“We should get dressed at least.”
I slid my hand down his stomach and his dick rose to meet it. “Rudolph has other ideas.”
He groaned. “For the last time, I didnotname my penis Rudolph.”
“So you say.” I rolled onto him, pinning him to the bed. “Gotcha. You’re all mine.”
“I was yours before.”
Words that warmed my heart.
I kissed him on the lips. “I believe you have a secret to share.”
He feigned innocence. “What secret?”
“Last year… you were going to tell me how you managed to see me having coffee with my boss. Remember?”
He sighed. “It’s all to do with how I find gifts for people. Therightgifts.”
“I’ve been wondering about that, ever since we met.” I sat up in bed, straddling his waist. “You mentioned workshops. All those gifts you take to people… do you really make them all? I mean, you don’t just find them online, and then arrange for them to be delivered?”
“It’s more complicated than that, but yes, I have a workshop, and that’s where I store all the gifts, ready for Christmas Eve.”
I arched my eyebrows. “That has to be some workshop.”
He smiled. “You want to see it, don’t you?”
“Was there ever any doubt?” I became aware of his dick against my ass—his hard dick. I gave him a firm glance. “Nice try, but distraction won’t work.”
“In that case…” His eyes twinkled. “Put some clothes on.”
“Spoilsport,” I muttered as I climbed off him and reached for my jeans. I watched as he walked naked into his closet. “Which holidays sweater is it going to bethisyear?” I called out to him. “And have I ever told you that you have the ass of a much younger man?” It was firm, round, the kind of ass you could bounce a quarter off.
“For God’s sake, don’t tell him—he’ll want it back.” He emerged from the closet dressed in jeans and a red sweater, his feet in thick socks, each adorned with a reindeer complete with red nose.
He looked adorable.
“You know, red is definitely your color. You should wear it more often,” I quipped.
“I’ll have to remember that.” He crooked his finger. “Follow me.”
He led me through the house that was now becoming familiar. We arrived at a door painted red and he unlocked it, revealing descending stairs.
“It’s under the house?”
“Sort of.” I followed him down. At the bottom of the stairs was another door. He unlocked it, and I stepped into—
Holy crap.
If I’d thought his office was huge, that was nothing compared to his workshop. The space stretched out for miles. There were workbenches as far as the eye could see, and they were all empty.
Of course they are. He’s just delivered everything.
“How soon do you start getting ready for the next year?”
“As soon as Christmas has passed, and the New Year begins, I start to prepare. Some gifts are less tangible, however.”
“What do you mean?”