“Bugger,my roof is caving in.”
And just like that, it was over. We were back to being neighbors and pretending that there was nothing between us, aside from some nuts and cheese.
But I knew better.
We both did.
We called it an evening when Bowie’s pretzel roof caved in.
After wiping down her table and making sure that every spare slice of cheese had been carefully locked away in the fridge, Nellie walked me to the door.
“Thanks so much for today,” she said while I slipped into my jacket. It was a short walk back across the courtyard, but the cold spell sweeping SoCal was no joke. Last night, I had even (gasp) turned the heater on. “I’m really looking forward to seeing the pictures.”
“I can have them uploaded and emailed to you tonight.”
She lifted her shoulders. “Whenever.”
“Hey, you two.” Nora pointed toward something above the doorway. “You know what that means.”
I looked up and froze.
Mistletoe.
As if in slow motion, I lowered my eyes from the small, hanging plant to the woman standing opposite me. We had already nearly kissed once today; it couldn’t hurt to give it another go. On the contrary, I might burst if I didn’t finally get my mouth on hers.
I wet my lips, anxiously awaiting her next move. As much as I wanted this—wanted her—nothing would happen without her giving the go-ahead. An enthusiastic and unwavering yes. I refused to be anybody’s regret, especially Nellie’s.
My gaze traveled over her face, searching for any signs of distress or embarrassment but, thankfully, finding none. Instead, she gave a slight smile and lifted her hands to my shoulders, using them for leverage.
“This is the part where you kiss me, Santa,” she whispered against my lips.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
She shook her head. “It’s what I need.”
There was no more talking after that. I crashed my lips down on hers, swallowing up her surprised gasp.
And just like that, everything else faded away—the claps and cheers of our nearby audience, the hiss of the heater above our heads, the faint melody of a familiar Christmas song—all of that fell by the wayside as I got my first taste of my neighbor.My naughty girl.The woman that I had been nonstop dreaming about since that very first day we’d met in the laundry room.
When I pulled back, she followed, searching for more. And as much as I wanted to give it to her, this wasn’t the time or the place. Her face fell when I carefully disentangled her arms from around my neck and stepped closer to the door.
“Thanks for a great night,” I managed, my throat shaky. “I better get going.” I caught her chin with my free hand and directed her to look up at my face once again. When she did, the vulnerability in her eyes made my heart jolt. “I’ll talk to you soon, Janelle.”
Her nod was all the response I needed.
I all but ran out the door, barely sparing a passing wave to her friends. By the time I made it to my apartment, I was burning up. My pants were unbuttoned and shoved down my thighs before the front door clicked shut. There was no time to think, only feel.
I wrapped a hand around my heavy cock, drawing it out of my boxer briefs and falling back against the door. There was no suppressing the moan that fell from my lips.
“Fuck.”
I hoped she heard me. I hoped they all heard me and the desperate longing behind my cries. This wouldn’t take long, not with the way we had been edging each other all week.
Does she touch herself like this?
Better yet, would she let me watch? I palmed my greedy cock to the thought, grunting as I pictured her fucking herself with her fingers and, better yet, her favorite toy.A Barbie-pink dildo with sparkles.It had to be. Nothing else would do, not for my pint-sized elf with fuck me heels and fuck off energy.
She was in need of a good spanking, and I wanted to be the one to give it to her.
