Page 48 of Silver Santa


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“I’m trying. I seriously can’t. It feels jammed.” I twisted the key back and forth, adding a little too much force on my eighth try, and the key broke.

Fuck.

She stumbled back into the counter behind her, her eyes wide and full of panic. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Her lips paled.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to keep you here.” I said. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m… I’m claustrophobic,” she shot back, her voice laced with fear. Her face fell ashen, and her eyes clouded over. I watched as her breaths quickened. I shook my head in disbelief.

“I didnotknow you’re claustrophobic.”

She glared at me, tears on the brink of spilling from her eyes. “Of course, you knew! I told you the day we met! You know everything about me. You’re my boss, for God’s sake, and I’m sure you do background checks, and your family knows my family, so no wonder, we finally bumped into one another, and now… Now, we're going to die together in this room.”

Her quiet breaths turned into hasty pants as she clutched the counter for balance.

I tried to remember but only had a vague recollection of her briefly mentioning it when I asked if she was having a panic attack. To be honest, I assumed she was embellishing something that made her uncomfortable. Whatever the case, this was serious, and I needed to handle it quickly. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re alright. Let me call my brother to open the door from the outside.”

I tried to reach for my phone, but it was lifeless.

“Damnit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“My battery died. Do you have yours?”

“No.”

I barely heard her weak reply.

“Are we really stuck here?”

The tears that welled in her eyes spilled over, and her lip trembled. I grabbed her face between my hands and kissed her so deeply, she wouldn’t be able to think about anything else. Her body instantly gave into my hold as I caressed her mouth with gentle tongue strokes and brushed her lips with soft kisses. I pushed away her fears until her tension drained and her body softened.

She stood up on her toes, wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck. Soft whimpers escaped from her throat. I ran my palms along her waist before tracing them up to cup her ass. But just as I did, she pulled away, breathless.

She looked at me, then at the door, unsure which way to go. Eventually, a small smile crept over her lips before she guided my hand underneath her sweater and onto her bare skin. My finger brushed over a sensitive nipple. She held her breath and my stare, testing my self-control.I had none. Not anymore, and not right now.

“Nearly eight billion people live on this planet, and I get the honor of being stuck with you. What are the odds of that?” I asked.

She swallowed hard and whispered. “One in eight billion… Perhaps, a bit less.”

I pinched her nipple, and she jumped with a whimper, searching my eyes for more.

My mouth twisted sideways. “I’m ready to unwrap my present.”

I edged closer, giving her little space to breathe. She held herself up against the counter as my hand slipped from her chest and down to her torso. Her eyes widened, and my dick pulsed harder. I slowly roved my fingertips past the elastic waistline and into her perfectly manicured pussy.

I gently parted her with my fingers, feeling her arousal as I ran them through her wetness. She closed her eyes, breathing hard and shivering beneath my touch. Her head rolled back as her breath hitched. My thumb moved in slow circles over her clit. I kissed her neck, my hand working her pussy.

She moaned, her body arching into mine.

“James…” she whispered. “Please... “

I leaned in close, my lips brushing her earlobe.

“I love it when you beg, beautiful. It’s time to sit on Santa’s face.”

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