Santa’s Coming (High Five Novella #1)

Chapter 14 Santa’s Lap

“Straddle Santa’s lap,” I command, effortlessly pulling her onto me. “You have no idea how much I craved this …”

Firmly holding her wrists, I recreate the bar pose, a smirk playing on my lips. “Your lack of hesitation back then told me you were a naughty girl.”

Emily giggles, and fuck does it confirm all my nasty thoughts. With her forearms on my shoulders, I indulge in her allure, seizing a handful of hair at her nape before capturing her in a deep, passionate kiss. Our kiss is a dance of mutual desire, stirring emotions deep within me. We kiss until her hands slide off my red coat.

“Tats!” she gasps, catching sight of my Celtic sleeve tattoo, now exposed. If she hadn’t noticed me before, this indication of the real me could shatter the fantasy.

“I didn’t know Santa was such a scofflaw,” she teases, kissing my shoulder. “Or that he was Irish.” Her fingers trail along my tattoo before she plants her lips on my neck. “And so buff.”

She giggles, and I grasp her ass firmly, sinking my fingers into the thick flesh. While I never want to let go, my hands want to continue exploring.

I steadily unbutton her red, satin top, revealing her chest. We hold a long stare before I whisper, “Black lace. Naughty.” I playfully bite her cleavage and tug at the straps with my teeth before kissing her neck. Guiding her so her back is on the couch, I lift her hips, shedding the satin shorts. Tossing them aside, I admire her beauty and this sexy fucking body.

“Did you pick this out for Santa?” I inquire, appreciating her strappy, black, lace lingerie set.

She nods. Merry Christmas to me. The desire to ravish her competes with the urge to savor every inch of her slowly.

“Emily,” I murmur. “There’s another gift in the bag. Let me get it.” Keeping an arm around her waist, I lean over to the floor to retrieve a box.

“Magnums,” she quips, seeing the box of condoms.

I give a casual shrug. “When you decide to open this present is entirely up to you.”

“Santa,” she says in a pant, “I would really like to play with my new toy.”

“You’re incredible.” Her consent propels my hands into action. “So wet for Santa,” I murmur, cupping her. “I can’t wait to taste this cookie.”

She laughs, and I, too, am surprised by my continued commitment to the Santa act. My excitement is palpable, expressed through Christmas puns. I’ve always dreamed of role-playing like this, and I’m loving every moment of it.

Stealing a sip of her wine, I take a quick scan of the room. Where’s the perfect spot for this?

“I want you to fuck me by the fireplace,” she breathes, anticipation evident by her heaving chest. “I’ve always wanted that.”

Carrying her, her legs wrapped around me, I squeeze her ass and head toward the fireplace.

As I gently lay her down, the flickering light behind the glass enhances the picturesque moment. “So beautiful,” I whisper, dusting away all the hair from her face.

Placing the softest kiss on her lips, it sets in that this is actually going to happen. This wild fantasy is unfolding in real time. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me in closer. Our kisses deepen, each one a promise of the untamed moments to come. Everything in this moment is perfect. Everything about her is just right.

Trailing kisses down her body, I savor each reaction—her chin, her neck, her chest, her hips. Each spot is a treasure map leading to newfound pleasure. But then, a pause in her breath, a shift in her expression. There’s a moment of hesitation.

"This is crazy,” she gasps, a tangle of nerves and excitement. “I’m not usually like this.”

“Like what?”

“This impulsive or reckless.”

“Maybe it’s not recklessness. Maybe it's just … being alive.”

She deeply sighs, then says, “I barely know you …"

I hover above her, ready to retreat. “If you want me to stop—”

"No, don't,” she interjects quickly, her voice a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“We can cuddle if this is too much,” I suggest, the tension between us hanging in the air.

“Keep going! I want this. I will get out of my head … Jingle my bell,” she pants, and I seize the moment to kiss her soft stomach.

I chuckle at the pun. “Jingle your bell, huh?” I rumble, moving my kisses south. The mix of anticipation and playfulness has me so turned on.