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Leah
As if my life couldn’t get any more complicated, I miss the bus home and have to walk from my parents‘ place. It isn’t a fun walk this time of the year. There’s snow and irritating Christmas decorations everywhere. I almost mistake a life–sized Santa Claus for a real person and laugh when I realize it’s just a doll with a death stare.
“Almost fell for that one…” I mutter as I wrap my coat tighter around my body.
It’s cold outside but not cold enough to call ‘Caleb. He told me he had an important meeting with an investor so I don’t want to bother him. My future husband would definitely drop everything to save my ass like my own personal CEO in shining armor, but I can handle SOME thing on my own.
So yeah, I keep on walking through the snow until I reach the gates that lead up to our mansion. To my surprise, they are locked….? I wrinkle my forehead and blink multiple times before walking up to the intercom which surely wasn’t that earlier. When the heck did that get installed?
Puzzled, I press the intercom button.
“Hello, please state your name and business,” a voice that sounds like it belongs to an elderly, grumpy man demands, and I
frown in irritation.
I could be taking a hot bath right now. Instead, I’m talking to a guard who doesn’t know who I am–freaking perfect. Also, doesn’t his voice sound a bit weird? Like, is he actually putting on a fake accent right now?
“This is Leah Foster,” I say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “I’m Caleb Steele’s girlfriend, and I live here. Can you please open the gate and let me in?”
There’s a long pause, then: “I’m sorry Miss, but Mr. Steele hasn’t informed me of expecting any guests, especially not a girlfriend.”
“Uh, maybe he forgot?”
“Forgot?” the voice snorts as if I’ve told the best joke he has ever heard. “Please, if you’re really Caleb Steele’s partner, he would have told me. And since he didn’t, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
My mouth falls open in disbelief at his tone. I can’t believe Caleb hired such an unfriendly guard!
“Excuse me?” I ask in a high–pitched tone. “There’s no need to be so rude, and I’m not a guest; I live here with Caleb. We’re engaged, for Christ’s sake! Just buzz him, and he will confirm it.”
“Mr. Steele is in an important meeting and left strict instructions not to be disturbed.”
“Just fucking call him!”
“No.”
“Are you serious?! I AM Caleb Steele’s fiancée, and I have every right to enter MY home. Now open the damn gate before I call Caleb myself and have him fire you on the spot for this ridiculous behavior!”
There’s a lengthy pause before laughter erupts, and I gasp when realize it belongs to Caleb.
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“Oh my god!” I exclaim. “Please tell me there’s a guard with a funny accent and that you weren’t the one messing with me
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this whole time!”
Caleb’s rich laughter pours through the intercom, warming me despite the chill. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve had a boring day. and messing with you made it better.”
1 roll my eyes. Another woman might have gotten mad at him, at not me. I’m still in that “newly in love” state of mind and feel little flutters hearing Caleb laugh.
“You’re such a jerk,” I accuse him in a grumpy voice. “I really thought some new security guy was giving me a hard time!”
“Nah, just your loving fiancé who enjoys riling you up,” Caleb chuckles. The gate buzzes and slowly swings open. “Come on in, beautiful. I’ve missed you.”
The gate opens, and I walk through it with a big smile. I’m excited to see Caleb after a long, miserable day, but my mind isn’t ready for what I’m about to see.
The path to the front door is lined with tiny, twinkling lights, making the snow sparkle like diamonds in the fading daylight. It’s a magical sight, but it pales in comparison to the man waiting for me by the door.
“Hello, beautiful!” Caleb shouts at me and when I spot him, I have to do a double–take.
My soon–to–be husband is dressed up like Santa Claus, but not the fat and warm kind of guy we know. No. This is a sexy Santa Claus who belongs in naughty Christmas fantasies.
Caleb’s red Santa jacket is unbuttoned, making it impossible not to stare at the beginning of his eight–pack. Every muscle is beautifully carved, and I swear there’s drool running down my chin the second I see his happy trail, which leads down into his black boxer briefs.
It should be illegal to be this hot.
The worst part? I know Caleb looks just as good from the backside, perhaps even better since I know there’s a round ass there with the perfect Christmas jiggle.
“Ho ho ho,” Caleb rumbles in a deep, seductive voice. “Have you been a good girl this year, Leah?”
I gawk at him. “Caleb…just… What are you wearing?!”
He laughs and looks down at himself. “Well, what does it look like? I’m obviously Santa Claus!”
“Y–yeah, but…why?”
Caleb places his hands on his hips, and I try not to swoon when his smirk is aimed in my direction. “You said you wanted to try for another child, and that means lots of sex. Caleb winks. “And what better way to get in the holiday spirit and the baby- making mood than with some festive roleplay?”
I snort at him, my earlier frustration melting away at his playful sexy antics. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”
“Ridiculously hot, you mean,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Now, come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.”
I laugh and shake my head as I approach him, my heart swelling with affection for this amazing, goofy, sexy man. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”
“Believe it, baby,” Caleb smirks, pulling me into his arms as soon as I’m within reach. His half–naked body is deliciously warm against my chilled skin, especially when I’m so short that I’m already making out with his abs. “Santa’s here to grant
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all your naughty wishes.”
“Is that so?” I loop my arms around his waist, pressing my cold e against his sternum “And whe if I’ve been a bad gir this year?”
Caleb’s blue eyes darken with desire, his large hands sliding dog stry back. Then I guess Santa will have to staff your stocking with his big candy cane as punishment”
I burst out laughing at that, dropping my forehead. “Oh my god did you look up dirty Santa lines onlier
“No,” he sighs into my hair. “I’m just a very creative man
“One could believe you’re the author in the family”
Caleb chuckles, the sound rumbling through his broad chest beneath my cheek. “I think I’ll stick to being a CEO and leave the writing to my brilliant fiancée”
He tilts my chin up with a gentle finger, his ocean eyes twinkling with mirth and adoration “Though I’m happy to provide inspiration anytime you need it. Especially if it involves getting you naked and in compromising positions?
I smack his arm playfully, “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, baby,” Caleb dips his head, brushing a tender kiss across my lips that makes my toes curl in my boots. “Now, are you going to invite Santa in? I’d hate for my candy cane to get frostbite out here.
giggle against his mouth. “Well, we can’t have that. Santa’s candy cane is very important.”
“Very important,” I agree, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. “So why don’t you come inside and let me warm you up properly, Mr. Claus?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Caleb grins wolfishly, pulling me flush against him as he walks us backward into the house, kicking the door shut behind us.
The entryway is dark, but I barely have time to register the lack of light before Caleb is spinning me around and pinning me to the wall, his solid body caging me in deliciously.
“Now,” he purrs, his hands branding my hips through my coat. “Why don’t you tell Santa exactly how you plan to warm him up? He is very cold, and you’re very warm.”
I grin up at him, my fingers toying with the open edges of his Santa jacket. “Well, first, I think we need to get you out of these clothes. Can’t have Santa overheating, now can we?”
Caleb’s
eyes glint with mischief in the dim light. “I like the way you think, Miss Foster. Why don’t you unwrap your present?”
With a flirtatious giggle, I push the soft velvet jacket off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a muted thump. My hands immediately find the hard planes of his chest, my fingers tracing the defined ridges of muscle that never fail to make my mouth water.
“Mmm, Santa has been working out,” I purr appreciatively, my short nails lightly scraping his skin and making him shudder.
“Have to stay fit to deliver all those presents,” Caleb quips, his big hands squeezing my hips. “And to keep up with my insatiable fiancée.”
I stand on my tip–toes to reach his upper chest better and press a kiss to his pectoral muscle, flicking my tongue out to taste his nipple. Caleb says nothing, but when I’m brazen enough to bite down on it, he yelps in surprise.
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hapter 56
Leah
As if my life couldn’t get any more complicated, I miss the bus home and have to walk from my parents‘ place. It isn’t a fun walk this time of the year. There’s snow and irritating Christmas decorations everywhere. I almost mistake a life–sized Santa Claus for a real person and laugh when I realize it’s just a doll with a death stare.
“Almost fell for that one…” I mutter as I wrap my coat tighter around my body.
It’s cold outside but not cold enough to call ‘Caleb. He told me he had an important meeting with an investor so I don’t want to bother him. My future husband would definitely drop everything to save my ass like my own personal CEO in shining armor, but I can handle SOME thing on my own.
So yeah, I keep on walking through the snow until I reach the gates that lead up to our mansion. To my surprise, they are locked….? I wrinkle my forehead and blink multiple times before walking up to the intercom which surely wasn’t that earlier. When the heck did that get installed?
Puzzled, I press the intercom button.
“Hello, please state your name and business,” a voice that sounds like it belongs to an elderly, grumpy man demands, and I
frown in irritation.
I could be taking a hot bath right now. Instead, I’m talking to a guard who doesn’t know who I am–freaking perfect. Also, doesn’t his voice sound a bit weird? Like, is he actually putting on a fake accent right now?
“This is Leah Foster,” I say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “I’m Caleb Steele’s girlfriend, and I live here. Can you please open the gate and let me in?”
There’s a long pause, then: “I’m sorry Miss, but Mr. Steele hasn’t informed me of expecting any guests, especially not a girlfriend.”
“Uh, maybe he forgot?”
“Forgot?” the voice snorts as if I’ve told the best joke he has ever heard. “Please, if you’re really Caleb Steele’s partner, he would have told me. And since he didn’t, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
My mouth falls open in disbelief at his tone. I can’t believe Caleb hired such an unfriendly guard!
“Excuse me?” I ask in a high–pitched tone. “There’s no need to be so rude, and I’m not a guest; I live here with Caleb. We’re engaged, for Christ’s sake! Just buzz him, and he will confirm it.”
“Mr. Steele is in an important meeting and left strict instructions not to be disturbed.”
“Just fucking call him!”
“No.”
“Are you serious?! I AM Caleb Steele’s fiancée, and I have every right to enter MY home. Now open the damn gate before I call Caleb myself and have him fire you on the spot for this ridiculous behavior!”
There’s a lengthy pause before laughter erupts, and I gasp when realize it belongs to Caleb.
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“Oh my god!” I exclaim. “Please tell me there’s a guard with a funny accent and that you weren’t the one messing with me
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this whole time!”
Caleb’s rich laughter pours through the intercom, warming me despite the chill. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve had a boring day. and messing with you made it better.”
1 roll my eyes. Another woman might have gotten mad at him, at not me. I’m still in that “newly in love” state of mind and feel little flutters hearing Caleb laugh.
“You’re such a jerk,” I accuse him in a grumpy voice. “I really thought some new security guy was giving me a hard time!”
“Nah, just your loving fiancé who enjoys riling you up,” Caleb chuckles. The gate buzzes and slowly swings open. “Come on in, beautiful. I’ve missed you.”
The gate opens, and I walk through it with a big smile. I’m excited to see Caleb after a long, miserable day, but my mind isn’t ready for what I’m about to see.
The path to the front door is lined with tiny, twinkling lights, making the snow sparkle like diamonds in the fading daylight. It’s a magical sight, but it pales in comparison to the man waiting for me by the door.
“Hello, beautiful!” Caleb shouts at me and when I spot him, I have to do a double–take.
My soon–to–be husband is dressed up like Santa Claus, but not the fat and warm kind of guy we know. No. This is a sexy Santa Claus who belongs in naughty Christmas fantasies.
Caleb’s red Santa jacket is unbuttoned, making it impossible not to stare at the beginning of his eight–pack. Every muscle is beautifully carved, and I swear there’s drool running down my chin the second I see his happy trail, which leads down into his black boxer briefs.
It should be illegal to be this hot.
The worst part? I know Caleb looks just as good from the backside, perhaps even better since I know there’s a round ass there with the perfect Christmas jiggle.
“Ho ho ho,” Caleb rumbles in a deep, seductive voice. “Have you been a good girl this year, Leah?”
I gawk at him. “Caleb…just… What are you wearing?!”
He laughs and looks down at himself. “Well, what does it look like? I’m obviously Santa Claus!”
“Y–yeah, but…why?”
Caleb places his hands on his hips, and I try not to swoon when his smirk is aimed in my direction. “You said you wanted to try for another child, and that means lots of sex. Caleb winks. “And what better way to get in the holiday spirit and the baby- making mood than with some festive roleplay?”
I snort at him, my earlier frustration melting away at his playful sexy antics. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”
“Ridiculously hot, you mean,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Now, come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.”
I laugh and shake my head as I approach him, my heart swelling with affection for this amazing, goofy, sexy man. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”
“Believe it, baby,” Caleb smirks, pulling me into his arms as soon as I’m within reach. His half–naked body is deliciously warm against my chilled skin, especially when I’m so short that I’m already making out with his abs. “Santa’s here to grant
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all your naughty wishes.”
“Is that so?” I loop my arms around his waist, pressing my cold e against his sternum “And whe if I’ve been a bad gir this year?”
Caleb’s blue eyes darken with desire, his large hands sliding dog stry back. Then I guess Santa will have to staff your stocking with his big candy cane as punishment”
I burst out laughing at that, dropping my forehead. “Oh my god did you look up dirty Santa lines onlier
“No,” he sighs into my hair. “I’m just a very creative man
“One could believe you’re the author in the family”
Caleb chuckles, the sound rumbling through his broad chest beneath my cheek. “I think I’ll stick to being a CEO and leave the writing to my brilliant fiancée”
He tilts my chin up with a gentle finger, his ocean eyes twinkling with mirth and adoration “Though I’m happy to provide inspiration anytime you need it. Especially if it involves getting you naked and in compromising positions?
I smack his arm playfully, “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, baby,” Caleb dips his head, brushing a tender kiss across my lips that makes my toes curl in my boots. “Now, are you going to invite Santa in? I’d hate for my candy cane to get frostbite out here.
giggle against his mouth. “Well, we can’t have that. Santa’s candy cane is very important.”
“Very important,” I agree, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. “So why don’t you come inside and let me warm you up properly, Mr. Claus?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Caleb grins wolfishly, pulling me flush against him as he walks us backward into the house, kicking the door shut behind us.
The entryway is dark, but I barely have time to register the lack of light before Caleb is spinning me around and pinning me to the wall, his solid body caging me in deliciously.
“Now,” he purrs, his hands branding my hips through my coat. “Why don’t you tell Santa exactly how you plan to warm him up? He is very cold, and you’re very warm.”
I grin up at him, my fingers toying with the open edges of his Santa jacket. “Well, first, I think we need to get you out of these clothes. Can’t have Santa overheating, now can we?”
Caleb’s
eyes glint with mischief in the dim light. “I like the way you think, Miss Foster. Why don’t you unwrap your present?”
With a flirtatious giggle, I push the soft velvet jacket off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a muted thump. My hands immediately find the hard planes of his chest, my fingers tracing the defined ridges of muscle that never fail to make my mouth water.
“Mmm, Santa has been working out,” I purr appreciatively, my short nails lightly scraping his skin and making him shudder.
“Have to stay fit to deliver all those presents,” Caleb quips, his big hands squeezing my hips. “And to keep up with my insatiable fiancée.”
I stand on my tip–toes to reach his upper chest better and press a kiss to his pectoral muscle, flicking my tongue out to taste his nipple. Caleb says nothing, but when I’m brazen enough to bite down on it, he yelps in surprise.
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“What did you
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do that for?” he asks in a grunny voice that cause me to grin up at him.
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re so sexy that I couldn’t resist a little nibble,” I smirk up at him impishly. “Besides, I thought Santa liked it when girls were naughty.”
Caleb growls, a sound of pure male satisfaction, and suddenly, my feet leave the floor as he hoists me up on his shoulder.
“Santa loves naughty girls,” he rumbles, “so much that he will kidnap the worst of them all.”
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do that for?” he asks in a grunny voice that cause me to grin up at him.
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re so sexy that I couldn’t resist a little nibble,” I smirk up at him impishly. “Besides, I thought Santa liked it when girls were naughty.”
Caleb growls, a sound of pure male satisfaction, and suddenly, my feet leave the floor as he hoists me up on his shoulder.
“Santa loves naughty girls,” he rumbles, “so much that he will kidnap the worst of them all.”
