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“Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse to get in your bed,” I say, laughing as he hauls me into his lap and lazily spanks my ass three times.
* * *
I’m the first one to wake up in the morning. Ford is sprawled out on his back, an arm thrown over his face, and he’s breathing deeply, evenly.
It’s my first chance to really look at him without him growling or distracting me with orgasms. Not that I’m complaining.
But this is a wonderful Christmas gift. I rake my gaze over his heavy torso, seeing a few scars here and there I’d never noticed before.
Careful not to wake him, I gently fold the blankets back, revealing his heavy cock lying against his thigh.
“Having fun?”
I jerk my hand back just before touching him. “You’re awake.”
“I’m a light sleeper.” His voice is rough and warm.
“Good to know.” I scramble up his body and press a kiss on his mouth. “Merry Christmas.”
“It sure is.” He carries me into the bathroom, cranks the shower on, and then washes my hair and body. Once I’m squeaky clean, he lets me play with his cock as he gently rubs me to a quick and very satisfying morning orgasm.
“Can you show me how you. . .”
His eyes light up. “You want to watch me jerk off?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He’s rough with himself, more than I thought, and efficient. His eyes flutter shut as his cock grows, then open again, locking on my face as he mutters my name and comes in a long, arcing spurt.
“You think of me?”
One corner of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah, baby.”
“Any specifics you want to share? You know, for inspiration. . .”
“You’re the fucking inspiration.” He licks his lips as he rinses off, then kisses me roughly, backing me up against the tile wall. “You want to know?”
“Always.”
“I think of you as Daddy’s little girl.” His eyes glitter as he rubs his thumb at the corner of my mouth. Then he pushes against my lips, and I open for him, pulling the digit in and against my mouth. “You did that last night. In your sleep. That’s what I remembered just now. It’s better than any fantasy I’d had in the past.”
“That’s so hot.” I kiss the end of his thumb, then give him what I hope is a seductive look. “Speaking of so hot. How do I get you into a Santa suit this morning for a visit over to the retirement home?”
He laughs. “I’ve already said yes.”
“Just trying to nail down the specifics,” I say brightly as he turns off the shower.
He gets out and grabs two towels, wrapping one around me before using his to dry off his hair and beard.
Which reminds me. . . I tug on the dark brown curls closely cropped to his jaw. “We’ll need to do something about this. It’s shorter than I remember.”
“Santa felt like a trim.”
“I have some white hair dye at home. It’s a temporary spray.”
He laughs out loud. “Oh, sweetheart. No.”
“Ford, please—”
