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I’m notsure what I expected. Something cheesy and corny. Too many probing questions. The need to consume as much liquor as humanly possible to dull the boredom and the strain of having to play nice in front of a bunch of people I don’t give a shit about.
In reality, it’s not quite that bad. Nobody would ever call me a friendly or gregarious person, even on my best day. Still, I manage to put on a pleasant expression for Noelle’s sake as she bustles around, greeting new guests and encouraging everyone to eat while handing out gifts she had wrapped and tucked under the tree.
At one point, we exchange a glance, and I know what she’s thinking. If they only knew what we were doing while surrounded by those gifts just last night and how close she came to destroying that very tree, they’re all standing around admiring.
There’s only one thing missing from this event, and I can feel it in my chest, a barbed wire digging into the sensitive flesh. Looking at her from an outsider’s perspective, there’s no way of knowing she belongs to me, and I want them to understand that in every single way possible, she is mine. That she is not to be touched or looked at or anything. Sure, that bastard down the street knows better than to show his bruised face here, but who’s to say there aren’t others with ideas about their gorgeous, sinfully hot neighbor? The very idea threatens to destroy my attempt at playing nice for her sake. I don’t think she understands the lengths I’ll go to keep her, and that’s even terrifying for me to admit.
Which means hours of keeping my hands to myself when what I need is to feel her, to sink my nose into the crook of her neck and smell her, to pull her tight to my side, leaving not even an inch between us.
“Won’t it be more fun to have a secret nobody else knows about?” she asked this morning, and I suppose she has a point, even if I’d much rather the whole world know.
Even if I’d rather she walk around heavily pregnant with my child, a symbol of her belonging to me, and believe me, if I have my way, she will by this time next year.
As it is, they won’t know about us unless she announces it, which she doesn’t—I appreciate that since it would only lead to the sort of questions, I would rather not answer today or ever.
Eventually, I know I’ll have to. She’s too social for things to go any other way. And she is loved; that much is clear. Adored by her neighbors and friends. What are the odds of a man like me finding not one but two such women in my lifetime? And just like Christine, she balances me out. She gives me a reason to step out of the darkness for a little while and let the light shine on my face.
Still, I can’t pretend it isn’t a relief when the last of the guests leave at four o’clock, the ending point of her open house. Once she closes the door and turns around, leaning against it, she drags the back of her hand across her forehead. “As much as I love doing this, it can be exhausting.”
“I would never know you were exhausted if you hadn’t said it.” No, she’s glowing in a way that has nothing to do with the tree she stands beside—cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with so much joy she could drown someone in it.
“Good. I didn’t want anybody to know.” She raises an eyebrow at me on her way to the kitchen. “Granted, I’ve never had anybody exhaust me the way you do.”
“I hope you don’t expect an apology because you aren’t getting one.”
“I didn’t expect one.”
I’ve been waiting all day to pull her into my arms and bury my face in her hair while burying my cock in other places, but she skitters away before I can get hold of her. She’s a fucking temptation to my body and mind.
“No, no. There’s one more gift, and it’s for you.”
“For me?”
“That’s what I said.” She nods to a stack of containers on the counter. “Pop the rest of these leftovers into the fridge while I go upstairs to grab it.”
I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s one of those rare people that seems to take actual pleasure in giving gifts. Too many people treat it like one more task to get through. I have to admit if only to myself, that I’ve been one of those people in the past.
Now, however, having someone worth shopping for again is a game changer.
I’m munching on one of her sugar cookies when I hear her footsteps on the stairs. I turn away from the front window, watching the snow come down, expecting to find her carrying a box.
Instead, she’s wearing nothing but a scrap of sheer white fabric that barely covers her tits and pussy, with a wide red ribbon wrapped around her waist, tied in a big bow.
I’m floored by the sight of her, not to mention the very recent memory of her dressed up like a manic Christmas elf—complete with a bell at the end of the hat she insisted on wearing. She wasn’t even the only one dressed that way.
Now, look at her. A wet dream made a reality, her blonde waves cascading over her shoulders and down her chest, her pink nipples stand out against the sheer material. As she walks down the stairs, her pussy peeks out from beneath the hem. She’s such a tease, even if she doesn’t intend it.
Though judging by the devilish smile she wears, I think it’s on purpose this time. “What do you think? Do you have it in you to unwrap a gift?”
“Do you really need to ask?” I meet her at the foot of the stairs, feasting my eyes on her perfect body. And to think, she’s all mine.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” She shimmies, making the bow shake. “Start unwrapping me.”
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you want to get tied to that tree again.”
She cringes. “Please, can we keep my decorations in one piece through tomorrow?” Good point. Instead of punishing her for being too eager, I take the loose piece of ribbon hanging from the bow and give it a tug, undoing the knot. I don’t unwind the ribbon from around her waist. Instead, I use it to pull her along with me until I’m sitting down on the couch. Then I pull her closer until she has no choice but to straddle my lap.
“Have you been a good girl this year?” I whisper while my hands indulge in the feel of her firm, smooth thighs, and lusciously plump ass.
