Naughty or Nice?

13. Nicholas

CHAPTER 13

Nicholas

ONE YEAR LATER…

“Merry Christmas, Nick! You and the family have a good one,” says Mr. Baker, one of the last customers for the night.

I wave him off and then glance around the rest of the barroom. It’s me and the twinkling Christmas lights and no one else.

All my regulars that have stopped by have officially left to be with their families.

It’s no wonder—in a few hours it’ll be Christmas. The entire town of Morrow will be happily celebrating the holiday.

The Whittler family are no different. Amy has decided to lead the festivities this year, spearheading family events like our Christmas morning gift exchange and our evening feast. I’ve never been prouder of my girls; they take after Laura more and more each day.

My children have always made me proud. They must still make Laura proud as she watches over all of us.

Over the next fifteen minutes, I clean up the bar and ensure everything’s locked up. It’s started flurrying outside, the flakes dusting the roads. I shrug on my jacket and flick off the lights. I’m one of the only cars on the road driving home.

Or more like the place that’s become my private haven.

While the rest of the family is at the main house celebrating, I’m headed to the small house on the other side of town. The same house I once used as an Airbnb.

These days it’s closer to being Santa’s workshop than anything.

I park in the drive, getting out to collect my bag of goodies from the back of my Range Rover. I’ve changed out of my usual flannel and jeans and put on a different kind of costume.

From this point on, I’m no longer Nicholas Whittler.

I’m St. Nick.

The flames in the fireplace crackle as I unlock the front door and enter. The house is resoundingly silent. A sense of calm lingers in the air.

I grin and head for the staircase, the large bag slung over my shoulder.

The door to the master bedroom is cracked open. I press my eye against the crevice and take a peek inside the room.

The gorgeous woman I’m looking for is in her slinky little nightie, prepping for bed. The satin fabric stops at her upper thighs, barely covering her plump ass.

I lick my lips and nudge the door the rest of the way open.

Kendall glances up with eyes widening. The shock that flashes across her pretty face almost makes me chuckle.

“Ho, ho, ho,” I growl, the corner of my lip quirking. “Guess who’s back with his naughty and nice list?”

She can barely contain her own smile, biting down on her lip. “I’ve been good, St. Nick. I promise I have.”

“I’m not so sure about that, darling.” I hook her by the waist, drawing her closer. “I’ve heard you’ve been a very, very naughty woman. Sit down on the bed and close your eyes.”

Kendall’s always petulant during moments like this. One of the many things I love about her. She can never take instructions without either glaring or pouting or flat out objecting. It makes moments like these even more entertaining.

These fantasies we reenact more fun and intense.

After a moody pucker of her lips, she sinks onto the edge of the bed and closes her eyes. I set down the bag of goodies, admiring every detail of the beautiful woman whose come into my life by what can only be called a Christmas miracle.

It’s amazing to think it’s already been a year.

One of the best, most special years of my life.

We’ve taken the time to get to know each other and fall in love.

We’ve fallen even deeper in passion than we were that fateful first night we spent together.

It hasn’t always been easy—Nate still hasn’t come around. He’s angry with the family for approving of my relationship with Kendall. He’s bitter that we’ve fallen in love and show no signs of slowing down anytime soon. His affair with his secretary Rosa didn’t work out in the same way. Things fizzled between them after a few weeks and he tried reaching out to Kendall again.

My naughty little woman didn’t fall for his games. She told him she was taken… by his father .

I’ll always love my son, and he’s always welcome back to the family when he’s ready, but I’d be a bold-faced liar if I said it didn’t give me some level of satisfaction that he realizes what he’s lost.

He mistreated this brilliant, beautiful woman. He took her for granted and so I’m showing him how it’s done.

His loss is my win.

Kendall was too much of a woman for him.

I kneel before her, carefully watching for any cheating. If she’ll sneak a peek from under one of her eyelids. But my naughty girl keeps her eyes closed like I’ve asked. I can’t resist smoothing a palm along her bare thigh, reveling in how soft and silky her beautiful brown skin is.

All mine.

All mine for the rest of my fucking life if I have anything to say about it.

“Open your eyes, darling,” I say huskily.

They snap open, meeting mine. She gasps. “What are you doing?!”

I chuckle. “What does it look like I’m doing? I said St. Nick was here with his naughty and nice list. I’ve brought the goodies… which includes this. Will you do me the honor of being my wife, darling?”

I’ve propped open the ring box to reveal the gleaming diamond rock inside. Kendall laughs and cries at the same time, the mix of sounds like music to my ears.

“Do you even have to ask? Put the ring on!” she exclaims. Her hand’s shaking as she holds it out.

I take hold of it and slide the diamond ring on her slender finger. She tosses her arms around me and plants a deep kiss on my mouth.

“You would dress up like sexy Santa Claus to propose,” she says, giggling. She kisses me again, then again. “But I think it’s time St. Nick’s punished… and pleasured.”

I arch a curious brow, my grin immediate. “Oh really, darling? What did you have in mind?”

There’s a click as a handcuff clinches around one of my wrists. I glance down and then back up at Kendall, who has suddenly taken on a very naughty vixen type of expression.

“You’ll find out.”

I can only chuckle as I let my gorgeous fiancée lead me toward the bed and handcuff me in place. Before I know it, I’m lying on my back with both arms tethered to the bed posts. She’s digging through the bag of goodies I’ve brought, pulling out things like the blindfold and the cock cage.

As she climbs over me, her slinky nightie lifts to reveal she has no panties on. Her pussy rubs against my crotch as she sits astride me and leans in for a teasing kiss on my lips.

“Let’s see who’s really been naughty or nice this year.”

THE END… OR IS IT?