I guess he and his secretary got a big laugh over that, because I found out a few weeks later that she was pregnant and they were getting married. I didn’t even know he cheated until the wedding announcement hit the papers, her big belly on full display. It’s why I haven’t been with anyone since; I’m too gun shy to get close to anyone again.
But now…
Now there’s him, the grumpy man posted in my storefront, silently watching the door like he’s guarding me.
“Ugh, why does he have to be so hot and aggravating at the same time?” My reflection doesn’t respond, so I turn on the faucet; the shower’s steam quickly filling the room.
My eyes slide shut as the warm water hits my skin. It soothes all the cricks and sore muscles I got while baking last night. It’s a little easier to keep up with stock when someone doesn’t buy it out the first day, but gosh was it heroic. It’s all I’ve thought about since then.
His blue eyes immediately pop into my head, along with that chiseled jaw half hidden by his stupid mask. I don’t know why he’s constantly hiding behind it, but I’d love to find out.
That’s when my thoughts envision things that would land me on the naughty list. Naughty, naughty things that’s not full of sugar or very sweet at all. They’re dirty… unclean, the kind of thoughts that stick to your fingers like batter and have you sucking your fingers down without a care in the world.
And who do I have to thank for it?
Mr. Grumpy Sunshine himself. The infuriating, sexy as warm buttered biscuits, man of mystery that has all my womanly fantasies in a frizzle.
Krampus…
It’s just those naughty thoughts that have my hand traveling to dormant places—places suddenly very active and ready to burst.
“Mmm,” I moan loudly, unable to help myself. Just the thought of that man touching me has every nerve in my body on fire.
My fingers spread my folds, circling the sensitive area that has my legs shaking with need. It’s been too long since anyone has touched me there, including myself. I’ve just been too busy,but now… now I have time. Even if it’s only for a few minutes, to satisfy my Krampus-filled daydreams.
“Oh my.”
Another swirl has me moaning.
“Oh, goodness.”
It’s like he’s right here in the shower with me. Those bare arms, covered in sexy tattoos, strongly circle my body, the wet water slipping over our bare skin in heated bliss. His mouth finds my neck and suckles, nibbling and nipping at the sensitive flesh just behind my ear. He’s so hard that it presses against me, forcing me to turn so his mouth can claim me just as he slides in. It’s not forced or aggressive. It’s passionate and slow, filled with every intent of making me shatter and cum without warning.
“Oh, Rich,” I coo, imagining his hands squeezing my breasts, his thickness spreading me. “Make me cream, Krampus.”
I giggle at the pun. Sometimes swearing is needed, and in this moment, my mind is saying every dirty word possible, slinging those cusswords like I’m sprinkling a tree with tinsel.
But because I’m a lady, I’ll do whatever I have to, to maintain my sweet bubble gum exterior, even disgrace pastries with my naughty visions of not so sugary sugar plums filling me inside.
Another giggle escapes my lips, this time loud enough for it to carry.
“I seriously hope he can’t hear me,” I whisper to myself, losing my naughty vision to the water that’s suddenly ice cold and frosty.
“Crumpets, this water heater doesn’t last long at all.”
I quickly wash my hair and scrub my body with my loofa, making sure to get rid of anyevidencebefore jumping out of that shower like a deer leaping to safety.
Too bad these delicious fantasies have to stay hidden. Thirty minutes later, after I’m dressed to impress and my hair is pinnedin fifties pin-up glory, I mosey on downstairs to find Krampus still sitting at the same table, only this time he’s smirking.
Fudge sticks.
“What?” I ask him, knowing exactly what he heard.
He holds up his hands in defense, but his smile only widens more. “Nothing at all. Did you have a good shower?”
“It got cold way too fast.”
“Someone needed to hose you off,” he mumbles, that smirk only getting snarkier.
