Melting the Snow | 18+

|| S I X ✶ The Santa Hat ||

She'd told him herself. She wasn't trying to build a life with him, even though it was partially a lie. Of course, if he wanted that too, she'd jump on the occasion in a split second. But this wasn't the deal. The deal was one night of sex and then back to their respective lives.

The best thing she could do was to take this and make the best of it. She would fill her mind with memories of him she would then cherish for the rest of her life.

They only had a few hours, and she wouldn't ruin it by being overly sentimental.

When she came back to the room, all freshened up, Caleb was sitting on the couch, wearing a Santa hat. Vixen was peacefully sleeping on her mat, with her chewing bone by her side. Seeing an opportunity she couldn't miss, Octavia went to Caleb, his eyes following her with intensity, and sat on his lap.

"Hi, Santa," she greeted him innocently. Amused by her take on the situation, he rested one hand high on her thigh and another one on her behind.

"Hello, little Vee. Do I need to ask you if you've been naughty or nice, even though I know exactly how naughty you've been?"

"Oh, I've been the naughtiest, Santa."

"So, tell me, my naughty Octavia, what do you want for Christmas?" he asked, his lips tracing a fiery path on her exposed throat. She'd just had the best sex of her life, but this was enough to make her flustered and confused again.

"I want... I have been wanting to realize a fantasy. One I've had for years now."

"Really? And what happens in this fantasy of yours?"

"Well, it involves you, without this hat, and—"

"The hat's part of the package, baby. I'm afraid it's non-negotiable."

"Alright, then. You, that ridiculous hat, me, and a shelving unit in the store."

"What part are the shelves playing in this scenario?"

"The part where you pin me against them and take me passionately," she admitted, smiling when he grumbled something inaudible. He was the one who wanted her to talk dirty; he couldn't blame her for it.

"I can help you with your fantasy, but only because I'm such a selfless man."

He swallowed her giggle with a languorous kiss and easily maneuvered her so she was straddling him. With baffling ease, he rose from the couch, holding her against him. He then carried her to the door, which made Octavia giggle with amusement.

When Vixen came from her mat, ready to follow them, he stopped her. "No, stay here. Your innocent eyes aren't ready for this."

Octavia was still laughing when they left the room.

Instead of going toward the store as she'd expected, Caleb carried her to his office, where he sat her down on his desk. "What's happening?" she asked as he typed something on his keyboard.

"Turning the CCTV off."

"Oh, smart."

While he did it, she watched him from her venture point, perched on his desk. He looked absurd in his Santa hat, but his profile was still a gorgeous sight, so Octavia didn't hold back on detailing him.

She had so many steamy fantasies about him in this room. She'd imagined having him all over the place. From each wall to the desk, his chair, and the couch.

Once he was done with his task, he grabbed her hand and tangled his fingers with hers, encouraging her to follow him.

Hand in hand, they walked to the store section, ready to work on her Christmas wish.

"Okay, what do you think about the shelves in aisle twenty-seven?" he asked, one of his eyebrows arrogantly cocked up. A smile stretched her lips when she realized what he had in mind. This was where they stocked sex products like contraception and lubes.

"The naughtiest part of the store. I like your style, Dale."

"Yeah, I'm also out of condoms, so it's a two birds with one stone kind of thing."

"Then lead the way, boss."

Outside the large front windows, the blizzard was still raging, the snowy chaos contrasting with the quietness inside the store. People loved a white Christmas, but this was a little excessive.

They reached aisle twenty-seven, and Caleb grabbed a box of condoms with a quickness that showed he was used to getting them here. Octavia watched as he opened the box, feeling her cheeks warm up. Okay, maybe he was right; she did blush too easily. He took the bunch of silvery packages out, shoved them all but one in his pocket, and squeezed the box into a small ball to put it in his other pocket.

"So, tell me. How do things start in this fantasy of yours?"

It would be embarrassing to admit she had at least a dozen scenarios leading to him taking her against a shelving unit, so she decided there was no need to talk to get on with it.

With her arms hooked around his neck, she pulled him down and pressed her mouth on his with passion. His smile was impossible not to notice, but it quickly faded under the intensity of her amorous enterprise.