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thigh, a pleased rumble vibrating
his chest as he explored her stockings. “Mmm…garters. I must have been a very
good boy this year for Santa to bring me something so naughty.”
    He
slid his hands under her dress to cup her ass, tugged her until his cock was
pressed against her pussy.
    “Perfect,”
he groaned, as the ridge of his cock rubbed her clit.
    Holly
cried out. She couldn’t help it, and the present tumbled from her nerveless
fingers to bounce amid the bike pieces, which jangled. The sound seemed to wake
David, and his eyes widened as realization dawned.
    “Holly?
What the hell?”
    Yeah,
he was awake.
     
    DAVID
HAD FALLEN ASLEEP after hours of trying to put together that stupid bike. He
figured a little nap would help his concentration, and that the infernal
instructions would start to resemble human language at some point. His nap had
been interrupted by the scent of cinnamon teasing his nostrils, and he’d opened
his eyes to a vision – Holly hovering over him, lips parted, eyes bright. So he
did what any sane man did when presented with a fantasy. He’d reached out and
cemented their bodies from knee to chest. Of course, most men’s fantasies
dissolved when reality intruded.
    Not
this one.
    Holly
was really here, and squirming to get away.
    Uh-uh.
Not until I get some answers.
    Deftly,
David rolled her under him. The new position crushed those fabulous breasts
against his chest and his cock automatically settled more firmly against her
pussy as her knees came up to cradle his hips, her dress tumbling up her
thighs.
    “I’m
so sorry, David. You weren’t supposed to wake up while I was here. I just came
to deliver that.”
    She
pointed at the fallen box.
    “It’s
for Henry. It’s his video game.” Holly swallowed nervously. “It’s from Santa.”
    David
scowled.
    “You
broke into my house to deliver a present from Santa? That’s insane.”
    “I
didn’t break in. I popped in,” Holly sighed, wiggling under him in the most
distracting fashion. She seemed anxious to get away, but her fingers were
digging into his biceps, as though to pull him closer.
    “You’re
not making any sense, Holly.”
    For
a horrible moment, he wondered if she were stalking him, and then dismissed the
idea. Her reaction to him in the community center had been nearly shy at first, and fucking incredible , but not the response of a woman with a creepy
obsession.
    “You
know all the jokes about me? Do I play reindeer games? Does my dad let me
borrow the sleigh?” Holly trailed off.
    David
snorted.
    “You
think you’re Santa’s daughter?”
    “One
of them.”
    “There
is no such thing as Santa.”
    Holly
cringed, but only said lightly, “Mom will be sad to hear it.”
    She
let go of him and David immediately missed the bite of her nails.
    “Henry’s
present got left off the sleigh, which never happens, by the way. I was
supposed to just pop in, deliver the present, wipe your memory, and pop out.”
    “Wait,
wipe my memory?” David was having a hard time, in more ways than one. Holly was
obviously crazy, but her fidgety little movements under him were going to drive
him right there with her. He rocked his hips slightly, unable to help himself,
and watched as she caught her breath, heat filling her eyes.
    Son
of a bitch.
    Holly
licked her lips and tried to find her voice.
    “It
helps people who don’t believe in Santa understand how a strange present found
its way under the tree. In the morning, you’d think you bought Henry’s video
game, and you wouldn’t remember me being here at all.”
    “I
doubt I’m going forget this anytime soon.”
    “Let
me up and I’ll show you.”
    Reluctantly,
he let her sit up, waiting for her to bolt, but she only retrieved the box,
picked her way toward the tree, and carefully tucked Henry’s game amid the
other parcels before turning back. David stood and folded his arms, waiting for
her to concede. Instead, a jingle of bells, a whiff of cold air that made the
fire