Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I get up and jump in the shower. Yet, even as I’m doing it, I hate the fact that I am washing Holly off of me. Then again, her name isn’t Holly. Nothing about what we did here was real. I need to remember that .
But everything felt real .
It sure as hell felt real when her tight little cunt was squeezing my cock and milking it dry. I move my hand to my dick, letting the lather of the soap slide around my shaft and jack it a couple of times, but it feels nothing like the real thing. It feels nothing like Holly .
Holly was unique… She was special .
She is special .
Nothing has ever felt like she did …
Fuck. I sound like some kind of lovesick fool about a girl who didn’t even give me her real name and rode my cock after hiring me for a fantasy. I need to snap out of it. I finish up my shower and throw the clothes on I was smart enough to bring with me, instead of that fucking damn Santa suit. I glance over at the red velvet glob on the floor .
An image of Holly undoing my pants flashes in my mind and my cock stretches against my jeans. I want more of her. I don’t care if her name is Keni or Holly. I don’t care if it was just meant for one stolen afternoon. I want more of her and I have her information. She had to give it to sign up for a fantasy. If she thought she could hide from Santa, she’s sadly mistaken .
Ho, ho, son-of-a-bitching-ho… Santa is fucking everywhere and she’ll learn that soon enough .
It’s time little Holly—or whatever the hell name she wants to use—finds out that Santa is coming to town. And, when I get there, I’m definitely coming… in her .
Chapter 9
Holly
The next day
I shift on my chair, a soft hiss leaving me. I’m sore, my pussy clenching on its own, the memory of exactly what was shoved inside of me vivid. Although I’m sore and full of partial regret, I can’t deny I wish I was with Nick right now. I didn’t want to leave yesterday, didn’t want to pretend I could just walk away. But I will be damned if I am going to make a fool of myself and want something more with him when he probably just wanted some easy sex, and he sure as hell got that tenfold .
I exhale and lean back, not sure exactly what to do next. I don’t even know his last name to try and contact him, if I was going to go that route. And even if I did know where to find him what would I say ?
“Hey, remember me? We had some kinky Santa roleplaying sex.” Yeah, not going to happen .
“Hey .”
I glance over and see Michael standing in my office doorway, his smile wide, and the “fuck me” look he’s giving me pretty intense. I know Michael wants me, and he makes no secret about it, but with his greasy slicked-back hair and reputation of trying to bang every female in the office, I’ve never been more put off by a man .
Well, and given the fact I’ve just experienced a real man in Nick, roleplaying or not, Michael is more of a turnoff than anything else .
“Hi, Michael,” I say with absolutely zero interest in my voice. I know him well enough to understand even a slight smile in his direction makes him think you want him in your bed .
“A bunch of us are hitting up O’Hare’s after work. Wanna join in ?”
I should say no right away, but he’s making it sound like it’s an office affair, which I wouldn’t mind, especially since it will help keep my mind off Nick. “Who is all going ?”
“Kelly and Mitch, Randall, Shellie, and I think Donald. I’m sure we’ll get a few others to go, but after the Anderson account has been wrapped up we all need to let loose a little.” He wags his eyebrows at me and I don’t even try to hide my distaste .
“Maybe. I have to see if I have anything going on.” That’s a lie. I have nothing going on, but it’s sounding a little more appealing to just go home and finish off a bottle of wine while I soak in a bubble bath…and of course think about Nick and all the things I want him to do to me still .
Michael doesn’t leave right away, and I close my eyes, knowing I am totally screwed either way. I want to see Nick again, but I have no clue where to even start, where to even look .
Then it looks like I’m shit out of luck. Looks like I just need to move on, and hopefully if I ever find another man he won’t be so disappointing that all I keep thinking about is a damn one-night stand .