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I can’t believe I’m kissing Joy Calvin, finally, after all this time. It took another Christmas event to bring us together. Thanks to Suzie’s help, I surprised Joy by arriving in town early. I’ve been avoiding her calls, using excuses for work, and making arrangements to return to San Diego.
A throat clears. Loudly. “Um, excuse me, but there are a few ladies who still want to give their wish to Santa.”
Glancing over Joy’s shoulder, I see Suzie at the head of a line of amused women. The line appears as long as it was thirty minutes ago.
My arms itch to move around Joy’s waist and hold her close, but I know we have to take a break from the moment or risk losing control in front of our colleagues. "Wait," I say, meeting her eyes.
Joy blinks up at me, her deep brown gaze brimming with surprise and excitement. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
I need to compose myself before the next woman sits on my knee. Having Joy in my lap, her voice in my ear, her breath hot on my neck, I wish the world would evaporate so I could strip away her clothes, lay her under that tree over there, and spend the next few hours getting to know her body with my lips, my fingers, and my cock. I want to wrap my arms around her and devour her. “We have an audience.”
She turns her head and sees Suzie grinning broadly. “Oh, we do. They can get their own Santa.”
I give her a look.
“Fine.” Her pout is laughable. She gets off my lap and stands aside while I finish with the rest of the employees. After the last person leaves the stage, I head to where she and Suzie are at the food table.
“Hey, Kris, welcome back.”
“Thanks, Suzie. Thanks for your assistance in bringing Joy here.”
She casts a side-eye at Joy. “I have to admit, she was being difficult. I practically had to drag her here.”
I reach for a sugar cookie cut and decorated like a Christmas tree. I bite into it, and a sugary softness melts over my tongue, tinged with the sweetness of the buttery icing. Makes me remember my mom’s cookies.
“How’s your mother doing?” Joy asks.
I finish chewing and swallow. “She’s actually doing well. She can’t walk yet and her speech is impaired, but she’s siting up in bed, and she’s finally able to eat on her own.”
“Your father must be so relieved.”
I nod as I take another bite and reach for a second cookie before I answer. “He is. The progress she’s making is very promising. If it continues, there’s the potential she could leave the home.” I’ve got my fingers crossed for that. My dad is lost without his wife around every day.
Suzie looks at both of us. “Any chance you guys want to join me at the party?”
I glance at Joy but toss in my thoughts before she can speak. “Honestly, I came straight here when I hit town. I made it in time to change into this suit, and I’m kind of tired from the drive.” And I just want to be alone with Joy.
“Where are you staying?” she asks.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Well then, I’m going to head out now. Got me a party to go to”. Suzie grabs a couple of treats from the table and heads for the door.
Joy bats her pretty green eyes at me.
“Ugly sweater day?”
She glances down. “Yup. This was the best I could do.”
She’s chosen a pale green knit with a snowscape on the front. Snowmen, reindeer, and gifts are haphazardly splashed across the front of it. It makes no sense but obviously fits the theme. “I hope you won.”
She laughs. “Want to head to my place? We can grab dinner on the way?”
An hour later, we’re making out in her apartment. Cartons of Chinese takeout are cooling on her kitchen table. I’m sitting on her couch in Santa’s pants, and she’s still wearing her ugly sweater and panties. Still, the rest of our clothes are scattered around my feet. Joy straddles my lap, her fingers dancing across my chest as she grinds her crotch against my cock. I'll find a wet spot if I look. And if I look, I’ll lose it.
This woman is everything I’ve dreamed of and more. She was the only woman for me since that day in the hall. It’s taken a year, but I finally have her, and I’m not letting her get away.
“Leave the beard on.” She tugs on the end.
