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I’ve been a very good girl Santa, sugar…
hurry down that chimney tonight
Cal almost lost his courage and turned around, but taking a deep breath he stepped into the kitchen. And stopped as he hit an invisible wall. He stared. Just stared.
Good Lord she’s…
Sage was swaying those wide hips and thick thighs in the yoga pants he was pretty sure should be illegal. He had felt that way all day. She knew. She enjoyed it. She swayed to the music playing on the speakers as she moved around the kitchen with ease.
Cal was about to clear his throat and announce himself when Sage paused for a second, grabbed some dry porcelain serving plates, and bent down to put them in the lower drawer. She bent down. Slowly. Suggestively. She spread her legs slightly, arching her back. The generous flesh of her ass spread tightly against the yoga fabric, formed sinfully around everything God gave her.
She held that pose for much longer than was necessary.
Hmmm… down the chimney tonight
Hurry, daddy… and slide down that chimney tonight
Cal’s brain short-circuited for half a second.
Wait… that is NOT how that song goes...
Before he could fully process it, Sage let out another pleased little moan into the next line, still bent over, still putting on a show.
She’s doing it on purpose!
Sage giggled as she slowly straightened up, glancing over her shoulder with pure mischief.
“Mmmm, daddy… having fun watching your princess slave away in the kitchen?”
Cal, flushed and laughing said, “Sweetheart… you’re going to kill me if you keep doing stuff like that”
As she walked toward him, she easily slipped into his arms, resting her head under his chest as she held him close and murmured, “Yeah, but daddy… what a way to go, right?”
Cal laughed. “You’re incorrigible, you know that right?”
She smiled up at him, tugging him down for a kiss. Her tongue slipped easily into his mouth as she held him, and he lifted her up, holding her gently, his hands moving over those beautiful curves that he had been just admiring.
“Yeah baby… I know”
Cal smiled down at her, and Sage smiled right back, bright and open. Then she bit her lip, glancing thoughtfully toward the big window that looked out over the snowy yard and barn.
“We’re alone now,” she murmured, sliding her hands slowly up his arms, over his shoulders, until her fingers laced behind his neck.
“We are,” Cal answered, voice low, heart feeling full and rich in his chest.
Sage nestled closer, sighing as his palms roamed over her curves in that slow, reverent way she’d come to crave. “It’s been a great week… the party yesterday, last night, today…” She pressed her face into his chest, breathing him in. “These have been the best days of my life, Cal. More than I ever could’ve hoped for.”
He waited, smiling softly, brushing his thumb along the dip of her waist. “But?”
Sage lifted her head, dimples flashing as she caught her tongue ring between her teeth for a playful second. “But… I could sure use a relaxing soak in some hot water.”
Cal grinned and started carrying her toward the living room, already heading for the stairs and the big tub in her bathroom. “Of course, princess. You can have a long bath, and after we can—”
She cleared her throat, voice dropping into that husky register that always hit him low.
“Daddy?”
Cal froze mid-step, instantly sensing the shift. Sage Thompson was about to flip his world upside down. Again. For the fifth time today. He raised an eyebrow, waiting.
