Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

Jack is full of crap. He’s not taking me in to get a closer look at anything except the couch or the desk in his office. Not that I’m going to complain. I send Sophie a message to start digging into the name Emily texted me.

When we walk inside, I don’t miss the man lingering at the bar near the entrance. From where he’s sitting, he can see everyone coming and going. He's really keeping an eye out. I’m not sure if I should give Carol a heads-up or not, and I don’t have time to think about it as Jack quickly ushers me into his office.

“Strip,” he orders the second the door is closed behind us. I do as I’m told, knowing the pleasure that awaits.

There’s only one thing better than Christmas morning, and that's the orgasms Jack gives me. Those are like waking up to presents every single day.





BONUS EPILOGUE





JACK





Several years later on Christmas Eve …





“Is this enough cookies?” our oldest daughter asks. She’s concerned that Santa isn’t going to have enough. “What about the carrots? Should we put more out?”

“I think four bags should do the trick.” She pretends to think this over, but I know she’s stalling. She’s just like her mother in her thoughts and I have a sneaking suspicion she’s laid some kind of trap to catch the big guy while he’s got his bag of goodies.

“Fine, but you’ll be the one held accountable if I don’t get any presents.” Her eyes narrow, and it’s like looking at a baby Tinsel, only with my hair and nose.

“I assumed it would somehow be my fault,” I tease as I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to bed.

The two younger ones crashed after eating about a dozen cookies each and are fast asleep. Once I tuck her in and give her a kiss goodnight, she calls after me one last time.

“Daddy, I almost forgot.” She reaches under her pillow and grabs a piece of paper. “I wrote you a ticket.”

When I open the folded paper, a smile tugs at my lips. It says that I’m guilty of not holding her hand long enough and fines me seven games of Go Fish. “That’s a steep penalty, but you know what Mom always says.”

“You do the crime, you do the time,” Tinsel says from behind me as she comes in to kiss our daughter goodnight. She’s wearing a fluffy bathrobe and has just washed her face. It’s the time of day I think she looks most beautiful. “You’ve gotta keep your eyes on him.”

“Good thing there’s two of us,” our daughter whispers to Tinsel.

Maybe other men would get tired of this, but I couldn’t love it more. The two of them are co-conspirators but in the best way. After they finish sharing their secrets, Tinsel and I make our way down the hall to our bedroom.

“Want to take bets on how long it is before she sneaks out?” I say as I sit on the end of the bed and take off my shoes.

“I’m pretty sure she’s going to stay in her room all night.”

I don’t look up as I laugh. “How are you so sure?”

“We made a deal.”

“Oh yeah, what kind of—” My words are cut off when I see Tinsel standing before me in what looks like a red silk ribbon. It’s tied all over her body with a bow right over her pussy. The sight of her like this makes me so fucking hard I have to spread my knees to make room for my swelling cock. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” She winks at me as she walks closer. “The deal was if she stays in bed, she can eat four donuts for breakfast.” I lick my lips as she comes to stand in front of me. “I offered two, but she drives a hard bargain.”

“Is this my Christmas present?” I ask, running my fingers down the red ribbon.

“I thought you might want it early.”

“You thought right.” I slide off the end of the bed and go to my knees. Then I kiss the soft skin above the bow before I slowly untie it.

The ribbon curls around her body and eventually falls to the floor, leaving her bare and wet. She’s greedy for attention as she rocks her hips forward, and I won’t deny my wife what she needs.

My mouth covers her dewy lips as I slide my tongue between them to flick over her clit. She moans, her fingers gripping my hair, and I hold her still. I’m so lost to the taste of her that I don’t realize I’ve somehow pulled her down to the ground with me. I’ve got my hands on the inside of her legs to push them wide apart so that I can feast on every centimeter of her pussy. She’s clawing at my shoulder when I fuck her with my tongue, and then I can’t stand it anymore.

“Turn over,” I growl, but then grab her by the hips and do it for her. “Knees apart,” I order, and she does what she’s told. “Head down, ass up.”

She turns to look back at me, and I know the gleam in her eyes. She opens her mouth, and I snap my hand across her ass cheek so that it stings and warms her skin. She moans and pushes her ass back before lowering her head to the floor.

My cock is already dripping cum as I pull it out and swipe it though her pussy lips. Then in one hard thrust, I sink home, and we groan together when she’s stretched full. Need takes over, and I pump and pump as she holds still and lets me have her. Her pussy clenches, and I know what that means.