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  In the back of her mind, she registered the wet slurping sounds her mouth made as she swallowed more of his flesh before Dayton would pull back, and then press forward again. The intimate act she performed felt like a natural extension of the feelings she had for him. Knowing her touch, the flick of her tongue, her suckling of his flesh brought pleasure to him, augmented the arousal building in her belly.

  A part of her was surprised at the delight she took in being bound. With her eyes closed, she could imagine the sight someone would have if they came through the door. Dayton slouched on the sofa, head thrown back, fingers buried in her mussed hair as her head bobbed over his flat belly, bound hands gripped in fists as she grew more aroused. Beneath her skirt, she could feel her pussy dribble moisture into her already soaked panties. Her breasts ached to be caressed, her nipples hard and swollen. The scent of Dayton’s skin, the feel of his penis pressing deeper into her mouth, aroused her nearly as much as his touch had earlier.

  The grip on her hair tightened as a spurt of cum pulsed against her tongue. Elf opened her dazed eyes and met the intense look in Dayton’s.

  “I’m gonna come, Elf.” His words were more a question than a warning.

  A question Elf answered by exerting a minute amount of pressure with her teeth.

  It was all the confirmation Dayton needed as he threw back his head, groaned, and his seed flooded her mouth.

  Chapter Five

  “It isn’t a relationship, Elf,” Dayton informed her as he exited the en suite bathroom, his jeans fastened and plaid shirt tucked neatly into the waistband again. “I’m not looking for that. After New Year’s, things will probably return to normal.”

  Hands trembling as she attempted to thread the buttons of her dress back through their holes, Elf was glad the green costume came with frilly little bloomers. The panties she’d been wearing were soaked and useless. In his absence, she’d switched to the decorative underwear.

  A part of her heard Dayton’s rationalization, but another part was still trying to deal with what she’d done. The silver bracelets still encircled her wrists, the small loops of chain swinging wildly with the continued trembling of her fingers. She wasn’t sure about much of anything anymore. Not with the feelings and thoughts racing through her mind.

  She fought to keep from laughing as she remembered the disgruntled looks her boyfriends had given her when she’d refused to go down on them. Curious as she was, and tempted to see if it would stimulate a response, she’d never let any of them ‑‑ never let any man ‑‑ she closed her eyes… What was the term she’d once read? Ah, yes, fuck her face.

  “Elf?” Dayton’s warm palms covered her hands, drawing her from her thoughts.

  Easing her fingers from the buttons, Dayton patiently refastened her dress, all the while studying her face. She wondered what he saw there. With the jumble of emotions roiling through her she barely knew what she was feeling, let alone what her expression was giving away.

  “If I say no…” Inside her head, a tiny voice laughed uproariously. Yeah, right, say no to him?

  He shrugged. “I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t force you.”

  “And you think you won’t want me after the New Year?” Was that disappointment in her voice?

  Dayton looked closely at her as he slid the last button home and straightened the fuzzy collar around her neck. “I won’t guarantee that.”

  “But, you said…”

  “I said I want to fuck you. And I do. I also said that things would ‘probably’ return to normal after the New Year. That doesn’t mean there’s a shelf life on my attraction to you. I can assure you I’m not asking for or offering a relationship, Elf.”

  “What you’re saying is you’re horny ‑‑” She couldn’t believe the words were coming out of her mouth. By his expression, Dayton seemed somewhat taken aback by them as well. “And I’m just convenient.”

  “What I’m saying is I’ve reached a point where I don’t want to deny my interest anymore.” Stepping away, Dayton leaned against his desk. “After what just happened, you have to admit the feeling is more than mutual.”

  Unable to deny it, Elf nodded her head.

  “You want me.” Dayton wasn’t asking.

  Again she nodded. “Yes.”

  “I want you.” Stepping closer to her, he smoothed loose tendrils of hair behind her ear. “I’m offering a means for us to satisfy the curiosity we both have.”

  Elf didn’t respond. She kept her eyes on Dayton, waiting for him to say more. Hoping he would say something. Something to reassure her that her heart wouldn’t be broken any more than she suspected if she agreed to his plan.

  He didn’t. Instead he asked, “Do you want to share sex with me? Yes or no, Elf, that’s all you have to say.” Simple. Direct. Just like Dayton.

  “Yes.” The word seemed forced from her lips. Even knowing she was bound to regret the decision, Elf wouldn’t allow herself to pass up the opportunity to get as close as possible to this man.

  “If I ask anything of you that you aren’t sure about, all you have to say is ‘no.’” Dayton assured her. “Do you trust me?”

  Again Elf nodded.

  “Say you trust me, Elf.”

  “I trust you.”

  “You’ll spend Christmas with me?”

  “Yes.”

  “And the days after?”

  Elf swallowed around the lump in her throat and choked down her protest declaring she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

  If all he wanted was Christmas and some days following it, she would accept it. Accept it and find a way to move on with her life. “Yes, for as long as you want me, Dayton, I’ll stay.”

  * * * * *

  Elf lay in her queen-size bed reviewing the events of the afternoon and evening. The fact she’d let such an intimate act take place ‑‑ first in the work place, and second with her employer and the owner of the company ‑‑ made Elf shake her head in dismay. At the same time her pussy grew wet and swollen, and her breasts felt warm.

  The jarring sound of her telephone ringing beside her ear shattered Elf’s already disjointed thoughts. Groaning, she fumbled the cordless handset out of its stand, “Hello?”

  “Hey, sweetie,” Eleanor Jeffries-Lincoln’s cheery voice greeted her.

  “Hi, Mom.” Elf sat up, breathing deeply to still her thudding heart.

  “Did I wake you?”

  “No, no, I was” ‑‑ dreaming of fucking my boss ‑‑ “just resting.”

  “Well, I wanted to let you know that we have to change our holiday plans.”

  Elf could hear the excitement in her mother’s voice. “What happened?”

  “The cruise Doris and Edward were scheduled for ‑‑ they can’t go and they can’t cancel. So, they’re giving me and Gerry the tickets for a very good price.”

  Elf had to grin. “That’s great, Mom. I’m so glad you and Gerry will get an opportunity to spend time together somewhere exotic.”

  “The ship leaves next Friday and we’ll be gone until after the New Year.”

  “You two are going to have so much fun.” Elf tried to keep her voice upbeat. She’d miss not having her mom around for Christmas, but she knew how much they deserved this treat.

  “I just worry that you’ll be alone…” Eleanor’s enthusiasm was dampened a bit.

  “Mom, I’m thirty years old. I think I can survive one Christmas without my mother. Besides,” she reminded herself as she said the words that they weren’t really a lie, just an exaggeration of the truth, “I’ll be spending the day with Jodi.”

  “Oh, I’d forgotten about that. Maybe ‑‑”

  “No…” Elf cut her off. She knew her mother was debating canceling in order to keep the promise she’d made to share Christmas dinner at Jodi’s. “She’d never forgive you if you gave up this trip because of her.” And I’d never forgive you if I had to give up a single minute with my Sexy Santa.

  “But, we promised.”

  “A
nd I’ll be there to keep the promise. You and Gerry deserve to have a little fun.” Just like I intend to, Elf grinned to herself.

  “Well,” Eleanor sounded torn, “If you’re sure…”

  “Mom,” Elf made her voice stern, “you and Gerry didn’t get a honeymoon when you got married. You may never get this opportunity again, so don’t pass it up.”

  “Now you’re starting to sound like me.” Eleanor chuckled.

  “I should hope so. I’ve only had to listen to your lectures all my life.” Hoping to change the subject, Elf offered, “Maybe we can go out Saturday and pick up a sexy little swimsuit for your cruise.”

  “The plane leaves on Thursday night.”

  “So, we’ll meet for lunch tomorrow. I think Dayton is scheduled to meet one of his suppliers tomorrow, so I’ll be able to take a little more time.”

  “I’d like that, honey.”

  A man’s voice sounded over the telephone line. Elf recognized it as her stepfather, and her mother confirmed it, “That was Gerry. We have to get luggage for the trip, so I have to go.”

  “Love you, Mom.”

  “Love you, too, hon.”

  * * * * *

  “So?” Jodi’s voice was cool as Elf rolled upright and stared into the darkened bedroom, the phone pressed to her ear.

  “It was him.”

  The enthusiastic squeal on the other end of the line had Elf shaking her head and laughing. “I should be worried that you’re as excited as I am to find out who my Secret Santa is.”

  “Give me a break.” Jodi snorted. “I’m living vicariously through your adventures, friend of mine.”

  “Why don’t you try finding out who ‘elevator boy’ is,” Elf taunted.

  “There was nothing boyish about him,” Jodi groaned.

  Wanting to delay the inquisition for as long as possible, Elf asked, “So, have there been any more ‘nightly visitations’ from your hunky mystery man?”

  “No. I didn’t call to prattle on about my frustrations, so why don’t you spill with what happened when you showed up wearing the necklace?” Jodi pushed aside the attempt at delay and went right for the jugular.

  “He propositioned me.”

  “And?”

  “And what?” Elf prompted.

  “What did you say?”

  “I told him I was appalled at his crass ‑‑”

  “You lying bitch.” Jodi laughed. “Tell me what really happened before I come over there and beat it out of you.”

  Chuckling, Elf settled into her pillows and related the events in Dayton’s office without revealing the intimate scene that had played out between them.

  “So, he just wants to have sex?”

  “That’s what he’s telling me.” Elf could hear the disappointment in her voice and knew Jodi could hear it as well.

  “Are you going to agree?”

  “I already have.”

  Jodi stayed quiet for a moment. “You don’t sound as happy as I’d thought you’d sound.”

  “I may regret agreeing to do this,” Elf admitted, voicing the concern that plagued her.

  “Why?”

  Taking a deep breath, Elf stared through the darkness toward her ceiling. “I’m afraid.”

  “Of what?”

  “Becoming attached.” Too late, a voice inside her head chimed. To Jodi she continued, “Of getting hurt when he ends it.”

  “Life doesn’t come without a price,” Jodi responded after a few seconds of silence. “You just have to decide if you’re going to look back and regret not taking the chance.”

  Elf gave in to the temptation to whine, “This isn’t helping me.”

  “It’s not supposed to.”

  “Some friend you are,” Elf huffed. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

  “I am on your side, Elf,” Jodi assured her. “You’re more animated and alive talking about Dayton Kringle than you ever were when you talked about any of the guys you dated. Even Dean the Dickhead couldn’t make you gush. And I’m not just talking metaphorically, here. I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to you fantasize about jumping his bones.”

  Feeling the heat in her cheeks, Elf squeezed her eyes shut, “You can stop any time now.”

  “No, I can’t. Not if you’re gonna chicken out on this one opportunity to get what you want.” A hint of envy seeped into her voice as Jodi continued, “You’ve dreamed of doing this for months now, Elf. How often does a woman get the chance to live out her fantasy? Don’t fuck it up by wussing out.”

  “As a motivational speaker” ‑‑ Elf snorted ‑‑ “you suck.”

  “I’m not trying to motivate you, lady. I’m trying to kick your ass verbally so you can see what you’re passing up.”

  “I see it.”

  “So, then tell me the truth, will you regret not spending the time with him?”

  “Yes, but ‑‑”

  “Nuh uh,” Jodi cut her off. “It’s either yes or no. There are no ‘buts’ involved in this.”

  “Okay, then yes, I would regret not spending the time with him.”

  “Okay then.”

  “What about what happens after?” Elf asked.

  “I’ll be here and so will your mom. If you need us to help pick up the pieces, we will.”

  There was silence, and then Jodi’s chuckle sounded over the line. “What?” Elf demanded.

  “Well, I was thinking about something I read in a magazine.”

  “And?”

  “If you really want to keep him after the holidays are over…”

  “Yes?”

  “The advice from the magazine,” Jodi’s laughter was interspersed with her words, “suggests if you give him the greatest fuck of his life ‑‑ I mean mind-blowing, knock your socks off, amazing sex. He’s more likely to want to stick around, and attach some strings instead of walking away.”

  Elf thought about it, then had to laugh along with her friend. After the interlude in his office, she wondered if it would be possible to reach him that way.

  Chapter Six

  Her gift was waiting in her in-box on Wednesday morning. A broad red ribbon wrapped around the white, shirt-box-sized present. The note tucked inside the loops of the bow read:

  My Elf,

  Within are the garments that should always adorn a body such as yours. Their colors match your true nature while the fabrics from which they are made are nearly as silky as the skin upon which they will rest.

  After you have opened your gift, come to me so I might assist you in preparing for this day. The image of my gift caressing your nipples and hugging your pussy as I have so long dreamed of doing will make our remaining nine days feel like an eternity trapped within a single second.

  Santa

  She delayed opening the box by placing her freshly laundered elf outfit into the coat closet beside the door. Draping her jacket over one of the wooden hangers as well, Elf avoided looking at the gift. Tucking her purse into her desk, she settled into her chair, drew a deep breath and slid the red ribbon off. Easing up the lid, she separated the red tissue and moaned.

  Bright against the deep red paper were easily a dozen matched sets of lingerie in vibrant, jewel tones. Elf drew each out and placed them on her desk blotter. Each set consisted of a pair of thigh high stockings, a thong and a bra. Silk, satin, and lace slid sensuously over her fingertips as she examined the expensive garments. Some of the tiny labels had her gasping. She’d read an article recently about the prices some of the pieces garnered. La Perla, Agent Provocateur, even a C. Gilson were mixed in with the more familiar Victoria’s Secret, and Fredericks. Dayton had easily spent more than she earned in a month on this gift.

  She carefully placed each of the items back in the box and reread the note. He wanted her to come to him after she opened her gift, and she would. Holding the box clasped against her chest, she rose and crossed to the doors connecting her office to his.

  Easing the door open, Elf spied Dayton in the pose which had endeared
him to her for the last three years. Hunched over the drafting table, his tanned features set in focused concentration on a single task, his fingers flew across the sheet of paper fastened to the table by masking tape.

  Hoping to be able to watch him for a few minutes, Elf moved away from the door. Unfortunately, his hearing remained as keen as ever. Hovering just inside the door, she’d taken no more than three steps toward him when his head popped up and his eyes turned to pierce her where she stood.

  “You like?” he queried, one gray brow rising.

  Elf could feel the heat move over her cheeks as she nodded. Admiring the risqué lingerie he’d given to her and admitting it to him were two different things entirely. “They’re beautiful, but…”

  He waved aside her protest before she could finish. “They’re a gift. The price is irrelevant.” Dayton’s smile seemed predatory. Rising from his chair, he crossed the room. “Come with me.” He turned her toward the private elevator leading up to his apartment.

  Once upstairs, he accompanied her through the living room and into his bedroom. He moved so quickly she had only a brief glimpse of the sparse, masculine furnishings.

  Easing the box from her grip, Dayton guided her toward a tall cheval mirror. He drew her suit coat from her shoulders, neatly folded it, and set it aside on a wingback chair upholstered in navy brocade.

  “Tomorrow,” he told her as he stroked the curve of her breast before unbuttoning her blouse and setting it on top of her jacket, “don’t wear anything beneath your clothes.” His calloused fingers pulled off her silky bra before teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Grinning into the mirror at her breathless expression, he informed her, “I’ll dress you.”

  She reached back and attempted to stop his fingers from unfastening her black skirt, “I can’t let you…”

  Dayton shook his head, his eyes holding her reflected gaze as he crouched behind her, helping her step out of the skirt. He set it aside before rising and returning his attention to her breasts. Plucking at her tender nipples, he reminded her, “If you trust me, you can.”