Her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling and one of her hands in gripping the back of my neck. “I can’t feel my body from the waist down right now and need some food and fluids. But then we’re taking this whole operation out to the pool.”
I press my own grin to hers and kiss her hard. “Food then more sex. Perfect Christmas day.”
Chapter 3
Farnaz
“So how long have you been doing the Santa gig?” I ask Kris before biting into a piece of Manchego.
We’re currently lounging in the lanai next to the infinity pool. The view is seriously gorgeous. Even though I was born and raised in Panama, and grew up going to amazing beaches, I can still be awed by the beauty of the islands. The sky is a perfect blue. Not a cloud marring it and I’m sharing a massive chaise lounge with possibly the most gorgeous being I’ve ever seen. Who at the moment is gloriously naked—and so am I because clothing’s optional in Santa’s beach villa, baby—other than for the couple of nail marks I left on her when she was making me come like a rock star.
And as soon as we polish off the massive charcuterie board and bottle of Moët she brought from the kitchen I plan to get right back to doing her on every surface of this massive villa. And yeah, if I’m in a medically induced coma, please don’t wake me up until I’ve had one more go at the self-heating pussy. Bless my clueless uncle and Kris’s nosy as fuck dad.
“Ten years.” She says, bringing my attention back to her. She’s so fucking beautiful, I just take a moment to stare. We showered together after that first round in her bedroom, so she’s fresh faced. Her winged eyeliner and red lipstick are gone, but somehow she’s even sexier this way.
“I did my first Toy Run when I was twenty-five.” She tells me, and I realize we’re technically the same age. Just because, I lean in and lick into her mouth. Kris instantly responds, kissing me back hungrily. I thought my sexy parts would need a few hours to reboot, but no, they’re tingly and ready to go again.
I pull back with what I’m sure is a goofy smile on my face and gesture for her to carry on. “Typically, we do the first few years as apprentices with the outgoing Santa in the lead, but my mom was really ill and my dad retired early to spend more time with her.” Her blue eyes lose their sparkle for a second, and something hot pulses in my chest, needing to comfort her.
“I’m sorry.” I tell her, caressing her cheek. This woman is under my skin already, and I’m probably never going to see her again after tomorrow.
“Thanks.” She says with a sigh and leans back on the chaise. I notice her taut strong body is already getting a little bit of color from the sun. I’m pretty much obsessed.
“She passed away about five years ago. It’s just been me and my dad since. He’s still involved in the operations part-time, but he loves retirement.”
I consider that for a moment, thinking of my uncle and the other two Magi, who still haven’t handed over the reins so to speak. “The Kings are retirement age too, but they don’t have successors ready and able to takeover like you did. My cousin Melchior Jr, doesn’t want anything to do with the Toy Run, and I as far as I can tell neither Balthazar’s or Gaspar’s kids are up for it either.”
She nods, and turns on her side, her head propped up on her hand. “It’s a lot of responsibility. I wanted to do it, but not everyone feels the calling. So, whyareyou in the DR and not with your family?” She asks, veering off her sad stuff and right into mine.
I rub my thighs together, and that sweet ache between my legs feels like a comfort as I prepare to answer her question. “I was here for work.” I tell her, and take a long sip of my bubbly, just to have something to do.
“What do you do?” This woman doesn’t know me from Adam—well we did make each other come, so she knows me a little bit. And yet, I feel like she genuinely wants to know about me. It’s easier to believe it because it’s how I feel about her. There’s something about what’s happening between us that feels safe. Like I can trust her with something that so far has been a very treacherous line of conversation.
“I’m a toy designer, family business and all.” I wink and she laughs.
“I get that. We have amazing ones in the North Pole, not many women though. Are you looking for a full-time position?”
My heart does a couple of flips at the casual question, even though she’s probably just being nice.
“I’ve changed my focus now and started designing adult toys.” I pop a grape in my mouth and grin at her when her lips curve up into a dirty smile.
“Where any of the ones I saw in your bag—
She starts to ask, and I answer before she can finish the question. “Yep. All of those are my designs.” I say proudly. “Well, except the one, that’s vintage Hitachi, and still works like a charm.”
She grins at me, biting the tip of her tongue. Kristina Kringle is a stone-cold fox.
“The fact that you design the toys I have used and will continue to use on you today, is so fucking hot.” She tells me with a wink, like the walking wet dream she is. “I’m drenching this chaise just thinking about fucking you with that bright blue dildo I saw in your bag.”
Okay, more sex is imminent.
“But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here at Christmas?”
Talking about this is kind of a sexy mood killer, but it’s only fair since she talked about her family stuff. “I’m trying to find investors for my start-up. My family wasn’t super enthused about me leaving a really well-paying job at All American Kids toys. I got some interest from a group here, so I came to do my pitch.” And then without any warning the actual truth just spills out of me. “And I needed a few days to myself before I flew out to be with them. We go to this huge chalet in the Alps every year with the whole family. We were all supposed to arrive there yesterday.” I shrug feeling all weird again. “But I had this meeting as an excuse to arrive a couple of days later. I didn’t feel ready for all lectures. I know, I suck.”
She widens her eyes at me and shakes her head, then moves closer. So close that our bodies are pressed together from toes to boobs. Boob friction is totally underrated and I’m seconds from needing to sex her up again.
“You don’t suck. I get needing to be alone. Needing some quiet and time to replenish. That’s why I’m here. The first few years after I took over the Toy Run duties, I would dock in the sleigh and go right into planning for the next run. No breaks, no time off, nothing. I felt like I had something to prove and ran myself into the ground. After five years of that, I was done. My dad sat me down and told me I needed to go easier on myself. We bought this villa, and now I come here for a week every year. No work, no people, no distractions. Just me and the beach.”
