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  Her skirt had risen a little, I had a clear view of the fact that she was wearing stockings, and I could just make out the clip of the garter belt.

  She rolled the cigar between her fingers, occasionally tapping it against her lips before sliding her tongue out and trailing the tip of her tongue along the phallic shape.

  A groan escaped my lips as my cock grew harder, I had no clue that was even possible. My eyes devoured her body, taking an intense interest in the deep red flush tinting her cheeks, down her neck, all the way to the top of her breast.

  "Eyes up here," she tutted.

  I complied, deciding to play the game her way for a bit since her light banter at this moment was insanely adorable. Also, the prize was going to be worth it, I knew it.

  Her attention returned to the cigar as she now wrapped the succulent fingers of one hand around its girth.

  "I just don't see the attraction," she said her eyes returning to me and demanding a response.

  Loving the way this conversation was headed and hoped that it was going to lead to more than just talk. I played along as I crossed the room to stand next to my desk.

  "How do you mean?" I asked, struggling to choke the words out, given that lust now raged full steam in my groin.

  She looked at me and made a show of gripping the cigar. "I mean the size of this thing. I hear stories of them being used in a sexual context, but this thing is way too small."

  She made a show of glancing at the cigar and then at my arousal several times before returning to the cigar. "Do women really insert this in lieu of a cock?"

  I choked on a cough before saying, "No clue. I’m not a woman."

  Vixen dropped the cigar on the desk and spun the chair to me, she was now eye-level or rather mouth level to my hardening cock. She licked her lips once more and then grabbed my bulge with her hand.

  My knees went weak when she looked up at me, her eyes darkening with desire, her lips plump with arousal. "Why mess with something so small when this is right before me?" Her voice was smoldering and her eyes bore into me.

  She held my length with a tight grip, and I wanted to come so desperately. I was like some horny teenage boy with his girl giving him an Old-Fashioned in a darkened movie theater. She smiled up at me, clearly enjoying the control she now wielded over me. To say this woman was hot was the understatement of the year. It was clear to me that Vixen understood that sex wasn’t just fucking, it was the mind fuck, the foreplay, the banter.

  My knees began to tremble in anticipation as she unbuckled my belt, her eyes never leaving mine. Popping the clasp, she dragged the zipper of my pants down before hurriedly pushing my pants to my knees. I struggled to focus, to not come too fast, to remember this moment forever. I vowed that if I survived this, the second she wrapped those amazing lips around me and swallowed my length, I would dedicate myself to her every desire.

  Her evil smile was back as she took hold of the waistband of my boxers. Pulling the elastic away from my abs, my cock sprang to life. She reached for my dick, gripping my length with both hands as she thumbed the sensitive spot underneath the tip.

  The head of my cock changed colors as the blood rose and forced it to grow in size as my precum coated the tip. Vixen smiled up at me, taking her time, as I became even more desperate. I would see that she paid for this slow torture later when it was my turn.

  Placing a hand on the wall beside me, I waited as she lowered her mouth to my cock. This was it. I steeled myself for that feeling of warm moistness.

  Grabbing my waist with one hand, she pulled me forward, forcing me even deeper into her mouth. Her lips tightened their grip around the head of my dick and she sucked hard before releasing her grip with a pop, she adjusted her hold then took me inside again. I groaned aloud and swore that at any moment I was going to black out. I struggled to think of work, my Sunday school teacher when she had a wedgie, anything that would delay my orgasm. Ahhh, Mrs. Kerneck, my Sunday school teacher did the trick. I regained control of myself.

  I opened my eyes and looked down at Vixen to find her watching me. She gave me a wink and dragged her tongue along my length as she pulled away.

  "You're really worked up but, I need you inside me. We can slow fuck another time," she announced.

  I liked the sound of that since I could only imagine life from now on with her in it. I took her hands and helped her stand before me, taking a moment to kick the chair away.

  I pulled her against me and kissed her hard. Our hands roamed and explored each other as our kisses became even more frantic. Our tongues dueled, and we each began stripping the other's clothes off. Desperate to be skin-to-skin, we paused kissing only long enough to remove our remaining garments of clothes. Her red top and bra, my jacket, tie, and shirt--they all were tossed to my floor in a giant heap.

  I toed off my shoes and then kicked off my pants and boxers.

  "Oh my god, you're gorgeous," Vixen panted. She wrapped her arms around me, her hands wandering up my broad back, her nails no doubt leaving their evidence on my skin.

  "That's my line," I said as I started my own exploration of her body. My mouth found her neck, and I nibbled at the soft flesh leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake as I made my way to her waiting breasts. I squeezed them softly as I stroked each peak with my thumbs. Kissing my way over a pink mound, I replaced my thumbs with a flick of my tongue. A hitch in her breathing was my reward, and she gasped aloud as I tugged at her nipple with my teeth. She was sheer perfection the way her body responded to my touch.

  Her hands flew to the back of my head, pinning me in position, encouraging me with my assault. I nipped, sucked, and licked the perfect mounds.

  I moved her body so that her amazing ass was now pressed against the edge of my desk and I returned my focus to her breast while my fingers went to work on her pussy. As I worked between her delicate folds feeling her wetness pool there. I slipped one finger inside her.

  She squealed loudly, as I worked my finger in and out. I pushed up, deeper, stopping to stroke her, searching for her elusive spot–not caring at that moment that there was probably a line of people outside my office enjoying the sound-show.

  "Holy shit Vixen, you're so wet," I remarked.

  "That has to be the understatement of the year," Vixen moaned as she loosened her grip on my head.

  Her panting became shallow and rapid, and her legs began to shake.

  Suddenly, she released me and began to claw her way on top of my desk. I withdrew my fingers from her and gave her a lift. I began to bend over, ready to taste where my fingers had just been.

  “No. You can do that later. I need you inside me now."

  I looked to her to find her set back on her elbows, eyes round, and her glorious skin aglow with passion. Her chest rose and fell in a frantic beat to match her beating heart. She was on the verge of going over, and it was my turn to enjoy. But no way was I going to ruin this moment.

  I stood and pulled her toward me, her legs parting around my waist and my length lying against her abdomen. I gave her the most devilish smile I could as I hooked my arms under her knees and then lifted them up over my shoulders.

  She did well with a smile of her own as her eyes tracked my palms skimming the smooth surface of her shins. Reaching her ankles, I began to toy with the spikes of her shoes.

  “Shit. I don’t have a condom."

  “It’s fine, I want to feel you.” I groaned at Vixen’s words. “I haven’t been with anyone in years and I’m on the pill, I swear.”

  “Are you sure?” She nodded. I absolutely trusted her. Plus, I knew that I would never do anything to put Vixen in harm’s way.

  "Yes, with my whole heart." She pushed up on her hands, and we both craned our necks to view my first thrust.

  I began to push, her walls smooth and on fire. Her need had to be as fierce as mine which made it easier for me to take her in one long thrust.

  Buried inside her, I glanced up to find her watching me under hooded lids, eyes which port
rayed contentment, eyes which shown only trust.

  I had never felt so drawn to a woman before, this feeling of need, of immediate, instant love at first sight. But, if what I was feeling wasn't love, then love didn't exist. Here we were in my office having only met a few hours ago and I was using the love word. Crazy, I know.

  I began to move with a relaxed rhythm as Vixen adjusted to my size. Withdrawing until the just my tip remained and then driving forward, burying my cock deep inside her. Each thrust slid her a little bit across the desk. When I pulled back, I pulled her with me.

  My pace increased, and Vixen responded in kind. Grasping my sides, she matched my rhythm, pulling me deeper. Her breathing became more frantic, and her eyes went wide as she leaned up for me to kiss her.

  She swept her arms side to side scattering reports, pens, pencils, and anything else in the way to the floor.

  Our mouths locked, they began their own frantic rhythm. The sounds and smells of sex filled the room, as my release built in my core. There was no turning back this time as every muscle in me clenched, I needed her to come with me.

  She pulled my head to hers and whispered. "Come inside me. I need you."

  Our mouths locked again, and I planted myself hard inside her as I came deep in this woman that I knew deep down was going to be my world.

  She followed, seconds after my release, her body tightened, her nails dug into my back, before Vixen finally relaxed. The beating of my heart thundered in my ears, as the last of her spasms gripped my cock.

  We laid together for a long time. I held myself up on an elbow and traced a finger along her breastbone as I planted gentle kisses on her nose and forehead. A satiated Vixen smiled back at me, her fingertips gliding along the scarred skin of my back. Scarred from her nails.

  We relaxed again into each other, listening to the other's contented breaths.

  Four

  Vixen

  Cee’s office was a disaster. "Looks like two reindeers did the nasty in here, huh?"

  "What?"

  "Nothing."

  "Don’t you say anything. I heard you. I’m just still trying to process that you said it." Cee shook his head as if clearing away the cobwebs.

  I popped one hand on my hip and flipped my hair. "Really? You’re shocked that came out of my mouth? Well, then you better be prepared to stay shocked.”

  Cee stopped straightening his desk and moved over to me. "Well, yes. If we’re being honest, I don’t want anything coming out of your mouth, I can only think of what I want to put in your mouth."

  "Been there, done that"—using my index finger and thumb, I wiped the corners of my mouth—"you’re probably sporting my lipstick to prove it."

  "Don’t go there, we’ve got work to do." Cee turned me around and swatted my ass. "Why don’t you lay your stuff out. Do you want water or coffee to go with the cinnamon rolls?"

  "Oh crap, we never ate our cinnamon buns. I’ll take a water if you don’t mind." I reached in my bag and pulled out the files on everything that I had compiled about Noel’s. I glanced up just in time to admire Cee bent over and reaching into a small refrigerator. He hadn’t put his jacket or tie back on instead electing to finish our day with his sleeves comfortably rolled up. The man was undeniably sexy. I didn’t mean handsome. A lot of men were handsome, Cee was sexy in a way that was only attained by being the total package. Brains, Body, and being self confident enough that you could occasionally allow the woman to take charge. Because let’s be honest, women weren’t weak and no one found mousy attractive. Cee Kringle was the perfect package for me. I had never met a man who could handle a strong woman and I considered myself a strong woman. Okay, some called me a bitch but tomato to-mah-toe, why get picky. Now, I just needed to convince him that I was right for him.

  Cee placed the bottles on the table and gave me a peck on my cheek before taking a seat across from me. It was time to get serious. He grabbed a notepad and thoughtfully watched me. He sat quietly, except for the light tapping of the end of his pen on the paper. His eyes bore into mine, and his ever so sexy smirk returned.

  "Why?" Cee asked.

  I cocked my head to the side. "Why what?"

  He stood and dragged his chair around the table next to mine before retaking a seat. He took my hands in his and rubbed the pad of his thumbs along my knuckles.

  "I need to know why you are so driven to save Noel's."

  I wanted to share so much with this man, but I wasn’t ready to share that. Not that I was ashamed of it or that I thought he didn't have a right to know. He did. Noel's was his company after all. It was just that my reason was baggage. Childhood baggage that might seem silly to some but to me it was everything.

  "I'm not sure," I dragged out each word.

  "V-i-x-e-n." Cee mimicked my slow pace. "Whether Noel's still exists in a month or not, I want us to still be together. I need to know that you trust me."

  I stared at him. Would he think I was stupid or silly, childhood fantasies, maybe? “My mother used to bring me to Noel's every year at Christmas. I looked forward to visiting the store as much as I did waiting for Santa. We didn’t have a lot of money so my mom saved all year to be able to bring me here and let me explore to my heart’s content. I always started in the reindeer barn, god how I loved feeding them. We met one time, you and me. You probably don’t remember me since you meet thousands of people every year. But when I was eight, you came over and grabbed hold of my hand, and you lead me into Rudolph’s stall. You said, "He’s my favorite."

  Cee said the words in unison with me. "I remember this, I remember you. Customers weren’t allowed in the stalls, my dad thought it ruined the magic. But I always thought that was where the magic began."

  "You said the same thing back then as well. You asked my mom if you could show me around." I grabbed a pack of photos from my bag that I had saved and protected all these years, I stared down at the slightly yellowed with age envelope before handing them over to him. "My mom told me to watch my money."

  "I didn’t let you pay for anything," Cee’s voice was soft.

  "You told my mom that I wouldn’t need any money. That day was the best day of my life. You let me brush Rudolph, then we went and made ornaments, I still have mine by the way."

  "I still have mine too," Cee assured me.

  "We strung popcorn and made cookies. But something else happened, all of that money that we saved, my mom bought me an extra gift, a nice one.” I fell silent and let my tears flow. Cee wrapped me in a warm embrace for what seemed an eternity while he patiently waited for me to finish.

  "For years it had been just mom and me against the world. What I didn’t know was that mom had been trying to find a way to tell me that she had pancreatic cancer."

  "I’m so sorry."

  "Yeah, me too. Mom knew that she didn’t have much longer, she had already made all of the arrangements. She even arranged for me to go live with one of her friends since she didn’t have any family."

  Cee looked stunned. "What about your dad?"

  "He was killed in a car wreck when I was three, we never heard from his family again."

  "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Go on."

  "My mom bought me this locket." I lifted my necklace and opened the heart.

  "That’s you and me on the right. Is that you and your mom on the left?" Cee asked.

  "Yep."

  "Did you put that picture of us there?"

  "Nope," I said, popping my p. "My mom did. She took it while we were making cookies. She was able to buy this locket because she had extra money thanks to you." Cee retrieved some tissues from his desk and handed them to me. I dabbed at my errant mascara, then looked up at this amazing man, he was now kneeling on one knee in front of me.

  "This is why Noel's is so important to me, Cee. Noel's gave me you, and it gave me this"—I pointed to my locket—"the place where I hold my mom nearest to my heart."

  Cee remained silent for a time, and we just gazed into each other's eyes. No
words were needed. We each believed the same thing. "We have to save Noel’s. It’s where my best memories are."

  "We will save it. As far as memories, it is where your best memories began. That was just the beginning,” Cee’s voice was soft yet firm.

  Five

  Cee

  I had been ten when this dark haired pixie made her mark on my heart. Now I know why I had never fallen in love, I’d been waiting for her. Sure, it took a whirlwind of emotions during the span of one morning to get me to that realization but I was there.

  Vixen ran to the restroom to freshen up her makeup and I began making calls. We were going to need a lot of help if we were going to save Noel’s. And help cost money, something the store was a bit tight on at the moment. Luckily, I had been saving for a rainy day and had built a little nest-egg in the stock market. My broker wasn’t going to be happy at me withdrawing the money from some stocks that I had recently liquidated instead of reinvesting. Wait a minute I was reinvesting, I was putting the money in my future, future business and my future wife’s happiness.

  Once the money was pending in my bank account, I began making a To-Do list of things I knew needed taking care of in the store. Those little things that a failing business either didn't have the money to fix or didn't care to fix: burned out lights, leaking faucets in the bathrooms, broken product shelving. That bullshit had to go, and this store needed to be spotless.

  A shadow fell over me and pulled me away from my sheet of paper. I raised my head to find Vixen watching me.

  I began to stand, but Vixen motioned for me to sit back down. She came to my side and wiggled her butt, I rotated in the chair so she could sit in my lap.

  "I like the way you think," I said as I ran one hand over hips and pulled her back against my growing erection.

  "Simmer down stud. We've got work to do." Vixen gave me a little wink as she once again wiggled her cute ass.