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  She ran her finger between the two sides of the bag and split the tape before reaching inside. She pulled out a bottle of bubble bath.

  “Have you been spying on me? I love to take long soaks in the bath.”

  “Well, that was on your employee form.”

  She looked at him, knitting her eyebrows together.

  “Only joking.”

  She laughed and opened up the chocolates. She lifted one out and offered it to him. He poked out his tongue and she placed it on the tip.

  “Um, raspberry.”

  She popped one into her mouth.

  “Almost as good as the orgasm you gave me.”

  “Santa aims to please.”

  “You know what I think we should do?”

  “What?”

  “I think we should run a bath, pour in some of this, and eat the chocolates while we soak.”

  Was he dreaming or what?

  ****

  The tub was hardly big enough for both of them, but it made it all the more fun. They’d attempted to sit side by side but had finally given up when the water sloshed over the side of the tub and onto the floor, and instead opted to sit facing one another. Shaun had bravely decided to take the side with the taps at his back. They’d eaten a quarter of the box of chocolates and now sat stroking one another’s legs.

  “So don’t you have any family to spend Christmas with?” Ellen asked him. She realized she didn’t know much about her boss’s personal life, but then what employee really did?

  “My mother passed away a few years ago and my dad and sister both live in Phoenix. I thought about flying down there but figured it wasn’t worth it.”

  “Same here with me. My parents live in Boston.”

  He ran his finger along her leg, making an inroad in the bubbles that sat upon it.

  “Are you cooking turkey tomorrow?” he asked.

  “Cornish hen actually.”

  Shaun laughed. “Guess it beats pizza. That’s what I’m planning on eating.”

  “Then I hope you’ll stay for some Cornish hen.”

  She ran her foot up his chest.

  “Is that an invite?”

  “It certainly is.”

  He lifted her leg and leaned over and kissed her foot.

  “You even have pretty toes.”

  She’d painted them a dark pink hue the night before not knowing someone would be admiring them.

  “Um, I could stay all night soaking in here. Great choice with the bubble bath. I love the fragrance.”

  “Morning mist,” said Shaun. “I didn’t know that mist had an odor.”

  “Whatever it is, it’s erotic.”

  “Turning you on, is it?”

  “Maybe, or maybe it’s the handsome Santa who’s touching my leg.”

  “He can do more than that.”

  His toe going between her legs took her by surprise. He wiggled it through her pubic hair, its tip finding her clit in seconds. She pushed her body under the bubbles some more and spread her legs. The combination of Shaun caressing her legs and circling her clit with his toe was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

  She’d call him a keeper yet she didn’t want to, just in case this night, this holiday, was all there was ever going to be between them. She wouldn’t get her hopes up, even in this season of miracles, thinking that maybe they’d become an item. She worked for him, he was the boss and probably things would get awkward and embarrassing, that was if they weren’t already in that zone.

  Ellen gripped the sides of the tub, feeling her legs tingle and her pussy needing his cock inside her. He pushed his toe a few more times and that was all it took for her to come. She took a deep breath. She wanted him, and now.

  Without saying anything or giving him any warning, she slithered up his body, and lay across his chest so she could kiss him.

  His cock was hard and pushed into her belly. Could she get a condom on him under the water? Probably not. But she wanted him and soon.

  “Shower.”

  “What?” asked Shaun.

  “I want to do it again and in the shower. Unplug the bath and let’s fuck in the shower.”

  “I can see where you get your name, Noelle.”

  When the bath was half empty, Ellen turned on the shower while Shaun sheathed himself. He took her by surprise again when he pushed her up against the wall, her face feeling the coolness of the tiles and her ass cheeks being parted by Shaun’s now warm hands.

  The water beat upon her shoulder and she actually licked the wall as he pushed his cock inside her pussy. His chest brushed against her back and it felt so good as she arched her body and they seemed to melt into one. Shaun grunted as he slammed his cock into her, causing her to groan.

  Her fingers ran down the tiles, her nails making tiny etches in the hard material as she cried out when not one orgasm washed over her, but two in quick succession. Ellen pounded the wall this time, wanting more, but realized that would be greedy and selfish of her. She pushed back, knowing from the fast breaths coming from Shaun’s mouth that he too was ready to find release.

  He bit playfully on her earlobe, nibbling it as he let out a low groan. He held her tight and wrapped his arms around her as she turned off the water. They stayed welded together, breathing in unison like they’d been doing this, been lovers, for years.

  “It must be tomorrow by now,” said Ellen.

  “Merry Christmas Naughty Noelle.”

  “Merry Christmas Santa.”

  Chapter Five

  He’d had insomnia since he’d accepted the job as CEO of Billingham Corporation. But Christmas Eve he’d slept like a baby. Maybe it had something to do with the great sex he’d enjoyed with Ellen, but in a tiny corner of his brain, he knew it was because she was sleeping beside him. And before they’d fallen asleep they’d cuddled together under the blanket listening to non-stop Christmas tunes being broadcast on the local radio station.

  The sun peeking through the small gap in the drapes in her bedroom had finally woken him. He felt for the first time in ages while rested, content…happy.

  Ellen stirred and he hoped he hadn’t woken her when he rolled over to face her. She opened her eyes and smiled.

  “So I wasn’t dreaming.”

  “Did you want to be?”

  She shook her head. “Good morning.” She leaned over and kissed him.

  “Be careful because Santa’s probably got morning breath.”

  “Then it proves he’s human after all.”

  He stroked her face. “Did you always see the good in everything?”

  “I guess so.”

  He pulled her in close and they snuggled again.

  “I forgot to ask if you need any help with the Christmas dinner.”

  “If I’d known you’d show up on my doorstep I would have bought another Cornish hen.”

  “Do you think you should get that into the oven right now so it’s ready for lunch?”

  She jabbed him in the ribs.

  “Ouch.”

  “Joking aside, we can share it.”

  They burst into laughter.

  ****

  Ellen peeked out into the living room to see Shaun sitting on the couch drinking a beer. Well, at least she had a few of those on hand. He was watching an old black and white movie and would laugh now and then. He had a great sense of humor that she’d never seen him reveal at work. But then again, he was the boss and it wouldn’t do to go around laughing and cracking jokes.

  “Hey, you need any help lifting that hen out of the oven?” he called to her.

  She threw the dishcloth at him.

  “Nope, and it will be ready in ten minutes.”

  “You need me to carve it?”

  With that remark, she walked into the living room and sat on his lap.

  “Enough jokes about the tiny Cornish hen.”

  They rubbed noses and he kissed her. He tasted of beer and smelled so good, not of aftershave because he’d had to borrow her soap and deod
orant, but he made it smell all the more enticing.

  “Hey, let me up or our dinner will burn,” she said as he held her tight.

  She stood and he slapped her on the butt with the dishcloth.

  ****

  It wasn’t much to look at but at least she was sharing Christmas dinner with another human being.

  She’d even made homemade stuffing too. Ellen cut the hen down the center and placed half on Shaun’s plate. He helped himself to green beans, carrots, mashed potatoes and tucked in.

  “The hen’s cooked to perfection.” He raised his hands. “And I’m not kidding around this time.”

  “Glad you like it.”

  “I like everything you’ve made. Who would have thought that someone as naughty as you could be such a great cook.”

  “I surprise myself sometimes.”

  “Do you like working at Billingham’s?”

  Ellen nodded. “I think I like working with the people most of all. It’s a fun department.”

  “It sounds like you had a fun Christmas party too.”

  “Oh yeah. We can get very creative at times.”

  “And if someone in that department hadn’t left the light on, I wouldn’t have gone to turn it off and found your note to Santa.”

  Ellen didn’t want to think about. Not the note, but the fact that none of this would have happened to her.

  I guess you work late most nights. I mean I’ve never seen you leaving when I do?”

  “One of the drawbacks about being the boss. And one of the things I’m enjoying most about today and this meal. No rushed lunches, or eating at my desk. Just a leisurely indulgence with a wonderful dinner guest.”

  Ellen ran her finger around the rim of the glass. He was right. Her life was rushed too. Sometimes she ate an overly nuked something or other in her cubicle. But today they’d already spent close to an hour at the table chatting and relaxing. She almost laughed when she thought it had taken them that long to devour this small amount of food. In this short passage of time she’d learned so much about Shaun. Maybe she’d revealed a lot about herself too.

  “I’m full, I don’t know about you,” said Shaun leaning back on the chair and rubbing his belly.

  “Me too. Let’s go sit on the couch and enjoy a glass of wine, and then maybe we can think about the apple bread pudding I bought the other day.”

  ****

  They took their glasses of wine and made their way into the living room and sat on the couch. Shaun held her hand as she leaned her head on his shoulders.

  “What happens after today?” he asked.

  “I think it’s December 26th.”

  He gave her hand a squeeze.

  “No, I was thinking about if you want to see me again. I’d like to. I mean, if you feel like going on dates, maybe even getting into a relationship.”

  She turned to face him.

  “I’d like that, but do you think it’s going to be okay? With you being my boss and all?”

  “I haven’t told anyone else, but I’ve been thinking about leaving and starting my own business.” He took a deep breath. “I woke up this morning at peace. It was the best night’s sleep I’ve gotten in ages. And yes, you had a lot to do with it, but while I was watching that movie I realized that I don’t go home until gone seven p.m. some nights. The owner is pushing more work onto me and I don’t have a social life because of it.”

  Not that any of it has mattered up till now because he had no one to go home to. No one greeting him at the door with a kiss and a hug. Not that he and Ellen were at that stage yet. They might never be there, but he at least wanted to give it a try.

  “I hope you’re not thinking of leaving because of last night. I mean what we did.”

  Shaun pulled her in closer and kissed the top of her head.

  “Has nothing to do with that. Okay, that’s not true. Last night and you made me realize there’s more to life than work, high wages, and being a CEO. There’s having someone special to spend time with, and laughter too. I haven’t laughed so much in a long time.”

  “And at the expense of my Cornish hen.”

  He squeezed her shoulder.

  The New Year was looking bright and all thanks to Naughty Noelle.

  The End

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