She huffs, tapping her green jingling boot against the old carpet. “I can’t go on the shop floor like this, Nick.”
“Come on, where’s that elf-confidence?”
She rolls her eyes. “How long do I have to cover for?”
“I’m not sure. We’ll just play it byear.” My grin widens, but she isn’t laughing. I didn’t think my little star could look sexier, but damn, she looks hot when she’s mad. Is it wrong to want to kiss the wrinkles from her nose?
She jingles out of the office, her ass swaying under the short green dress, giving me a perfect view of the stretched red and white stripes around her thighs.
* * *
At lunchtime,I hear Joy before I see her as she jingles outside the office door. The handle dips and she pokes her head through, the bell dangling in front of her rosy face. “I’m going to grab a sandwich from across the road. Do you want anything?”
“I grabbed one from the gym cafe this morning, thanks.” I tap away on the keyboard, the keys getting the brunt of my frustration.
She steps in and rifles through her things, then disappears out the door with her purse, leaving her book poking out of her bag. A half-naked man poses on the cover accompanied by the wordsBoss Daddyin a blue font. I step over and pull it from her bag, relax back in my seat, and open the page where she’s bookmarked it with a receipt.
He hikes up my pencil skirt, yanks down my panties, and with long, hard strokes, his fingers find my clit. He tugs on it, causing me to yell with pleasure. One huge finger enters my wetness, and it’s like being fucked by any average man’s length. I can only imaging how big the boss man’s cock is.
“Fuck me, boss daddy.”
My head swims with images of my naughty elf bent over my desk, begging to be fucked. Before I realise, I’m hard as a lump of coal.
The door swings open. “I forgot my—” Her eyes dart from her bag to my desk and I’m like a kid caught with his fingers in the cookie jar.
I lower the book to hide the tent my dick’s pitched in my trousers. My smile is more of a wince as her gaze floats south.
“You’re reading my book?” Her eyes widen, no doubt glimpsing the monster hiding behind the pages.
“It’s, er…very interesting.” I bow my head, willing my cock to do the same. But the not-so-little fucker is jumping for Joy since she jingled into the room. “Do you like reading this daddy stuff?”
“What part have you actually read?” Her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of crimson, the sort of shade I imagine she wears right after a good shag.
“I read about how he bends his assistant over the desk.”
“Did you like it?” She bites her lip, her hands clasped together as she twists from side to side, like a little girl waiting for daddy’s praise.
“It was…enlightening.” My lips curl up in one corner, giving her a cocky-ass grin, but my heart’s beating so damn fast. I’m gonna get myself in trouble if I say any more. I want to be her boss daddy. Bend her over this desk just to hear what type of moans she makes.
I grit my teeth and force myself to think of section four in that fucking book. If I make a move, she’s gonna think I’m a creep. Or she might actually take me up on my offer and break this dry spell I’ve had. But I have too much to lose.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had a woman. Too long. And yet not near long enough. Guilt fills my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. I glance down at my dick, shrinking and packing the tent away. Thoughts of my deceased wife tend to do that.
It’s the guilt of moving on. Since my old assistant, Mrs Price, retired, and I set Joy on, my pipe’s had more lead in it than usual.
She walks over to the desk and snatches the book from me. “Get your own book. This one’s mine.”
“Ah, come on. I was getting into that. I was hoping you’d read some to me.” With the smirk on my face, she thinks I’m teasing. “It's the season of giving. Don't be elfish, Joy.”
She glares before stepping out of the office. Her hat jingles as she flicks her head back.
Damn, I never knew I had a thing for elf. I can’t decide if it’s Joy or the costume, or the ears. I scratch the short beard on my chin, mulling it over. The ears. Definitely the ears.
7
JOY
Santa waves goodbye to the spoilt kid who just asked for another horse. The ruddy-faced man, our caretaker, isn’t fazed by any of the brats who come through the grotto. He used to work at a school, so he’s probably used to it. It helped that he still has his police DBS certificate. You can never be too careful these days.
