My day couldn’t have gotten any worse.
First, my date abandoned me at the office holiday party. Then, while I stood outside, waiting for a ride, a passing car barreled through a massive pothole and drenched me in freezing, dirty water.
That should have been my sign to just go home. But I accepted an offer from St. Nick to buy me a drink.
Only… Santa Claus didn’t look like the stereotypical caricature. This version was big and muscular, rugged, and tattooed.
We ended up talking, drinking more, and connecting on a level that felt surprisingly intimate. Before I knew it, he offered me a ride in his beat-up truck.
I was smarter than this. But against my better judgment, my mind screamed, Hell yes!
Santa’s teasing confidence stirred something hot inside me, and I found myself irrevocably drawn to him.
Things were about to get hot and kinky, and by the end of it all, I was getting a big, fat gift. And my stocking stuffed.
