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envisioned herself sucking his cock. He would grunt with pleasure as he unloaded into her mouth, his taste hot on her tongue.
    Her pussy liquefied at the thought and her gaze dropped to her feet with the hope that she wouldn’t blush. Noelle walked over to Santa’s car and sat on the trunk. She crossed her legs, one over the other, and rested one stiletto clad foot on his bumper. “So why are you going to Indiana? Family?”
    He shook his head and sat on the hood of her car. “Work.”
    “It’s Christmas Eve! What kind of boss makes you work on Christmas?”
    He glanced down for a second before his gaze settled on her again. “It’s kind of a family business.”
    I thought my family was crazy. “Does your family celebrate Christmas?”
    “Oh course, it’s our favorite holiday!” Santa sounded almost offended at the question.
    He came off her car to stand beside her. Her pulse increased as she stole a glance at the bulge inside his pants. Closing her eyes, she envisioned her dress hiked up around her waist as she lay on the hood of the car, her legs in mid air, as Santa held her by the hips, his fingers cutting into her skin as he pushed himself into her waiting cunt. The sound of his moaning mixed with the pumping inside her wet pussy as her juices coated him.
    She opened her eyes and shook her head, willed the vision away. Besides them, a lone car rolled down the expressway.
    “What are you drinking?”
    She glanced at him. “Peppermint Mocha Latte. They only sell those around the holidays.” She took a sip, regretful that in a few days she would no longer be able to get any of this until next year. Luckily, she stocked up on minty coffee creamer at home, almost buying out the entire store of it.
    “I take it you like peppermint.”
    “I like all kinds of mint.”
    A quick blur of vision caught her attention and her gaze quickly moved south. His cock jumped inside his pants.
    How is my liking of mint sexy? That confused her a bit and she glanced straight ahead.
    The naked tree branches danced in the air as the bitter wind blew. She shivered slightly.
    “Are you cold?” he asked.
    “A little.”
    Santa climbed off the trunk and pulled his sweater over his head. As he handed the garment to her, Noelle couldn’t help but gawk at the man in front of her. Perfect ripped muscles and tanned skin that smelled like sunshine and probably tasted like heaven. Images danced in her mind of them together as she spilled mango margarita on his skin on a sunny beach somewhere. Her tongue touched the sweet drink and licked it off him. Her naked nipples grazed against the liquid on his chest before they found their entrance into his mouth. He sucked off the beverage from her breast while he kneaded the other one with his hand.
    She blinked the image away and shook her head slightly as though to rid herself of the distracting thought. If she kept thinking those thoughts, Noelle was certain she would end up doing exactly what Wendy suggested. She couldn’t do that. Wendy was the slut of the family while Noelle was the good girl. Noelle, who only had sex with one man in her entire life.
    Memories of Jeff flooded toward her like rainwater in a bad storm. Her heart still ached at his betrayal. They had been happy at first. Their marriage had been a blessing until she suggested they have a baby. At first, he avoided those talks, and then he avoided her too. Nine months ago she’d come home to find a note on her kitchen table. Jeff had found someone else and wanted to tell her it was over. He left her the house, the car, and all the money in the bank. He didn’t care about all that: he just wanted out, away from her. That killed her. The betrayal that he no longer loved her had haunted her for months to follow.
    Absentmindedly, Noelle rested her coffee cup on the truck beside her and pulled the sweater over her head. “Are you sure you won’t be cold?”
    “I’m certain,” he answered and sat beside her again.
    Noelle had