“The movie starts in five,” Santa said, appearing with a tray of fresh drinks and some red and green popcorn.
“Thank you, Santa,” Nora said, taking the offered treats.
“Ho, ho, ho!” he sang heartily.
She giggled, and everything I’d done was completely worth it.
As we waited for the movie to begin, my final surprise began floating down from above, filling the air with what looked like white confetti against a black backdrop.
Nora’s eyes were on me, but I knew the second she noticed.
The champagne flute lowered from her lips, her eyes puzzling on my head. “What is that?” she mused, coming closer, reaching up to touch my dark hair.
“Ah!” She gasped, pulling her hand back as if she’d been burned. Her whole body whirled around, chin upturned and face toward the sky.
Big white flakes showered down upon us, melting as they hit the hot water.
“Carter!” Nora practically yelled. “It’s snowing!”
Reaching out, I took her glass because she was seconds from dropping the entire thing into the hot tub. “Really?” I said.
As she reached up to the sky, palm up, a few cold flakes fell against her skin, melting instantly. Wide bright-blue eyes turned to me, pure, simple joy radiating in her gaze.
My heart literally skipped, and then an ache actually pressed against my chest. I loved her so much it hurt. She was everything I thought I would never have and everything I’d always wanted.
“You made it snow,” she whispered.
“Maybe that blizzard up east is just making its way here,” I refuted.
“Carter Anders, you made it snow.”
I only smiled.
Water swirled around us as she sat in my lap, and her hands tugged until I sat forward enough for her legs to wind around my waist. Her warm palms cupped my jaws, and then we were kissing again in the center of a bubbling hot tub with snow showering from above.
The snowflakes were small pricks of cold against my bare skin, dissolving into warmth. The combination of the hot and cold was an arousing sensation, but not as arousing as the tongue stroking mine.
Suddenly, the quiet classic Christmas music was interrupted by something louder.
Gasping, Nora pulled back. “It’s starting!”
I groaned, trying to pull her back.
“Movie,” she demanded, turning my cheek toward the screen and settling farther into my lap.
We watched the cartoon about a giant green… grinch and his little dog. The eggnog made my limbs feel loose, and the way her barely covered ass moved in my lap every time she laughed was a real challenge to my patience.
When the movie went off, the beach seemed to go darker, the night growing quieter.
Turning in my lap, Nora smiled. “Well, isn’t that the best Christmas movie ever?”
“The best,” I echoed.
As if I’d disagree.
“Don’t agree just because I said so!”
Busted.
“It’s a cute movie, good girl. I see why you love it so much.”
She squinted as her head tilted. “You know, you’re kind of like the Grinch.”
I blinked. “Me?”
A sound of affirmation floated between us. “Yes. Grumpy and locked away in your office for so many years. Never celebrating Christmas or letting yourself have any joy.”
“And then you came along,” I mused, tucking some loose hair behind her ear.
“Now you’re creating Christmas fantasies on the beach.”
“I guess I am like the Grinch… My heart grew three sizes. All because of you.”
“You have snow in your hair,” she whispered, stroking it away.
“So do you.”
“Ho, ho, ho, how was the feature film this evening?” Santa burst into our moment.
My entire body stiffened, ready to give the dude hell for interrupting. Beneath the water, Nora gave my leg a squeeze.
“It was amazing. Thank you, Santa!”
“Can I gift you anything else?”
“No,” I said, trying to be polite. “Your job is done here, Santa. Thanks for everything.”
He nodded and waved. “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Nora waved, calling out a thank-you.
When he was gone, I pulled her close. “We’re all alone now.”
“Whatever will we do with ourselves?” she purred.
All the lust and desire I’d been pushing down since she stepped into view wearing that damn red bikini exploded, hotter than any hot tub could ever be.
She shrieked with my sudden, powerful movements, lifting her like a rag doll, depositing her onto one of the bench seats, and pushing her thighs apart with my palms.
Beneath the water, I adjusted one of the jets so it was aimed at the apex between her thighs.
“Ahhh…” Her voice shook, and her body quivered when I adjusted it a second time, making the pulsing, firm spray hit my mark.
Her shaking legs started to drift closed, and I made a tsking sound, shoving them wide again.
“Carter.” She all but slurred my name, her body shaking anew.
“Be my good girl and sit still. Sit where I put you.”
Her head bobbed, but that wasn’t enough for me. Lust nearly burned me from the inside out, making me hungry for more.
Grasping her chin, I forced her eyes to mine. “Are you going to be my good girl?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
The act of tugging at the red string tied behind her neck was like unwrapping a gift. The strings came loose, and the triangles of fabric covering her breasts fell away, being towed in various directions by the currents.
She reached for it, but her hand fell back into the water, her body already limp from the constant pressure of the jet against her clit.
Lunging forward, I latched onto her neck, sucking and licking until she moaned. I knew I shouldn’t mar her perfect skin—my future in-laws would be here soon—but I couldn’t stop myself.
My lips left marks of ownership everywhere they traveled, all the way down to where my teeth scraped over her collarbone.
Her body basically bucked against the jet. I felt her hips tilt away just slightly as I kissed across her chest.
One hand went to her hip, the other covering her breast. “What did I say?” I intoned, moving her hips back into place and kneading the supple skin of her perky breast.
All she did was moan and arch into my touch.
I worked her upper body, plucking, pinching, and massaging her breasts while the jet teased and assaulted her lower half. Her feet wound around my legs, trying to pull me in, but I evaded, keeping up the attack.
“C-c-carter,” she whined, her voice shaky and faint. “Please.”
“Please what?” I asked, scraping my teeth over her delicate earlobe.
“I need…” She sobbed, voice falling away.
Every nerve in my body was humming. My cock, which hadn’t even been touched yet, was so hard it was almost painful.
I wanted so badly to bury myself deep within her warm, tight walls that I, too, felt the desperation I saw in her face.
But not yet.
Just a little bit longer…
Under the water, my fingers made short work of the strings keeping the red bottoms on her body. Once set free, the fabric floated to the surface and was pushed out of sight by the waves.