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I took it from him and put it on. “Let’s go.”
As Blaze sidled up, I made a snap decision and snatched his hand, weaving my fingers through his. He flinched but didn’t retreat.
“So you’re one of those Christmas nuts, huh?” Blaze quipped. “Don’t tell me your place lights up like a damn UFO landing pad.”
“No such luck. I’m in an apartment,” I shot back. “But my tree’s up so long it practically earns rent—from Halloween to Valentine’s.”
“That’s... intense.”
I flashed a grin as he held the door. “Ease up, Scrooge.”
A blast of Christmas music met us at the entrance, making me do a cheerful little skip. Blaze laughed, so I did it again. The family ahead of us in line gave me a look, but I didn’t care. I was too busy taking in all the Christmas decorations. The tree outside hadn’t prepared me for the wonderland inside.
Plastic elves, three feet tall and sporting hats with bells on their green shoes, lined the area. Every one of Santa’s reindeer was on display, Rudolph’s oversized red nose shining brightly. Snowmen families greeted visitors with a gentle wave, while a gingerbread house appeared to leap out of the Hansel and Gretel storybook.
“How many?” The hostess’s voice drew my attention to her.
“Two,” Blaze said, giving her a charming smile.
She did a double-take, her eyes widening. The gaze flicked to me, and her cheeks turned pink.
“Right this way.”
After we ordered, the server said we could explore the Christmas Village, and they would page us when our food was ready. Blaze looked doubtful, but I pulled him from his chair and onto the snowflake-decorated path.
“No way,” he protested, realizing my plan. “I’m not posing with Santa.”
“I’ll make it worth your time,” I said, placing our photo order with the cameraman.
Soon, Blaze and I flanked Santa’s chair as Santa himself grinned for the camera. After several shots, Santa stood up and motioned for Blaze to sit down. Blaze gave me a resigned glance and took the seat. When I perched on his lap, Blaze wrapped his arms around me, and I settled back into his embrace.
Leaning in, I breathed a promise. “Stick with me through this, and I’ll make it the prelude to your wildest fantasies.”
A spark of interest replaced his skepticism, grip firming suggestively.
My voice dropped to a sultry murmur. “Imagine this as foreplay to the main event - dessert served up hot and early.”
His response was immediate, a hardening truth pressing against me. As soon as the flash faded, I sprang up with a grin of thanks, the photographer’s assurances about swift delivery barely registering. My focus was singular - scouting the perfect nook to make good on my tantalizing tease.
Exiting the Christmas Village, I veered left instead of returning to the dining room. Moments later, I noticed an “Employees Only” door. I tried the knob, and it was unlocked. Without pausing to consider the wisdom of my actions, I opened the door and reached for the pull cord of the overhead light. A dim bulb illuminated the supply closet, but the shadows were inconsequential to me. My only concern was if Blaze had closed the door behind him.
Blaze reached for me, but I dropped to my knees, fully aware that if he kissed me, I’d be lost. I couldn’t let that happen when I was so close to my goal. I didn’t care about the consequence of damp panties and a throbbing ache between my legs for the rest of the evening. Having him in my mouth was all that mattered.
“Trisha.”
“Hush,” I ordered, reaching for his waistband. “We’ve got to hurry.”
I tugged his jeans to mid-thigh and then pulled down his boxer briefs to find him already mostly hard. He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his base, stroking him from root to tip. Looking up at him through my lashes, I ran my tongue around his head.
“Don’t hold back,” I told him. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Trisha.” He reached out to touch my cheek.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for too long,” I told him. “Think of it as my Christmas present.”
And with that comment, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and applied suction, moving down as quickly as I could. My hand came up as I went until lips met fingers. I couldn’t take all of him, no matter how much time I had, but I knew what to do with what I couldn’t reach.
His skin was velvet soft under my palm, just as I remembered, and as he slid over my tongue, I tasted the tang of salt and his own flavor. The weight of him made heat coil in my stomach, but the sounds he made were what had arousal spiking hot and hard. He cursed and groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. All sorts of words spilled from his lips, coming faster and more garbled as I increased the pressure of my mouth and my hand. Working them in tandem, I pushed him hard and fast to the edge. When his hips jerked, his muscles tensing under the hand I had steadying me on his thigh, I knew he was close. I didn’t stop, didn’t even pause to draw things out, to make him beg for release. I liked that idea, but we didn’t have the time.
