Mardi Gras Publishing
Do you believe in Santa Claus?
Scott shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying not draw attention to his growing hard on. Normally he didn’t have this problem. But normally he didn’t have beautiful women standing in line to sit on his lap. Damn this was a good job. It didn’t pay much but the fringe benefits were excellent.
Neither does Jenna Peterson, but naughty girl she is, she set out to prove it to the world. It started with a dare but then she couldn’t resist the handsome man beneath the beard and had to give him a little something to remember her by.
When Scott signed up to be the mall Santa Claus, he never dreamed that two naughty girls would be sitting on his lap or that one would capture his heart and then just walk away. Could he convince her that this was more than physical attraction and to trust her heart? Or was she determined to stay on Santa’s naughty list?
“Ho, ho, ho, ladies.” He swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn’t feel his rigid hard on when they sat down. He didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t like not knowing what to expect. He was a planner and liked anticipating how things were going to work out before they did. This was like opening a door to a new world. A world full of unexpected surprises and there was a curiosity inside of him to see what was on the other side.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I have been naughty or nice?” It was the redhead who spoke, in a sultry sexy kind of voice. He bit his lip as he felt that hard on jerk up to attention in his lap. Thank God for all that extra padding. He separated his legs to accommodate them both on his lap.
Did he really want to know if they have been naughty or nice? Okay he was a sucker. “So what have you been, naughty or nice?” Scott asked, not sounding anything like Santa anymore.
The blonde sat on his right thigh, leaving the other leg free for the redhead. The blonde said, “Well, I have been naughty. Do you think you’ll still visit me?” One of her arms wrapped around his neck and he felt her fingers do circles on the nape of his neck.
This was a dream right? Please don’t let me wake up. Scott thought desperately.
That comment just seemed to spike the redhead’s competitive spirit. The redhead sat on his other thigh, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Damn if he didn’t like the way this felt. Two beautiful women on his lap, with hands that wouldn’t stop.
“Naughty? I am afraid my sister doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” Red said whispering near his ear.