Page 3 of Christmas D*ck

Chapter 2

I gazedat the tattoo in disbelief. The words WANNA FUCK? stared back at me, taunting me to lead him to the women’s bathroom and have Kaci watch the door while I rode him like a rented mule.

In hope of squelching my urge to immediately accept his invitation, I crossed my legs. It only aggravated matters. I uncrossed them and reached for my wine. “Did that hurt?”

He lowered his hand. His mouth twisted into a smirk. “They all hurt,” he said flatly. “If anyone tell you otherwise, they’re a liar.”

Savoy Marketing and EarthMatt had combined their holiday efforts into one party. I knew he didn’t work for Savoy, leaving the eco-friendly welcome mat company as his employer.

“So.” I steadied my shaking hand and sipped my wine. “You work for EarthMatt?”

His brows knitted together. “Who?”

“EarthMatt.” I gestured toward the vinyl banner that hung over one of the doorways. “The welcome mat people.”

He chuckled a dry laugh. “Afraid not.”

Mister Shirley was hiring two new maintenance men. I promptly envisioned tattooed Santa being one of them. He could fuck me in the stockroom while I searched through boxes of decade old financial reports for something I’d never find.

“You work for Savoy?” I asked excitedly.

He raked his fingers through his hair. When he did, his coat fell off his shoulders and landed in a crumpled pile on the floor. I started to say something, but decided against it when I got a view of his bulging biceps.

It seemed every inch of his exposed skin was covered with tattoos. I got lost in admiring them for a moment, and then glanced at Kaci. With a gaping mouth, she gawked at him from across the table. Apparently, she was just as interested in sitting on Santa’s lap as I was.

“Savoy? Never heard of ‘em,” he said. “I just came in here for a drink.”

Kaci choked on her laugh. “You crashed the party?”

He crossed his arms over his massive chest and grinned. “Kind of.”

A hint of his musky manliness wafted into my nostrils. If sexy had a scent, he was secreting it. I drew a slow breath and relaxed into a pillow of lustful thoughts. After a few mental orgasms, the sound of Kaci’s voice brought me back to my senses.

“What about the Santa outfit?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm. “Do you carry that with you just in case you see a party?”

“I did a Toys for Tots run a couple of weeks back, and never took it out of my bags.” He reached for his glass and then gave me a look. “You always make it a point to side-step questions?”

Still under the effects of his bravado spell, I gave him the deer in the headlights look. “What question?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You’re walking around here inviting people to proposition you. Then, when someone does, you want to change subjects.”

All I did was look at him. It may have been with done with lustful eyes, but him seeing it as an invitation from fifty feet away was impossible.

“How did I invite you to proposition me?”

He gestured toward my lap with his eyes. “You’re not wearing panties,” he said matter-of-factly.

My face flashed hot. He was right. I wasn’t wearing panties. Unless he was a true superhero – and possessed x-ray vision – knowing it was impossible.

“Why would…why do you say that?” I stammered.

He chuckled. “Because you’re not.”

I decided to wear my commando status like a diamond-studded crown. “You’re right,” I snapped back. “I’m not.”

He scanned the length of my body. Slowly. “I’m well aware.”

I cinched my thighs together. “How do you…know?”