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Chapter 35 🔥

Santa Baby

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and id choose you.” – The Chaos of Stars


“Since when do you cook?” Ethan’s voice rang out behind me, causing me to jump and drop the spatula I was using to mix the eggs.

“What the fuck!” I hissed, glaring at him over my shoulder as I bent down to pick it up and place it in the sink. “What have I told you about sneaking up on me!”

“You just make it so easy babe.” He shook his head laughing. Opening the fridge, he reached inside to grab the orange juice.

“You know what else I’m going to make so easy?” I turned and smiled sweetly at him, one hand on my hip and the other waving around a new spatula. “You not getting laid.”

“Now, don’t be like that.” He pouted, stepping behind my shoulder to open the cabinet above, and reached for an empty glass. Sweetie, who had been in the kitchen with me the entire time, chose that exact moment to start barking at Ethan. Setting the carton of orange juice and his glass on the counter, Ethan knelt beside her and patted her head before opening the back door so she could go outside.

“Then stop trying to give me a heart attack.” I rolled my eyes as I turned off the stove and grabbed two plates.

“I would never want to do such a thing.” He feigned hurt, placing the orange juice back in the fridge.

“You have a very funny way of showing it,” I grumbled, playfully rolling my eyes at him as I reached for two forks and took a seat at the kitchen island.

It was Ethan’s turn to roll his eyes as he took a seat beside me, pulling one of the plates towards him. “Should I be concerned that you woke up before me and made breakfast?” He raised a playful eyebrow.

“No.” I pinned him with a glare. “Sweetie woke me up at six-thirty and then I had to pee. When I tried going back to bed, I just couldn’t fall asleep.”

“You should have woken me up.” He nodded, taking a bite of his toast.

“You don’t sleep enough as it is.” I scowled, stirring my coffee. He sleeps about six hours on a good night – there was no way I was going to wake him up at the crack of dawn just because I woke up.

It was pretty rare that Ethan and I didn’t share a bed most nights anymore. The only time the two of us weren’t together in the evenings was when he was out of town, and since he had kept his word and hasn’t gone on any more business trips this year, I’ve been practically living at his house the past week.

“I get plenty of sleep, McKenzie.” Ethan rolled his eyes and lifted his elbows on the cold granite. I scowled, but he avoided my gaze, focusing on his food instead. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

The good thing, however, was that he had finally stopped smoking so much.

How do I know?

Because he no longer reeked of cigarettes every time in leaned in to kiss me.

Don’t get me wrong, we all have our ways of coping, but Ethan could do with finding one that doesn’t kill thousands of people every day.

He had been working from home for the past couple of days, which wasn’t unusual since the office was pretty much dead around this time of year, but it had allowed me to pick up on the fact that he usually stepped outside for a smoke once he closed his laptop for the day – rather than every other hour.

I don’t know if it was my nagging that finally got to him, but whatever it was, I was glad he cut back.

Now all I had to do was convince him to stop altogether.

“So,” I took a sip from my coffee mug. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

Despite spending all of this time together, we hadn’t talked about how either of us were spending the holidays. If I’m not mistaken, I remember his parents were supposed to be coming into town soon. That should be fun, I thought.

“My parents flew in a couple of days ago.” He replied, clasping his hands in front of him. “I believe everyone’s going to Ashley’s.”

“Well –” I leaned back in my seat and folded my arms across my chest. “If you can spare some time, my mom has been driving me crazy about having you over for Christmas dinner.”

“What can I say, moms love me.” He smirked, a dimple indenting his cheek.

“Because they don’t know how you defile their daughters on the first night you meet them.” I scoffed, and his eyes darkened.

“How about you come with me to Ashley’s on Christmas Eve,” Ethan said after a moment of silence.

“As much as I’d love to spend the day with you, I don’t feel like having my holiday spirit pissed on by your dad so I’m going to have to politely decline,” I said, standing up and placing my now empty plate in the sink.

Ethan could do the dishes later.

“It was worth a try.” He sighed, flashing me a small smile although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Ask me again next year. Maybe my answer will change once I’ve gone long enough without seeing him.” I quickly added. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to spend time with Ethan – and I adored his mom and sister. His dad, however, brought out the worst in me. For him to insinuate that I was quitting my job just because I was seeing his son – like I was some kind of gold digger – was insulting, to say the least.

I think I knew deep down that I would be leaving Thomas and Cooper the moment I agreed to the sabbatical. It had nothing to do with me seeing Ethan outside of work.

It wasn’t like I couldn’t find another job – far from it. I had been keeping in contact with Professor Navid for the past few months, and several small businesses had also reached out to me about hiring me to keep track of their books.

I just wasn’t in any rush to fully commit to a nine-to-five job just yet. I enjoyed my newfound freedom far too much.

“Somehow I doubt that.” Ethan snorted, but I could hear the amusement in his voice.

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The next few days passed by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was already Christmas Eve.

Zoey and I were currently sitting on the floor of my parent’s living room, wrapping last-minute presents. Of course, I had already wrapped hers last night when she was sleeping, and now she wouldn’t stop asking me what it was I got her.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top!” She pouted, ripping off a piece of tape. “Just give me a hint.”

“I am not telling you what I got you.” I rolled my eyes for the millionth time that night. “Christmas is tomorrow. You’re not going to die.”

“I just might.” She grumbled, shooting me a glare.

We finally settled into a comfortable silence, the random movie on TV blaring through the speakers. After a while, Zoey spoke again. “I heard Ethan is coming over tomorrow.”

“He is.” I nodded, grabbing the string and cutting a large piece off.

“So are you two official now?” She continued to probe. When I glanced up, she had abandoned the gift she was wrapping and instead had her sole attention focused on me.

“You could say that.” I shifted my attention back to the large box in front of me, pulling on the bowstrings so they were even.

Introducing myself as Ethan’s girlfriend to his parents pretty much made us official, and while he tried to play it off as casual, I knew it was what he had been waiting on for a while. Our relationship had been unconventional from the very beginning, but we finally reached a place where both of us were on the same page.

“Adults are fucking weird,” Zoey mumbled under her breath just as the front door opened and Mom and Dave walked in.

“Hi girls.” Dave smiled brightly, hanging his and my mom’s coat up. “Who wants some hot chocolate?”

“Me!” Zoey squealed, jumping back to her feet. “I’ll help you, and then we can all watch Home Alone.” Clearly, Zoey inherited the Christmas craze from our mom’s side of the family. While Dave let the three of us have our ways, he was pretty impartial to the holiday – but then again he was like that towards everything. He was naturally a very calm and collected person, unlike the family, he married into.

“Um before that,” I interjected. “Dave, I left some papers on your desk that I need you to sign so I can file them before the deadline.”

“Sure thing.” He nodded, placing a kiss on Zoey’s forehead before retracting his steps and walking in the opposite direction of the kitchen and towards his home office. When I was here for dinner last month, Dave just so happened to be going through some invoices for his company – and by going through I mean he opened them and was going to shove them in a drawer somewhere until his accountant asked for them next year when it was time to file his taxes.

Since I was bored out of my mind with pretty much nothing to do, I offered to help set up a system of keeping track of all his revenues and expenses. Considering he had no system in place, that task proved to be more difficult than I anticipated but I finally managed to get things organized. His company had a December year-end, so it only made sense to file the necessary paperwork before the end of the year – hence the paperwork he needed to sign.

“McKenzie!” I heard my mom shout from the kitchen.

“What?” I yelled back, too lazy to walk the short distance and see what she wanted.

“Do you want ice cream?” She asked.

“Yes please.” That was a no-brainer. Who turns down ice cream?

The four of us spent the rest of the night in front of the TV, stuffing our faces with popcorn, ice cream, and candy. When the clock hit midnight and it was officially December 25th, we all exchanged one present and went to bed.

I didn’t miss how my heart skipped a beat when my phone buzzed with a text message from Ethan shortly after midnight, wishing me a Merry Christmas.

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The following morning, I woke up on my own at 7 AM. By the time I took a shower and got changed into a cozy pair of sweats and an old Christmas Sweater with some fuzzy socks, mom, Dave, and Zoey were already waiting for me downstairs. After we exchanged the rest of our gifts, Dave went to his office while mom told Zoey and me to clean up around the house.

Of course, mom wouldn’t be mom if she wasn’t a little crazy – even on Christmas day.

Zoey and I had gone into the kitchen to steal a snack around noon, and when mom caught each of us taking two Eclairs off the tray she practically chased us out of the kitchen with a wooden spatula. Zoey and I laughed our asses off as we ran out of there, and upstairs.

I was currently standing in from of the mirror in my old room, adjusting the sleeves of my red dress. It was a deep burgundy color with long puffy sleeves that came off the shoulder, and it had a deep plunging neckline that accentuated my cleavage. The dress also had strings that wrapped around the waist so you could tie a bow at the front, and it stopped about mid-thigh for me. Pairing it with some silver teardrop earrings and nude stiletto heels, I applied some light makeup and let my hair flow down naturally in loose curls.

With one last glance in the mirror, I made my way downstairs and took a seat next to Zoey on the couch. By the time people started arriving, I was hungry and impatiently awaiting the start of dinner.

I had snuck into the kitchen to refill my wine glass when I heard mom shout my name. “Coming,” I replied, screwing the cap back on and making my way towards the sound of her voice.

When I rounded the corner, my eyes landed on Ethan who was being ushered inside by my mother. He was holding four gift bags in his hand, and he ruffled some snow out of his hair before taking his shoes off and handing my mom all but one gift bag.

When his eyes landed on me, they immediately traveled down my body before coming back up to meet my gaze. “McKenzie.” The corners of his lip tugged upwards in a smile.

“Hi.” A smile of my own making its way onto my face.

“I’ll leave you two kids alone.” My mom said before excusing herself and walking off. “Dinner is in half an hour.”

“You look beautiful,” Ethan said once my mom was out of earshot. He tilted his head slowly, touching his cool lips to mine before pulling back and smiling down at me. My heart jumped and I could feel a blush creeping its way onto my face. Taking his hand in mine, I steered him towards the living room, stopping along the way to introduce him to some people.

“Is that for me?” I ask, eyeing the small red paper bag he was still holding on to once we finally sat down.

“No.” He deadpanned before a smirk overtook his handsome face. “It’s for my girlfriend. But don’t tell her.”

Rolling my eyes, I snatched the bag out of his hand and removed the tissue paper, letting it fall on the floor. Inside was a white velvet rectangular box about the size of my palm. Glancing between Ethan and the box, I saw his eyes were trained on me – waiting for me to open it.

Lifting the lid, my eyes landed on a beautiful teardrop pendant with a ruby diamond. Being a sucker for fine jewelry, I couldn’t help but gush over it. “It’s beautiful.” My arms reached out and I pulled Ethan into a hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Your present is upstairs in my room.” I bit my lip, taking in his reaction.

“Is that so.” Ethan raised a smug eyebrow, nodding apprehensively.

Playfully slapping his shoulder, I scowled, “You’re such a pervert!” He wasn’t too far off, part of his present did include some lingerie I had on under this dress, but the actual present itself was top of the lower level near the center ice tickets to see the New York Rangers play next month when they came to Chicago.

“I’m you’re pervert.” He teased, gently squeezing my exposed thigh enough to quicken my heartbeat. My lips tugged upwards and I chewed on the inside of my cheek, placing the necklace back in the bag and setting it under the Christmas tree right next to us.

After dinner, Ethan and I were curled up on the couch – my feet resting in his lap – while we listened to Zoey ramble about one of her upcoming classes next semester. I think it was an ethics course of some sort because Ethan seemed very intrigued by what she was saying. All while his hands continued to absentmindedly rub soothing circles against my skin.

It was getting increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation at hand when his hand seemed to slowly inch higher and higher every so often.

When Zoey got up to refill her drink, I placed my hand over Ethan’s which caused him to raise an eyebrow at me. I ignored him and instead leaned back further into the couch cushions, closing my eyes. “I feel like I’ve gained ten pounds.”

“I know a great way to burn calories.” I felt Ethan’s hot breath near me and when I opened my eyes, his face was inches from mine.

“Stop it.” I narrowed my eyes with a breathy voice.

The smirk on Ethan’s face only widened as he leaned in further and pressed his lips to my earlobe, ensuring nobody could hear him but me. “What color are your panties?”

Biting my lip, I glanced around nervously. When I was sure that nobody was paying any attention to us, I turned to him. “Who says I’m wearing any.”

His eyes darkened a shade at my words and he stilled for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice had gone low with desire. “How about we sneak upstairs and you show me.”

“Ethan, this is a family gathering.” I scolded, pinning him with a glare.

“There’s plenty of families to go around, I’m sure nobody will notice we’re gone for half an hour.” He reached up, gently tracing his fingertips along my jawline and allowing his thumb to brush against my bottom lip.

“You know,” I retort with a casual tone, even though my heart was beating out of my chest and the room seemed to have gotten twenty degrees hotter in the past two minutes. “If you wanted to see my childhood bedroom so desperately, all you had to do was ask.”

Ethan’s eyes fell on my lips before he brought them back up to meet my own. “I don’t give a fuck about your childhood bedroom right now, McKenzie.”

“We can’t just – ” I spluttered, not believing I was actually considering this. “What if someone sees us.”

“We either go upstairs right now,” Shocks reverberated through my body when Ethan’s hand touched the hemline of my dress, his fingertips inching past it. “Or I slip my fingers in your pussy right here.” The way he said it sent shockwaves straight to my core, making my already damp panties even wetter.

Slapping my hand over his, I removed my legs from his lap and stood up. Taking Ethan’s hand in mine, I glanced over my shoulder at him and said, “This is a bad idea.”

He laughed hoarsely, shaking his head. “A bad idea with a good outcome.”

As I led Ethan out of the living room and towards the staircase, we passed Zoey on the way. “Cover for me,” I whispered, slipping past her and squeezing her arm.

As soon as the door to my bedroom closed, Ethan’s hands were already roaming my body. “I’m going to need to see proof that you’re not wearing any panties, Cupcake.”

My lips curled up in a smirk as I grabbed his hand and steered him towards the bed. Once the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, I pushed him down and he raised an amused eyebrow in my direction. “I said I wasn’t wearing any panties.” I placed my legs on either side of his hips – straddling him. “I didn’t say anything about lingerie.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened as he watched my every movement. Purposely shifting in his lap, I slowly pulled on the sleeves of my dress until it was pooling around my waist. As his eyes trailed over the red harness lingerie set. His hands slipped around my waist, and his strong fingers started tracing circles over the exposed skin.

Ethan leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my neck and shoulder until his lips found my ear. “Even better.” His breath tickled my earlobe, and I shivered with anticipation.

With newfound confidence, I shifted off Ethan’s lap so that I was now standing in front of him. His eyes continued to roam my body as I pulled the dress down, letting it fall to the floor. Every part of my body was exposed and I might as well have been naked because the bralette and panties – if you could even call them that – didn’t leave much to imagination. The thin strip of lace part of the open cup bralette hovered above my erect nipples, and the panties were crotchless.

My eyes continued to hold his as I fell on my knees, quickly undoing Ethan’s belt and pants – eager to get him free. I stroked my fingers over his cock through the thin material of his boxers, and I felt it twitch and harden further in response. Pulling his underwear down, his cock sprang free and I eagerly took hold of it and lowered my head down towards his lap.

I looked up at him, licking my lips. My tongue flicked around the tip, tasting some of his pre-cum. When Ethan brought his hand up and loosely tangled it in my ponytail, it sent a surge of arousal through me and I could feel the heat building in my pussy.

My hand wrapped around his thick length, giving it a few small pumps with my hand before lowering my head down further and pushing the head of his cock through my lips. I heard Ethan groan above me, and he pushed my head down further, his cock going deeper into my mouth.

Ethan’s grunts and moans made me shiver with excitement as I continued to work my mouth around him. I enjoyed giving the occasional head, but I’d never gotten any excitement from it before.

When I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat, I gagged and pulled away. “Did I tell you to stop, McKenzie?” His hand in my hair tightened, and he pushed my mouth back down. As I continued sucking, taking him deeper and deeper, Ethan’s free hand found my nipples.

“Good girl.” A deep groan escaped from above me. I let him pop out of my mouth before twisting my hands around him and sucking harder. Ethan’s gaze held mine as I lowered my mouth on him, slowly sucking him again. After a moment, I resumed by bobbing my head up and down, until I heard Ethan tell me to stop.

However, I had no intention of stopping.

It was thrilling to be doing something this risky with the possibility of anyone walking in, and this excitement only added to my efforts.

Instead, I sealed my lips tightly around his cock and pressed my tongue against his tip. “Fuck!” He groaned as he shot his cum in my mouth.

Licking my lips, I peered up at Ethan. “What?” I asked innocently. Truth is, I was extremely turned on at that moment, and I ached for his touch.

“Someone’s on the naughty list this year.” He smirked condescendingly as he pulled me up and lifted me onto the bed. With one hand pinning me down, his other snaked between my thighs pushing them apart. A sudden rush of heat ran through me as his cold fingers grazed my pussy before plunging two fingers deep inside.

There was nothing gentle about his touch, and that only turned me on even more. It’s like I had been possessed, and any senses I previously held were gone. I threw my head back and bit my lip to stifle a moan as Ethan expertly fingered me, his lips kissing along my neck.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone and he dropped to his knees. His mouth quickly found my throbbing sex, and his mouth was on my clit – licking, sucking, and nibbling while his fingers continued to thrust deeper into me.

“Ethan.” I moaned, no longer being able to hold back as an orgasm rippled through me. He didn’t stop but instead slowed down just enough to be able to stand again. His fingers continued to expertly work my pussy as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from mine.

“Delicious.” Ethan licked his lips, his mouth hovering over mine. “Even better than dessert.”

When he removed his fingers from my pussy and stepped back, I let out an involuntary whimper. I watched as he took his white button-down shirt off, his muscles contracting with every movement. Reaching into the pocket of his now discarded pants, he pulled out a condom and slipped it onto his throbbing erection.

Ethan’s sex drive never ceased to amaze me.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” I said, continuing to hold his gaze as he inched towards me.

“If this is what all your presents are going to look like in the future, I could get used to this.” He smirked, reaching out to caress my sides until his hands settled on my ass. As Ethan leaned in, leaving a trail of wet kisses down the valley of my breasts, towards my stomach, and finally inches away from my aching pussy – I feel his cock touching my thigh.

He pulled back, positioning himself between my folds and running his thick length along my throbbing sex. He then began sliding into me, painstakingly slow. “Please.” I whimpered as he applied gentle pressure, gripping my hips as he pushed in until he was balls deep inside my pussy.

“Tell me what you want.” He growled and I moaned as his hand clasped around my throat.

“I want you to fuck me.” I gritted, thrusting my hips against his. I tried to move against him, but I couldn’t get out of his strong grip.

“Fuck you?” Ethan tilted his head to one side with patronizing amusement. “I am fucking you, Cupcake.”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard.” I practically whined, not caring that I sounded desperate. Ethan had a certain hold over me when it came to sex, that I didn’t care if I was the submissive. Not in the bedroom anyway. “Don’t hold back.”

He brought his face closer to mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his tongue lightly tracing my lips before capturing them with his own. His tongue probed every inch of my mouth, and I eagerly kissed him back.

Ethan had pulled out of my pussy, letting his cock rest at my entrance. Without warning, he thrust into me and I screamed out in pleasure as my back arched involuntarily and my fists tightened around the sheets. Luckily, my screams were muffled by his mouth as he continued to kiss me. Hard.

Pulling back, he cupped my breasts and continued to pound into me. “Someone’s going to hear you if you keep making so much noise.” He scolded, pinching both of my nipples at the same time. I continued to trash under him, biting back my moans as much as I could.

Keeping quiet was easier said than done right now.

Letting his hands slide down to my hips, he gripped my waist tightly as he brought his mouth down to my hard nipples and alternatively switched between the two. His teeth grazed my hardened buds, and he continued to mercilessly thrust into me. I moaned in response and intertwined my fingertips into his hair.

Ethan pulled away from my erect nipple to whisper in my ear. “Do you like sneaking away and getting fucked, knowing people are wondering where we disappeared?” He growled, his husky voice almost sending me over the edge.

“Yes.” I panted. “Fuck yes.”

“Good girl.” He groaned as his hand once again snaked around my neck and gripped harder.

“Oh god – I’m close.” My fists tightened around the sheets. “Fuck! Ethan –”

“Yes. Fuck me harder – please make me cum!” I became a withering, moaning mess.

Ethan’s gaze held mine as he reached over and placed his thumb over my clit – pressing down and rubbing on it. My legs started to shake uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation. “Be quiet, McKenzie.” He whispered in my ear and I buried my face in the crook of his neck to muffle my cries of pleasure.

As I continued to ride out my orgasm, Ethan began to increase the pace and force of his thrusts – my walls tightening around his cock. With one final thrust, he let out a string of curse words before coming to a standstill, his chest heaving above mine. He kissed my forehead before slowly pulling out of me, walking to the adjacent bathroom to discard the latex in the garbage bin.

“One of these days, we’re going to get caught.” I panted, propping myself up on my elbows as I watched him come out of the bathroom.

As Ethan adjusted his pants, his lips curled up in a smirk. “Not if you learn how to be quiet.”

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Here’s another update for you guys. There are officially five chapters left in the book - I cannot thank each and every single one of you enough! Thank you so much to everyone reading along, commenting and reviewing. I appreciate you all so much.

Love,

Kat ❤️

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