Lacey Alexander [The Twelve Quickies Of Christmas Book 10 ]

Lacey Alexander [The Twelve Quickies Of Christmas Book 10 ] by Hot for Santa!

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DEDICATION
    To my editor, Heather Osborn, who totally rocks!
    Would you like to sit on Santa s lap, little girl?
    Would I ever ! thought Amy Finnegan.
    But, of course, he wasn t talking to her. Forcing a smile, she reached up to straighten her green elf hat, then took the hand of the child in question. Leading the little blonde girl to Santa s throne-like chair, situated in the middle of the mall, she watched the child climb onto one red-clad thigh.
    Oh, to be able to lower her ass onto that sexy thigh. She wanted to moan at the mere thought. Her breasts tingled against her elf costume just imagining that the man with the fake white beard had summoned her .
    She bit her lip, envisioning what it would be like if the two of them were alone here, if her sexy Santa invited her to sit on his lap, and if she chose to straddle him in his big red chair instead. Her pussy went damp when she pictured him running his hands up under her little green dress, all the way to her hips to discover she hadn t worn any panties.
    Of course, she had worn panties, every single day they d worked together, but since everything else about the vision was pure fantasy, why not go all the way?
    When Santa lifted her dress in front, spying her bare slit, all open and ready for him, he d immediately reach into those fur-trimmed pants of his, pull out his hard cock, and watch as she lowered her hungry little cunt down on it, taking it deep inside.
    You know what? Santa s deep voice boomed.
    Amy flinched as she was yanked from her fantasy, only to find he was still addressing the little girl.
    You re the very last child to tell me what she wants for Christmas this year before I hop in my sleigh tonight and start delivering toys.
    The tow-headed girl looked uncertain. Will you have time to make mine?
    Santa smiled. Of course I will, with the help of my trusty elf, Amy. He pointed in her direction. She s my favorite little helper. He sent her a quick wink, and dear God, even that made her pussy pulse.
    After convincing the little girl she d get everything on her list, he lowered her to the floor, told her to be good, and flashing a grin that looked sexy as hell even behind his snowy beard told her not to forget the cookies, since he d need a snack by the time he got to her house.
    As the child ran off to her waiting mother, Amy saw him glance to the large, ornate clock suspended from the mall s ceiling. Pushing to his booted feet, he took a few steps toward her.
    When he spoke, it came out a little less hale and hearty than his Santa voice, but the warm tenor of his tone still heated her up inside. Well, that s the last one. Looks like I can hang up my beard for good.
    She tried to sound just as cheerful. And I can take off my pointy elf shoes for the last time.
    She knew she should be happy about that, but she wasn t. She d never dreamed she could lust so hard for a man in a Santa suit, but now that it was Christmas Eve and their charity work was drawing to a close, a heavy shroud of disappointment settled over her. She d looked forward to seeing him every day after work for the few hours they did the Santa gig together in the evening. And during the last month, Saturdays and Sundays had become her very favorite days of the week, even if it meant elf detail from ten to ten. Now, as the final last-minute shoppers dashed past and storekeepers began to lower their steel link doors, she couldn t help thinking how boring her nights would seem from this point on, without even the hope he would make a move on her. It was going to be a long, cold winter.
    Have I ever mentioned you make a cute elf?
    Amy s heartbeat tripled as she raised her gaze to his. Cole Bradshaw had been her friend for years and the object of her intense desire for a month, and no matter how many signals she d tried to send out, this was the first time he d ever said anything even remotely flirtatious.
    Well, other than the night a year or so ago when they d been drinking together at a happy hour

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