“You can’t be serious, Joy?” He inhales a deep breath. “I didn’t send you to the best school in the country for you to end up working in some backstreet toy shop.”
I cringe, holding the phone away from my ear as he shouts down the phone. I’m sure the entire sandwich shop can hear him. “Dad, please. Can we talk about this when I see you?”
“It will be too late then. You’re never available for dinner lately. I’ll text you the number. I’ve pulled a lot of strings to get your foot in the door at Chambre Rose Publishing. Opportunities like this don’t come around every day, Joy.”
“Ye—”
“I expect you to call them this week.”
“Yes, Dad. I’ll think about it, okay? I have to go, as I’m about to be served. Love you.” I hang up before he can say anymore. I don’t want to leave this place or Nick. Especially now we’ve acted on our feelings.
15
NICK
The vein in my neck throbs, pumping the blood straight to my dick as I think about all the things I want to do to her. But I need to take this slow. There’s no way I’m going to scare her off again.
I take off the glasses and place them on my desk next to the computer, then pull off the beard and drop it on the keyboard.
The door opens as I unbutton the red jacket. Joy enters with a bag from the sandwich shop across the road. She places it on her chair with panting breaths. She’s not usually this out of breath after climbing the stairs.
My fingers hover over my buttons. “Are you unwell again? You look as white as a sheet.”
She corners her desk. “I have to tell you why I left the other night.”
I drop into my leather chair and pat my knees. “Come and sit on my lap and you can tell me while I touch you.”
She pulls the green sleeves of her costume over her hands as she jingles towards me. She hesitates, eyeing up my knees. “I feel like I’m going to squash you.”
I grab her hips and pull her down on me sidesaddle, across my knees like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap. She might be a full-figured woman, but with my broad frame, she’s small to me. “You have no idea how much I love the weight of you in my arms.”
“You sure?” She strokes the short bristles on my jaw with her delicate hand and my dick twitches at thoughts of her stroking other areas of my body.
I kiss the side of her neck, inhaling her candy scent. My fingers trace the stripes on her thighs. “Don’t worry yourelf, tell me what’s on your mind.” My mouth trails along her face, seeking her plump, pouty lips.
“You know how I said I was scared.” Her body stills in my arms, and she holds her breath.
My hand squeezes her fleshy thigh, trying to reassure her. “I’d never hurt you.”
“I know. It wasn’t that.” She bites her lip. Her body relaxes as my palm slides up and down her spine. My other hand curls around her knee, holding her tight on my lap. I’m not giving her the chance to bolt again.
“Did I come on too strong? Too fast? What was it? I’ll not make the same mistake twice.”
She shuffles her bottom in my lap. Her fingers fiddle with the buttons of the red jacket. “I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t even shaved.”
I pull my head back to get a good look at her flushed cheeks. “You were elf conscious?”
“Stop making jokes.” She swats my chest. “I’m serious.”
“Joy, listen. I haven’t been with a woman for six years. My home internet has security and firewalls for a six-year-old. I can’t even watch porn. The last thing I care about is how trim your bush is. Trust me when I say it won’t cross my mind when my tongue’s buried inside you.” My thick fingers climb higher up her thigh, like climbing a ladder, moving up each stretched stripe.
“You really wouldn’t mind?” Her eyes widen as she stares into mine.
“I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nothing you can hide from me I won’t love.” My hand disappears under her skirt, feeling the elastic around the top of her legs. “I thought these were tights. Have you been wearing stockings this whole time?”
She nods, biting her plump lip.
“You’re a naughty little elf. Do you know what these striped thigh highs do to me?” I kiss her neck, moving my lips to nibble on her ear. “And these ears.” My fingers push between her touching thighs, seeking her buried gift. “You’re ear-resistible.”
