“Please,” I whimpered.
Owen slid into me, caressing my tits, teasing my nipples. I ground back against him, needing the friction. He thrust into me again, and I whimpered.
“I need you to go faster.”
“Why? You don't have to make it around the world to deliver presents,” he said, slowly pulling out and thrusting into me again.
I reached down between my legs to stroke my clit. I needed more. Owen growled, thrusting into me harder then batting my hand away. He rubbed my clit while he fucked me, finally giving me all of his thick, hard cock.
I let out little cries every time he thrust into me. I was so close. I panted as he worked my clit, his cock filling me. His fingers rolled my clit, and I went crashing over the edge. Owen kept fucking me. His pace increased, and his cock hit me at just the right angle that suddenly I was seeing Christmas lights, and I came again. Owen followed shortly.
I started laughing as he lay down beside me.
“What?” he said, confused.
“Santa came down my chimney tonight!”
*
I wokeup the next morning with a start. I’d had a horrible dream that I’d had to move back in with my mother and stepfather because my subscription baking box company failed and that Amber had won the bake-off. But she had been booted, and I was going to win the next round. So it was perfectly fine to ignore all the late notices and the nasty-grams about how my credit score was in the toilet.
“Too bad you have to work,” I said, nuzzling Owen's bare chest.
“I did have a very important meeting scheduled for this morning,” he said, smiling in a self-satisfied way.
“Don't let me keep you,” I replied, sitting up. He pulled me down to him.
“It's with you,” he said, kissing me.
“Just going to lie in bed all day and let me feed you Christmas cookies?” I teased.
“Hardly. I do have in itinerary. TheTechBizblack-tie party is tonight. They're going to make the announcement about which tech company is best. I was hoping you would attend with me.”
“Of course! How fun!”
“On one condition,” he added. “Let me buy you a nice dress.”
“You mean I can't show up dressed as a sexy Christmas tree?” I said in mock indignation.
He looked nervous for a second then saw I was kidding.
“I do have actual nice stuff, you know,” I told him. “The costumes are part of my shtick.”
“Come out anyway. I already had my secretary make an appointment at a boutique.”
“You don't have to beg me to go shopping!”
*
“I thinkwe're going to have a white Christmas,” I said excitedly as I followed Owen down to the parking deck. “I've been checking the weather. It's supposed to dump a ton of snow a few days before Christmas Eve.” I showed him the weather report.
“Glad I'm not traveling,” he said with a grunt.
“Yeah, I hope I'm not too.” If the spirits of Christmas were kind, I would win the bake-off and have enough money to pay off my debts and rent some cheap shared kitchen space. Then I'd have enough room to really take advantage of all the publicity with my bake-off win and the Taste My Muffins subscription service.
“Wow,” I said as the elevator let us off in the parking garage. “Your employees sure have a lot of nice cars.”
I wasn't really a car person, but I could recognize several of the brand decals. Plus the cars just looked expensive with their super-sleek, high-end designs. They were all black, though; none of them were in candy colors, which I thought was a missed opportunity.
