a fire of anger in my chest.

  Would I be able to handle it if Lucy didn’t feel the same way I did?

  What if she didn’t love me like I did her?

  Staring down at her, there was no way I could see her not loving me the same way I loved her. I needed to shut this irrational fear shit down. Lucy wanted me, and that was all that mattered. Right?

  Chapter Seven

  Lucy

  It was slightly erotic to know that Nicolas had cum inside of me. It felt like I was carrying a piece of him around inside of me, and for some odd reason that made my heartbeat faster.

  “Ho. Ho. Ho. Merry Christmas.” Nicolas got into character as Santa as soon as we walked into the mall. It was packed, just as both of us had assumed simply from the parking lot. I had excused myself to the bathroom to clean up, my eyes catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

  My cheeks were a rosy red and my skin was glowing, while my blue eyes were wild and filled with excitement. I almost didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror, not because of my physical appearance, but because I had never been this happy before. Nicolas brought genuine happiness to my life.

  Do you love him?

  The question popped into my head as I was washing my hands. I didn’t even have to think about it. The answer was yes, even though I was too afraid to tell him, for fear that he may not feel the same way.

  Or was it too soon to tell if it was love or just lust?

  Could you love someone to soon? Drying my hands, I shoved the negative thoughts to the back of my mind, refusing to let my own shit thoughts ruin the night. I had an entire evening with Nicolas, even if it was going to be spent here at the mall with children.

  I had just stepped out of the bathroom when I noticed the line to see Santa was now
wrapped around the corner. There were kids of all ages with parents in tow, all of them clearly eager to see St. Nick.

  Many had bright smiles on their faces, while their parents looked exhausted. I could only hope that whenever I had children of my own that I didn’t look or feel that way about Christmas.

  Making my way into the jam-packed store I could feel eyes on me, and as soon as I looked up my eyes collided with Nicolas. Even though he was supposed to be taking gift requests and eating his weight in cookies tonight, he still took the time to make sure I was still here, his eyes protectively on me as I made my way over to him. Once there, I took the duty of handing gifts out. Each child got a hand wrapped gift and a goody bag.

  When he said elf helper, he really meant present grabber. The line seemed to grow by the second, and about an hour into the event a little girl with the bluest eyes I had ever seen with her mother’s hand in hers shoved her way to the front of the line. I watched as the mother’s face remained emotionless, as if she could care less about being here with her child.

  “DADDY!!!” The little girl let out the loudest squeal known to man-kind and my heart sank into my stomach as soon as I realized who it was she was talking to. The little girl jumped up onto Nicolas lap, her hands wrapping around his neck as she hugged him as hard as she could.

  “Hi, sweetie.” I could see the discomfort in Nicolas eyes, and for a second I wondered if this was all a big mistake, that is until I heard the woman who I assumed was her mother, and obviously Nicolas’s ex, speak.

  “She was sad to hear you couldn’t pick her up from daycare tonight.” There was a bite to her words, and I wondered why I was even still standing here. My heart was sinking into the pits of my belly. I wasn’t angry because he had a child, but because he didn’t tell me, nor did he tell me about his ex, a woman he was apparently with long enough to have a child.

  Our eyes met, and I could see the regret in them. The little girl with blue eyes and dark brown hair cupped his cheek, forcing his attention back on her and cutting the rope that tethered us to one another.

  I didn’t care that he was my boss, or that I had only just started fooling around with him. The fact that I had no idea he was previously married or had a child enraged me. No it wasn’t my business, and no we weren’t an item but if I had a child I would’ve been up front.

  As I watched the little girl with her father, I fell even more in love with the man, which in turn caused my emotions to spiral out of control. I wanted to be strong enough to stay here in this mall and meet his little girl, but the longer I watched them the more I felt like an outsider looking in.

  This wasn’t my life, or my future, and there was no way that I could be everything that Nicolas wanted me to be if he couldn’t share such an important thing with me such as having a daughter. Without another glance given to him, I walked out of the mall.

  The earth shattering sex we had just a little bit ago would be the last memory I would have of us together and I would cling to that memory like a life line, because as much as I hated to admit it, every step I took away from him was a knife to the gut.

  It killed me to walk away from him. Pulling my phone out of my purse, I requested an Uber hoping it got here before he noticed I had disappeared. There was no way I would be able to handle meeting his ex-wife, who looked nothing like me.

  That’s what he wants.

  I kept telling myself that as I bit the inside of my cheek to hold off any tears that tried to slip from my eyes. I knew it was too good to be true, and that even if you had known someone for a long time that there was no way of truly knowing them.

  An ache formed in my chest as I slumped down onto one of the benches, the bitter coldness slapping against my bare skin with a vengeance.

  Anger gripped my soul, and I clicked through my messages, finding Mandy’s name. I had to tell her it was all too good to be true, and that I was sorry I had left without finding her.

  Me: Sorry I didn’t try and find you. I needed to leave. Turns out things were too good to be true.

  Just as I hit the send key, my ride arrived. I stood up, walking across the walkway, opening the passenger side door, and letting the heat from inside the car out. It hit my skin, warming me almost instantly. I slid into the car and across the leather seats, closing the door behind me.

  Tears stung my eyes as I buckled my seatbelt and told the driver to go. Was it false hope to wonder if things could work themselves out with some distance? Or was I made a fool for a reason? Maybe this was all meant to be a joke.

  A sob threatened to break from my throat, but I swallowed it down, refusing to let anyone see my heartache.

  Yet, the truth of the matter was very visible. Nicolas had a daughter, an ex-wife that looked like a super fucking model, and a life that he didn’t even mention.

  There was no hiding from that, nor was there any lying about it. I had seen the proof with my own eyes. Now I needed to move on, and let go of the one fleeting moment we had shared together.

  Even if it killed me to do so, because nothing was as heartbreaking as wanting someone for what seemed like forever, having a taste of them. and then having them ripped away from you at the last minute.

  The air seemed to grow thicker, making every breath that much harder to breathe. I felt the pain of what Nicolas’s secret had done to us, probably more than he did, and I would be the one to bear said pain, because something told me he had a life all of his own without me.

  A life he didn’t have the balls to share with me.

  Chapter Eight

  Nicolas

  The disappointment and distrust that showed in her eyes was the only thing that I could see every time I closed my eyes at night. A piece of my heart had broken off and drifted away with her. I was an asshole for not telling her about Emily and Laura, and she had every right to hate me or be pissed off at me, but she needed to know that I had every intention of telling her.

  Which is why I was here at the office at seven a.m., waiting for her to show up. It had been three days since I last seen her beautiful face, and I was afraid if I didn’t see it soon or touch it I would risk forgetting every single feature that graced her face. I needed her to breathe.

  I didn’t know if it was the fact that I hid my life from her that caused her to leave, or if it was because she was upset that I had an ex-wife and daughter. For some reason, I was leaning towards the first, based off the sadness that I had seen flood her eyes. I knew the moment her heart broke, because I could feel it occurring to my own heart. My emotions were a cluster-fucked mess.

  All I wanted was to make things right between us, and I couldn’t even get ahold of her. I was praying like hell that she showed up today, because I couldn’t handle another day of not seeing her.

  As the minutes on the clock ticked away and the work day started, with employees pouring into the office and into their designated work spots, panic overtook me. Lucy wasn’t here. As enraged as I was, as fucking angry as I wanted to be at her for not letting me make this right, I knew I couldn’t be. This was all on me, and if I wanted her back, I needed to find a way to mend things.

  Which is the only reason I went to Mandy, the only other employee I ever saw Lucy talk to. Anxiety filled my belly as I walked up to her desk casually, not wanting to draw too much attention, but knowing damn well that someone would start a rumor from just seeing us talking together.

  “Have you talked to Lucy?” I leaned against the wall of her cubicle, watching the other employees look at us, their eyes judging the scene that was taking place right in front of them.

  Oh yeah, there would definitely be another rumor spread about me. Hell, there was probably one being formulated as we speak.

  “Nope.” She batted her eyelashes at me as if she thought that would make my cock hard, as if she thought anyone but Lucy had a chance with me.

  I gritted my teeth together, trying to keep my cool, because I was certain she knew something and I wanted to know just what that something was.
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br />   “Don’t lie to me, Mandy. Remember I’m the one that signs your paychecks.” My tone was threatening, but only because I wanted the information she so desperately wanted to keep from me.

  She tilted her head at me, a spark of mischief forming in her green eyes. “What’s in it for me? What do I get out of this? Because as you know Mr. Walker, everything comes with a price tag.” It took everything in me not to walk away from this bitch. If she was Lucy’s friend, why didn’t she want her to be happy? Why didn’t she want her with me?

  “I’m sure the fact that you’re friends with Lucy, and concerned for her happiness, is sufficient enough payment?” I raised my eyebrow at her. I was a businessman. I could go all day if she wanted me to.

  No negotiation was too hard for me.

  A smirk formed on her face, and I wondered if I could even take her word for the truth. If she didn’t truly care about Lucy, then her happiness meant shit to her, which in turn made her word worthless.

  “She told me it was all too good to be true. That she should’ve known better than to fall for you.” The sinister smile on her face reminded me of a snake’s forked tongue, and the way it slithered before it struck you, sinking its fangs into your skin, and injecting its toxins into your bloodstream.

  Mandy was a snake, and I should’ve known it the moment I laid eyes on her. I should’ve realized that asking her about Lucy was a lost cause, especially when the woman didn’t care about anyone else but herself.

  Maybe Lucy was blind to her, but I wasn’t, and I could clearly see the mean, nasty person she was under the false image she put on display.

  “Sure. Well, that’s too bad.” I shrugged my shoulders, pretending to not care about a damn thing she had to say.

  I would find a way to get Lucy back, hell, I would show up at her house if I had to. The feelings that woman gave me were far too intense to be ignored. My heart knew what it wanted, and even if I had to prove it to Lucy that I wanted her, she would be mine.