Secret Santa

By Kiki Wellington

It’s December, but Lisa isn’t feeling the holiday cheer. After getting fired unfairly from her job, all she wants to do is binge on ice cream and bad TV—and crawl into her husband’s loving arms. But he’s been called away on a business trip and can’t give her what she needs. When left to her own devices, will Lisa find some Christmas cheer on her own?

From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Secret Santa is a 17,900 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Secret Santa contains early morning aural, locker room exhibitionism, and hot chocolate seduction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Sep 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502283719

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EXCERPT:

As the sun started sinking down the sky, I began to wonder how the night was going to end. How did he want it to end? How did I? I tried not to think about it; I just wanted to concentrate on the gorgeous view from my apartment. I loved watching the sun go down, or the sun come up, over the skyline.

Chris couldn't help but notice it too. He pointed toward the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the middle of my living room, looking amazed. Wow, you have an incredible view here. I would never want to leave the house if I lived here. I would just park my ass in front of the window all day and watch the city.

I nodded in agreement. It is pretty awesome. You want to get a closer look?

I jumped to my feet and headed to the window. During that time of day, the sun looked like it was disappearing into one of the buildings, which always amused me. Then the darkness started to settle in. I could stand in front of that window for hours and having Chris there definitely made the experience better. He stood close behind me...very close. I could feel his breath warming up the back of my neck, which made me close my eyes and fantasize about what could happen, might happen, shouldn't happen, if I gave in to the way he made me tingle inside.

Second by second, I felt Chris inching closer to me, until he was firmly pressed up against my back. I could actually feel his chest rise and fall and my breathing started to mirror his after a while. We stood there silently, watching the sun go down, the planes go by, the little ants on the ground rushing home from work. It was so busy outside, but in my apartment, time with Chris stood still. But the silence wasn't awkward this time. It felt good. Too good.

Lisa, the view in here is absolutely gorgeous, he said directly into my ear. I couldn't deny how much I wanted him. If he made the first move, I would be sure to follow him...anywhere.

I know! I love looking down at the city like this. It's so relaxing.

That's not the view I'm talking about, Chris said, moving his mouth downward until his lips were pressed softly against the side of my neck. Every inch of my body responded, but I couldn't let it show.

But First, a Word....

Thank you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a smile on your face...and other places!

With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,

Kiki Wellington

www.sexwithkiki.com

I couldn't believe it. I knew things were bad, but I never dreamed they were that bad. I honestly thought it would all blow over after the holidays and maybe it did...but they made sure I wasn't around to see it.

The words repeated in my head over and over again as I made the long, humiliating walk back to my cubicle: I'm going to have to let you go. I'm going to have to let you go. I'm going to have to let you go.

I was deflated, dejected. Who gets fired a couple of weeks before Christmas?

Luckily, I didn't have time to ruminate over that. I needed to quickly clean out my desk, say my goodbyes to my cubicle comrades, and haul ass out of the office before security came around to unceremoniously eject me from the building. When that company says they want you to leave, they mean it—and they have the muscle to back it up.

I did my best to keep my eyelids dry until I got home, but as soon as the elevator closed and started descending the twenty floors to the lobby, the tears seemed to gather and fall with each passing floor. I hoped no one would get on the elevator and witness me emotionally breaking down, but then again, I had just been canned. My reputation had been tarnished; it didn’t matter whether or not there were waterworks.

I walked toward the front door with my little box of personal knickknacks, trying to avoid eye contact—and a conversation or explanation—with the building security guard. I don't know why, after how the day had started, I thought I would get that lucky.

How are you doing, Lisa? he asked as I tried to rush out the door.

Not so good, Dan, I said with a noticeable tremble in my voice.

Sorry to hear that. What's the matter?

The tears I tried so hard to halt streamed down. I already felt like shit—so why not have a crying fit in the middle of the lobby, right?

I just got fired, I said, shaking my head and gripping my box close to my body, trying to use it as a buffer between Dan and my emotions to no avail.

Fired? No way!

I nodded.

Why? I know how hard you worked for them...I can't imagine why they would ever let you go.

That makes two of us, Dan.

Before I could excuse myself and bolt out the door, Dan walked closer to me and grabbed my box, insisting that he walk me to my car. I quietly agreed, realizing I didn't want to deal with my feelings alone after all.

I can't believe they did this to you, he said as we started the long trek to my soon-to-be-abandoned parking space. "I hear everything that goes on in this building, and believe me, there are