9. Jack
jack
. . .
S he’s never looked more beautiful. Her face is rosy from the slaps, and her body is flushed from her intense release. I don’t want to move her legs off me yet, in case she’s too sore. But there’s something vulnerable in her gaze that guts me.
I know I should clean up before the security guards make their way over here, yet I can’t seem to make myself move. Not when her smile is brittle and her eyes hold a sadness I don’t understand.
Was I too rough with her? Is she regretting all of this?
Gently, I rest her legs on the ground before I lay beside her. The plastic snow digs into my sweaty skin, but I extend my arm, silently inviting her in. She doesn’t hesitate to curl into my side like a kitten, and I let out a long breath as I rest my head against the ground. My hand gently strokes her hair as she wraps her body around mine.
It’s like she can’t get close enough, like she wants to slide herself inside my skin. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the same thing—and that still wouldn’t be close enough.
“How do you feel, little elf?” I murmur, keeping my voice low.
“A little sore,” she admits. “But I feel amazing. I’ve never had a release like that.” She tips her head back, and that sadness is gone. In its place is a warmth I don’t want to acknowledge—a warmth I’m scared to acknowledge. She rests her chin on my chest as she plays with my chest hair. “How did you know what I was into?”
I feel my face heat, and I look away. Her laugh is soft and coaxing, and I can’t help but laugh with her. “I’ve been…” I don’t know how to say this without scaring her. “Watching you.”
Her eyes flash with heat. “You have? For how long?”
I shrug a shoulder like it’s not a big deal, but I know it is. “Since the first day we started working together. The first time I saw you…” I trail off. I don’t have the words—no, I do. But those three words are massive and I’m terrified of saying them.
“I’ve followed you, too,” she mutters, her cheeks reddening. “Just once. But I could’ve done it forever.”
“You did?”
“I followed you to some bar,” she says. “But it was cold outside, so I left early.”
I chuckle as I shake my head. “I thought you were going to the bar, and I sat there waiting for you to come in, but you never did.”
“You knew I was there?” Her mouth falls open, and I gently stroke my finger down her cheek.
“Of course, I did, little elf. I’m Santa. I know everything.”
She shakes her head, a small giggle leaving her. “What’s your real name?”
“That might ruin the fantasy,” I say, and she shakes her head. I sigh dramatically, just so she laughs again. “Jack.”
“I’m Noelle.”
“I know, baby.”
She rests her head on my chest as she reaches up to stroke my beard. “I like when you call me that,” she whispers, almost like she’s afraid to say the words.
“Then that’s the only thing I’ll ever call you,” I vow.
“I like little elf, too,” she adds. “And baby girl.” She bites her lip. “I really liked when you called me bitch, too. Does that make me weird?”
“No.” I cradle the back of her head and gently tug her forward. “You’re far from weird.” She lifts up, letting me press a kiss to her lips.
“You might think I’m weird if you knew…”
“If I knew, what?” She’s so close to my face, I can feel her breath ghost over my skin. She shakes her head, but I drop my hand to the back of her neck, gently squeezing. “Tell me.”
“I’ve had a crush on you for weeks,” she blurts out, and I grin.
“Have you?” I ask, grinning at her. She nods a few times, pink tinging her cheeks and chest. “Well, I’ve had more than a crush on you for a few weeks.”
As soon as the words come out, I wish I could take them back. Her eyes go massive, and she pulls slightly away. I let her go, but I want nothing more than to tug her close again.
“You more than like me?” she repeats, staring at me like she’s shocked. I shrug again, because what else can I fucking do? “I more than like you.”
I feel like we’re in fucking high school admitting this shit, but I don’t care. And I’m not embarrassed to admit the butterflies erupting in my belly at her words. “I love you, Jack.”
My breath shudders out of me, and I can’t do anything but yank her forward, forcing her lips against mine. My cock begins hardening again, but I know we don’t have time for another fuck. Because the next time I’m inside her, it’ll be different. It’ll be softer—until she needs it rough.
I smile against her lips, feeling her mimic my movements. Our eyes are only inches apart, and I can feel the warmth, the love, radiating from them. I press another kiss to her lips, and she melts into me.
“I love you too, my little elf.”
the end
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