Chapter 5
“ W hat do you mean, we have no Santa? Isn’t that the point of a Breakfast with Santa?”
The harried coordinator of the charity event gave Lucy an exasperated look.
“I’m running the event. Trust me, I know what I organized.
But our Santa came down with the flu. A nasty case of it.
Thank God it was before the event and not after or else presents wouldn’t be the only thing he’d be giving to to the kids. ”
Lucy rolled her eyes. Sure, that was the bright side, but the bottom line was they had a roomful of kids coming in two hours and no Santa to entertain them, to hear their wish lists, and to hand out presents.
These kids came from difficult backgrounds, which Lucy could identify with, which was why she was dressed up in this ridiculous elf costume for the third year running.
At least this year she was taking the photos and not assisting the Santas who usually worked the event.
“You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who is free today and willing to dress up in a red padded suit, fake beard and hat, and hang out with children, would you? I’ve called every agency I know. I’m ready to go drive around Savannah and pick up any Santa I see on the street and pay him to come here.”
Lucy shuddered. No, that wasn’t an option. Too bad Dylan wasn’t here. She could probably convince him. “I have an idea. It’s completely bonkers and may not even work, but let me make a call.”
“ I work out so I don’t have any padding,” Alex grumbled as he pulled on the weird, flesh-toned padded garment that was supposed to make him look like an old man with the bowl-full-of-jelly belly.
Lucy glared at him. “You’re all I’ve got. It has to work. Wiggle your butt in there, Rasmussen.”
He paused and cocked his head at her. “You know, you could be nicer to me. A week ago, I was taking you to a ball. This is how you repay me? A smelly old Santa suit and a scratchy beard?”
“It’s for the kids.”
His resistance melted away, not that he had much to begin with, not really. “Yeah, it’s worth it. What do you need me to do?”
He finally got the padding on, and she helped him into the rest of the suit.
She glued on the beard and mustache as she explained the event.
“You’ll come in when we cue you. Be jolly and merry.
These kids need some joy in their lives.
Then, you’ll sit in the chair and each kid will tell you their wish list. I’ll take their picture and you’ll hand them a present from one of the elves or Mrs. Claus. Easy peasy.”
He let his gaze slowly roam over the adorable elf outfit she was wearing.
The cute, green pointy elf hat that draped over one ear, with the dangling bell at the end that would ring festively as they fucked.
The fitted green dress that flowed down to a green jagged hemline, hitting her mid-thigh and could flip up for easy access.
And the candy cane stockings that extended down her legs to the matching green, curled-toe booties that he wanted to feel on his shoulders as he drove into her.
Damn, he was getting turned on by a fucking elf outfit right before he went and helped disadvantaged kids. What a loser.
He cleared his throat and thanked God that his padded suit hid the worst of his erection. “When do we go on?”
An older woman with a clipboard poked her head into the small dressing room and gave him an approving nod. “Perfect timing. We’re ready for you. And thank you for doing this.”
Lucy grinned. “Let’s jingle rock this, Santa!”
He rolled his eyes and followed her cute elf butt out of the room.
“ W ell, that was surprisingly easy,” Alex commented as Lucy helped him off with the costume in the back room.
She paused and gave him an arch look. “What did you expect? Torture by candy cane? Tied up by jingle bells? It was a kids’ breakfast.”
He laughed, feeling relaxed and happy, despite the wet pants where more than one small child had peed on him.
Apparently, it wasn’t only dogs who got nervous around strange people.
But that was okay. The beaming smiles on the faces of the children were worth it, though the wish lists broke his heart.
“You did a great thing today, Lucy. Those kids were thrilled to have those pictures and gifts.”
She shook out the pants and sighed. “These pants need the cleaners. Again. But yeah, it was a great event. Thanks for pinch-hitting. Those kids have a tough time, and this is a moment of brightness for them. Anything we can do to help is worth every moment of time spent.”
He leaned against the counter and watched her clean up the small closet area that doubled as their dressing room.
That elf costume was seriously sexy as hell and he was having dirty fantasies about elves and things to do with candy canes and jingle bells, despite the clean-up crew right outside the closed door.
He forced himself to talk about the event, anything to not act on his body’s urges to see if those striped, candy cane stockings went all the way up under that jagged green skirt and if she was sweet to the taste. “You were a natural with the kids.”
She looked over and smiled. “This is my third year doing it. The first year, I was just a volunteer and the regular photographer got sick, though we suspect he bailed for something better.” She shrugged.
“It happens. Not everyone likes to volunteer their time and if they get a paying gig, well, they have to take it. The holidays can make or break someone’s year. ”
She finished tidying the area. He wondered if she was doing it to avoid looking at him. Finally, she faced him. “Again, thank you so much. If there is anything I can do to repay you, let me know.”
He was going to hell. There was nothing around it. “Go out with me.”
She froze, staring at him wide-eyed. “On an actual date?”
He cursed himself. Maybe she didn’t feel the same way. Maybe he was moving too fast. No, damn it. That kiss was real. Their dancing was real. They had chemistry and only had to have the courage to go for it.
He pushed off the counter and took two quick steps to stand in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head up to see him.
He cupped her cheek in his hand, rubbing a thumb over her full lower lip.
She parted her mouth, her pupils dilating.
Yeah, she was attracted to him. Could he convince her to give him a shot?
“Yes, an actual date. You. Me. Dinner. Or something else. Whatever you want. Give me a chance, Lucy. Give us a chance.”
She swallowed, her gaze never leaving his.
Slowly, she nodded. A smile crossed his face.
He slid his hand around the back of her head to bury itself in her golden strands.
He tilted her head and crushed his lips to hers.
She flowered open under his kiss, her hands winding their way around his neck to pull him closer.
Her tongue tangled with his, stroking, teasing, playing.
He slid his other hand down the side of her body, over her glorious ass to grab her thigh and hitch it around his leg.
He then stroked his fingers up to tease along the cleft between her thighs.
She gasped in his mouth and pulled away, her eyes large and surprised. He grinned down at her. “I’m dying to know if your panties match the candy cane stockings, or if they’re festive in another way.”
She blushed, the deep red color spreading over her face and down her neck. He chuckled and continued to play along the seam as she moaned, lifting her hips into his gentle touch.
“I think they might. I should check,” he murmured against her lips.
He lifted her and set her on the counter. He trailed kisses down her throat, while his hand resumed toying with her rapidly dampening panties. “Are you attached to these tights?”
She shook her head, and he smiled into her neck.
He tore the center easily and she gasped, then relaxed her legs, giving him room to work.
He slid his fingers under edge of the panties and into the wetness of her pussy, circling her opening, then curling up to the nub at the top.
Her hips jerked, and she moaned loudly into the room.
He pressed kisses down the front of the costume, lingering over her covered breasts. “I don’t like this outfit. I can’t get to your glorious tits.”
She buried her fingers in his hair. “I’ll take that under advisement for next year. Sexy elf costume for the kids. Check.”
“No, I believe I’ll keep that one for myself.” He plunged a finger deep inside and found a spot that had her arching almost off the counter. He chuckled and flipped the skirt up, then gave her an arched grin.
“I like the panties.”
She bit her lower lip. “I hadn’t expected anyone to see them.”
“Then you shouldn’t have worn a pair with mistletoe strategically placed right over your pussy, unless you wanted to be kissed there.” He lifted an eyebrow, as if asking her a question.
She blushed an even deeper shade of red and only stared at him. His thumb swiped across her clit and she gasped again. “Did you, Lucy? Did you secretly want someone to kiss you there?”
She sunk her teeth into her lower lip and nodded. He grinned triumphantly. “Then you should get your wish. And so will I.”
He got to his knees, pressed her legs open with his hands, and pulled her panties aside with his fingers.
He swiped his tongue through the wetness gathered there, curling his tongue around her clit.
Her ass rose off the counter, pressing herself to him, but he held her down and went to work, sucking, licking, and teasing her, while his fingers circled her opening and then plunged deep, stroking a spot inside that made her legs shake.
When he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, she came, her legs clamping around his head.
He eased her down and pressed one last kiss to that adorable mistletoe at the top of her mound.
He got to his feet and cuddled her close, pulling her head to his chest and rubbing her back, soothing her as she continued to twitch and sigh into him.
Finally, she relaxed and eased back, blinking up at him, dazed.
He grinned wolfishly at her. “So, when do you want that date?”