Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
November - Give her the clarity she deserves.
December - Lay her down and tear her lingerie off with my teeth.
Now, I won’t lie, I’m particularly fond of June and September. The idea of laying back and watching her take control has excited me to no end. Just the thought of Mila on top of me and riding my cock as she pleases is getting me hard. Fuck, she’s going to be so damn beautiful riding me. The way her body will roll. How she’ll grind and groan. I can’t fucking wait. But claiming her ass? Fuck. She has no idea how many times I’ve thought about claiming her sweet ass over the years.
As for the list in general. I don’t think we can tick them off in order. I’m going to have to be strategic about the way I start ticking shit off, but that’s okay. Something tells me that Mila won’t mind what order they come in, as long as she gets everything she wants. And fuck, I’m not about to let her down.
She’s been waiting a long fucking time for tonight, and I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure she gets every last thing she has asked for. No matter how long it takes.
Leaving her there on that rooftop last year was a fucking punch to the stomach, and the thought of having to do it again just doesn’t sit right with me, but what am I supposed to do? Kidnap her and bring her back here? After all, that’s exactly what she wished for, right? She wants to be with me forever, and it’s not as though I can do what I need to do in New York. I need to be here at the North Pole, and if she intends to be with me, then she’s going to have to be here with me too.
Fuck. Am I seriously considering this? She’ll be pissed. It’s one thing to give her what she wants, but I know damn well she didn’t understand what she was asking for. It works for me though, and it’s not like she’s exactly loving her life in New York right now. I could offer her a whole world she’s never imagined. Sure, she might be pissed for a little while, but she’ll get over it eventually.
Shit. It’s barely an hour before I’m due to take off for the night to be the perfect Santa Claus for billions of children, and I’m thinking about kidnapping a woman out of her home. The fuck is wrong with me?
A soft knock sounds at my office door, and I barely have a moment to grab the checklist of Mila’s wishes and shove it deep into my pocket before my father strides through the door with a stack of papers in his hand, not bothering to wait for an invitation.
“I think it’s about time you and I had a conversation,” he says in that gruff tone that suggests I’m about to have my ass handed to me.
My boot falls from the desk, and I sit up, my gaze flashing toward the clock on the edge of my desk. “Uhhhh, can it wait until the morning? Now really isn’t the best time. I need to start checking on the reindeer.”
“No, Nicholas,” he says, dropping the papers down in front of me, only for me to realize these are copies of Mila’s letters. “We’re going to talk now.”
Fuck.
He reaches for one of the letters. “To the Midnight Pussy Penetrator with exceptional tongue game,” he starts to read out before pinching a few more. “To the Dick Me Down Demon. The Pussy Perpetrator. The Beastly Bitch Banger.”
I cringe, but I can’t help the laughter that creeps into my tone. The Beastly Bitch Banger was definitely a favorite of mine. “You saw all of them, huh?”
“No, son. I didn’t see them. Frederick did,” he snaps. “He almost had a heart attack when he discovered these this morning. I’ve had to go send him to lie down. You know our helpers are innocent of heart. They can’t be seeing filthy letters from your girlfriend in New York. The magic of Christmas comes from the innocence of belief, and these letters put that innocence into question and our whole enterprise at risk.”
Hmmm. Girlfriend.
Tell me why I like that so much.
“Shit, Dad. I’m sorry,” I say, getting to my feet and grabbing my red coat before pulling it on. “I know these letters have definitely been pushing the boundaries of what we do here. I thought I was catching them all before anyone else saw them. Seems I forgot about the backup drive. I’ll apologize to Frederick, but I don’t really know what more you want from me. Mila is a grown-ass woman. I can’t control her Christmas wishes any more than you can. You know just as well as I do that her wishes are her desires, and the only thing I can do about that is to grant those wishes.”