THE UNCERTAIN LIST Elyzabeth M. VaLey
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DEDICATION To my Mellonamin. For many more years of friendship.
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CHAPTER ONE Tristan slammed the car door shut and paused to look at the small town around him. An assortment of shops and apartment buildings lined the street. Through almost every window he could see Christmas decorations. Trees adorned in all manner of styles, from the most simple with plastic stars to the most embellished with gold and silver balls, matching tinsel, and fake snow, graced halls, living rooms, and shop fronts. He took in a deep breath. A mixture of pine trees, burning wood, and delicious coffee assaulted his senses. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't had anything to eat for quite a while. He glanced at the paper in his hand. At the bottom of a row of crossed-out words, a name scribbled in fancy red ink stood out. Amy Donaldson. She was the last mission on his list. Hopefully, he'd be done quickly and be able to get back home for Christmas dinner. A couple strode by him and the smell of warm muffins reached his nostrils. His stomach growled again. Folding the list with Amy's name, he placed it on the inside of his thick winter coat and made up his mind. After all, there was nothing worse than starting a job on an empty stomach. A bell chimed over his head as he entered the coffee
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house named Sugar, Ginger, and Spice. A delicious waft of ginger
cookies
and
sugary
sweets
reached
him,
corroborating the shop's apt name. The only thing missing, from his point of view, was the touch of spice. However, the remedy to that appeared in the form of a stunning coffee-serving clerk. He took in her looks as he strolled over to the counter. Compared to him, she wasn't very tall; her head would barely reach over his chin. Her short brown hair was fashioned in a cute pixie haircut with long, side-swept bangs, which highlighted her high cheekbones and large brown eyes. She wasn't too thin, but more on the plump side, just like he liked his women. There was nothing like holding on to a woman's ample hips in the throes of passion. "What can I get you, sir?" He was pleased to discover she had a sweet voice, too. Most likely, she participated in a choir or had done so when she was a child. He raised his eyes from her pretty face to stare at the billboard above. The little place certainly had a large assortment of cakes, muffins, cookies, coffees, and hot chocolates. "What do you recommend, ummm…" He lowered his gaze to read the square tag placed over her heart. "Amy." He looked up at her face again and was shocked to 2
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see the sign hovering on her forehead. How could he have missed it before? The black question mark with a sparkling white snowflake acting as a dot danced over her forehead like a luminous beacon. He must have been too distracted with her appearance to notice she was the last person on his list. "If I may advise?" Amy's sweet voice broke his thoughts. He realized he must have been foolishly staring at her for a few seconds and his cheeks warmed in embarrassment. Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Amy plowed on. "The coffee with white chocolate tastes particularly good if you pair it with the vanilla cupcake." She smiled at him, a pearly white smile full of innocence. How could this little fairy be on the Uncertain List? She clearly belonged to the Nice List. There must have been some sort of mistake. "I'll give that a try, then." "Will you be at a table or is it a takeout order?" she asked automatically. Tristan regarded the place. The coffee house was not too full: a couple sat at a table, a group of girls chatted at another, and an elderly man read in an armchair. On a whim, he decided he would stay awhile. "I'll have the order here." 3
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"That will be six fifty, please." He handed her the money and walked away to sit down at one of the empty tables near the window. He regarded the store more calmly. In a corner, there were a few worn-out couches, inviting people to bring a book and relax while enjoying their drinks. The rest of the room was furnished with round wooden tables and chairs made out of the same material. Each table held a small Christmas ornament with the day's menu. Tinsel and banners wishing everyone happy holidays decorated the walls. The windows were sprayed with fake snow to form the words Merry Christmas. Soft Christmas jazz music played through some speakers. Tristan smiled cheerfully. He was comfortable and at ease in the little coffee shop. It was almost like being home. "Here you go, sir." Amy bent over the table and placed his order. Her breast brushed against his arm and like a magnet to metal, his eyes were drawn to her exposed cleavage. His mouth watered. How could he have missed noticing such fine attributes before? His eyes lifted as the girl straightened up. With a smile and a knowing wink, she pointed at his coffee. She turned around and walked back to the counter, her hips swaying in an indecent manner that caused his cock to swell. He finally tore his eyes off her when he could no 4
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longer see her generous bottom. His stomach roared, reminding him he was hungry, and he switched his attention to the steaming cup before him. That's when he caught sight of the napkin next to his coffee. She had scribbled her name and her phone number on the paper. He looked up at Amy again and she smiled devilishly. Perhaps his job wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought.
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CHAPTER TWO Tristan swept a hand through his hair in frustration. He had called two out of three local inns and none of them had any rooms available. What was so popular about this town in the middle of nowhere? If he didn't find a room in this third inn he'd have to sleep in his car or charm someone into believing he was a family member coming to visit for the holidays. What a nuisance! And all for the sake of the little pixie over at the counter. He could always… no, that wouldn't be a good idea, now would it? He shook his head and stared out the window. Dusk had fallen. How long had he been here? He slammed his cell phone shut as the line died. The third inn was out of the question. "Christmas Tinsel!" He swore under his breath. No room. Very well, his options had narrowed to either the car, charming someone or… again, he passed a hand through his hair. Well, there were no rules against the third idea. Besides, he did have to watch Amy closely to decide on what list she belonged, and he had to do it before morning. There was also the matter that she was clearly attracted to him, and he to her. There was no denying that. He glanced out the window once more. Snow had begun to fall. The idea of spending the night in his car
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seemed less than welcome. He caught sight of Amy's reflection in the glass as she cleaned the counter. She lifted her head and he turned away. He chuckled to himself. What was he playing at? He was a grown man and not bad looking, either. He regarded his own reflection in the shop window. Slightly long, dirty-blond hair, twinkling blue eyes—the mark of the north—a straight nose, a bit too large, if anyone cared to ask him, and a strong jaw, with none-too-thin lips. He lifted his mug, intending to take a sip, and realized it was empty. With a sigh, he decided it was time to go, but once again, the dilemma returned. Where? He glimpsed at Amy and discovered she was staring openly at him. Damn, that girl showed no shame. Her eyes were bright and wide, and she worried her lower lip, biting and then licking. His eyes focused on her luscious mouth and he watched in fascination. The image of her mouth wrapped around his cock assaulted his mind. His penis responded to the idea and he quickly looked away, afraid she'd be able to read his thoughts. He willed himself to calm down. Many girls had flirted with him before. However, he didn't ever remember feeling desire as uncontrolled as he had just now. He risked another glance at Amy and discovered she was still watching him. He met her gaze and she smiled 7
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mischievously. The little vixen clearly knew what she was doing, biting her lips in that manner. Well, that decided it. She wanted him and he wanted her. Besides, she was his last mission. He had already wasted hours sitting at the café, and he was in a hurry to discover to which list she belonged. There could be no possible harm in his idea. Resolute, he stood. Storing his cell phone in his back pocket and picking up his coat, he walked up to Amy. "Sorry, Amy?" "Yes, sir?" she asked solicitously. "I was wondering… are there any other inns around here besides the three marked in the guide? I had been planning to stay the night but they're all full." Amy laughed heartily. "Of course they're all full, sir. It's Christmas Eve and everyone has come to celebrate the holidays with his or her family. If they don't stay for Christmas, they stay the night before going into the big city. We're sort of a layover town. Is that your case?" "Why, yes," he lied. "I have a flight to catch tomorrow but I wanted to stretch my legs a bit and I lost track of time here." Amy giggled. "You're not the first to get transfixed by Sugar, Ginger, and Spice." 8
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Tristan raised his eyebrows. The insinuation couldn't be any clearer. Little Miss Doe-Eyes wasn't as innocent as she appeared, but there was only one way to tell for sure. "Well, I guess its back to the car for me," he said with a casual shrug. "Thanks for the coffee, Amy." Tristan turned around to leave. He had barely put on his coat and reached for the door when Amy rushed to him. "Sir, don't stay in your car. It's terribly cold out and you'll freeze and end up sick if you don't take care of yourself. Why don't you come to my place?" Ah, there was that innocent tone again but the playful glint in her eyes said more. Tristan took a moment to pretend to ponder the situation. "I wouldn't want to bother you." "I assure you, having you over will be no bother at all." She nodded vigorously. "Well, I guess then…" "I only ask for one thing?" She bounced on the balls of her feet and Tristan couldn't help smiling in amusement. "What is that?" My sweet angel, he added to himself. "Your name?" Tristan chuckled. This was going to prove much more interesting than he thought. 9
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**** Tristan waited outside while Amy turned off all the lights and double-checked that everything was locked and in place before closing the store. She'd had half an hour left of work before the store shut for the night. While he waited for her, he had entertained himself by looking over the Uncertain List with her name on it. The only extra information the list had about her was her age, the fact she still secretly believed in Christmas Magic, and that she had engaged in some dubious behavior throughout the year. The list referred him to the Santa Archives for more information, and he made a mental note to grab his laptop from his car before going to her place. Nonetheless, he couldn't help wondering how such a sweet girl had landed on the Uncertain List. To his standards, if the girl had been on the Nice List for most of her life, Santa should allow her some sort of leeway. Tristan smiled in appreciation as Amy emerged from the shop. She wore an outfit composed of a red coat, earmuffs, and a matching cap. "Is red your favorite color?" "Only during the holidays," she replied. "I'm a Christmas lover. I absolutely adore everything about it." 10
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"Some people consider it commercial nonsense," he said conversationally. "Well, I would be lying if I said there isn't something commercial about it. The shop itself has some of its best sales during this time of year." She shrugged. "But, Christmas is so much more. It's the time when families come together, when people share no matter what, when love is renewed and birthed, when there is more happiness than sadness, when there is light in every corner, even during the night!" she said excitedly. She opened her arms wide. "Look around you, Tristan, it is late at night and no one could get lost in this magical haven of Christmas fairy lights. Every house, every light, every Merry Christmas is a beacon of good wishes." Tristan glanced at the short girl striding beside him. She was positively beaming. Her eyes were glowing as she took in the decorated town. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, and her lips were plump and red, ripe for kissing. He shook his head, trying to dissipate the image of her lips on his. He would wait for her to make the first move. "Yeah, some people think I'm a little over the top with Christmas, but I'm fine with that," she said interpreting his movement as disapproval. They reached his car, and Tristan pulled out his suitcase and laptop. He closed the vehicle and discovered 11
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Amy looking at him with hungry eyes. Snow fell silently around them, wetting their clothes and faces. A snowflake landed on Amy's nose and Tristan gently swiped it off with his finger. Before he could drop his hand, Amy took it into hers. "There's something else about Christmas that I like," she whispered sensually. "What would that be?" he said leaning against the car and bringing her to him. "Christmas turns me on." Without another word, she was on her toes, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. Tristan lowered his head and found her pouty lips. They were deliciously warm after the cold night air. He tangled his hands on her short hair, toppling off her hat. She tasted like cinnamon. He brought her closer and nibbled on her mouth. She opened it and the moist tip of her tongue slid over his upper lip. A shiver ran deep inside him and landed between his legs. His body responded to the warmth of Amy's curves against him. His hands slid until he was firmly cupping her ass. His cock pressed against his jeans wishing to break free as their tongues mingled and danced in frenzy. He groaned into her mouth when one of her hands slid to his crotch and palmed it gently. Releasing his mouth, she breathed into his ear for a 12
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moment before whispering, "Let's go to my place, and I'll show you just how much more Christmas can turn me on."
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CHAPTER THREE Taking him by the hand, Amy led him through the town to a new-looking set of apartment buildings near the café. In silence they took the elevator to the top floor. Amy said nothing as she opened the door and invited him in with a hand gesture. As soon as she closed the door, she mumbled something about the darkness and left him waiting at the entrance. Lights suddenly sprang to life and Tristan blinked repeatedly. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. "Would you like something to eat?" Amy called from another room. Tristan didn't reply. He walked into the living room. It was cozy. There was no other word for it. As a matter a fact, he thought, as he looked around, it reminded him of home. It was a large room. Since it was on the top floor, it had the privilege of having a beautiful brick chimney. He came closer to it, amused to see several stockings hanging. Amy had placed candles in red, green, and white over the mantelpiece. A small Christmas wreath hung on the wall above. He moved to the white couch, which had a blanket over one of its arms. He smiled in admiration as he noticed
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the design printed on the blanket: Santa flying his reindeer. A shelf laden with books and a television set held ceramic portrayals of Santa, his reindeer, snowmen, nutcrackers, and other memorabilia related to Christmas. Finally, his eyes fell on the Christmas tree near the window. Amy hadn't adorned it excessively. She had decorated the fir with a set of white fairy lights, red balls, and a large golden star at the top. "Do you like what you see?" Tristan jumped at the sound of Amy's voice. He had forgotten this was her home, not his. "I apologize, I—" She laughed. "No need to apologize. I invited you over, remember? Come, I'll show you the rest of the house if you like." He nodded and followed her, wondering what it was about her that made him at ease, and at the same time, so nervous. Perhaps that was why Santa had included her in the Uncertain List. "This is the kitchen; help yourself to anything you like." Before he could take in the Christmas plates and kitchen linens, she had grasped his hand and was dragging him to another room. "Bathroom." He could have sworn those towels had the pattern of snowflakes on them. "Studio and guest bedroom." He barely looked inside 15
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before she whisked him away. "Master bedroom," she announced with a flourish, sweeping her arms in an encompassing gesture. She opened the door wide for him and waited for him to go inside. Tristan took a few steps forward and inspected the scantily decorated room. A large canopy bed with red sheets stood in the center. On the left side of the bed, she had a nightstand, with a lamp and some books. However, what caught his attention and caused him to grin was the sight of the dresser with the large, rectangular mirror facing the bed. "It's the least Christmassy room." Amy stood next to the door, her arms tightly wrapped around herself and her eyes downcast. "How come?" Without a word she walked to the other side of the room and threw back the curtains. She hurried back to the door and turned off the lights. Tristan's eyes widened. The two enormous windows showed an almost full view of the town. Thousands of Christmas lights danced outside, the snow and wind shaking them and causing a hard to describe effect. He sensed Amy's hot stare on his face. With a smile, he looked down at her. "I see." He lowered his head and claimed her mouth. The 16
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little fairy let out a whimper. Tristan pulled her roughly to him, wanting her to feel his growing cock. He understood her perverse pleasure. The windows not only offered an amazing view, but kept open, whatever happened indoors would surely be a spectacle for any in the nearby buildings, and perhaps even to those outside on the streets. A thought struck him suddenly. "You don't want everyone to see you; you want Santa to watch you." Amy nodded. Her doe eyes were unfocused, her body heat almost palpable. Maybe this was the dubious behavior Santa had mentioned. Amy had a thing for Santa. Tristan laughed. Well, he wasn't his boss, but maybe he could add a little sugar and spice to this lovely woman's life. He captured her lips again and tasted her sweet mouth. He groaned as Amy's fingers found their way inside the elastic of his pants. "You're a fast one," he whispered hoarsely. "I've wanted you since I saw you come into the coffee house this afternoon, Tristan." His little minx sure knew how to stoke a man's ego. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her again and reveled in the feeling of her woman parts so close to his cock. He wanted to be inside her, to have her warm pussy swallow him whole, to hear her moan 17
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out his name in ecstasy. Unceremoniously, he threw her on the bed. Amy giggled. "Don't move, Amy." She obeyed. Quickly he discarded his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He heard Amy's sharp intake of breath and he couldn't help smiling smugly. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but first he'd find out exactly what was so dubious about her. Santa didn't give gifts to evil souls. Kinky women were not evil. "Tristan," she whispered his name in that sweet voice of hers, her arousal making it sultry and seductive. "Do you like what you see, Amy?" "Yes, Tristan." "Would you like me better if I looked like the jolly old man?" Amy's eyes widened, but she shook her head. Tristan smirked. "So you only want the old man to watch?" "Yes," she said breathlessly. "Maybe I can grant you your wish, Amy." It was Amy's turn to smirk. Tristan said nothing for a moment. He collected his thoughts. It was Christmas Eve. He wasn't going to make it back to the North Pole in time to help his boss deliver the toys. Might as well make the most out of it. 18
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"Strip," he ordered. Amy hurried to take off her red sweater. "Slowly, Amy. I want to see every curve, every birthmark, every perfection and imperfection on your body." "Yes, Tristan." Tristan cleared his throat. "Say yes, Santa." Slowly, she began to remove her sweater. She threw it on the floor next to his clothes. Next, she began to pop the buttons of her red shirt. Little by little, her creamy flesh became exposed to his gaze. She stood on the bed, the Christmas lights outside dancing on her skin, giving her the glow of an other-worldly creature. She looked into his eyes and smiled the mischievous smile that had induced his cock to harden earlier in the café. Now it caused pre-cum to rise to the tip of his hard shaft. He willed himself to think of something else. The mission. His job. He was here on a job. What was it about Amy that made her an Uncertain? She was sweet, generous, imaginative, and with principles, all qualities of those on the Nice List. He lost his train of thought as she lowered her jeans, her back to him, giving him a fair view of her butt cheeks. "Commando?" "Only during the Christmas season," she said huskily, wiggling her ass. 19
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"Lean forward." "Yes, Santa," she whispered. Amy leaned forward and he positioned himself behind her. He lowered his head until it was scant inches from her naked crotch. He could smell her heat. Spicy. Taking her by the hips, he pulled her toward his mouth. She let out a strangled cry as he assaulted her moist lips with his tongue. Christmas Tinsel! How could she be so wet and slick already? He slid his tongue over her pussy, reveling in her taste. With his fingers, he exposed her to him. He introduced the tip of his tongue inside her, tasting her delicious arousal. Amy moaned and bucked against him. Tristan sucked and licked her. By Rudolf, did she taste good! His cock was fit to burst. He wanted to bury himself in that warm place and pound into her until her screams of pleasure were heard all over town. He would take her as one reindeer takes another, then he'd ride her as Santa rides his sleigh, then he'd have her ride him, maybe he'd even tie her to the bed… "Tristan, please, please," she begged him. He lifted his head from the pleasure of her molten heat. He flipped her over and she fell with a cry of surprise on the soft mattress. He pulled off what was left of her jeans. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she waited for him to ravage her body. No, he wouldn't be so quick. He'd draw 20
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out her pleasure and his. "Finish undressing for me, Amy." "Yes, Tristan." "Ah, ah, ah," he admonished her. Turning her over, he spanked her hard, once on each butt cheek. She cried out in shock, but he also knew, in pleasure. "Yes, Santa." Hastily she stood on the mattress and finished removing her red shirt. She cupped her breasts, still encased in a beautiful red satin bra. His mouth watered in expectation as she painfully, slowly unclipped the garment. Her breasts fell free from their prison and he let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. Amy giggled. His eyes flew to her face, and once more, he saw the playful smile and the eager look that told him she was perfectly aware of her powers as a female. "Come here," he ordered gruffly. "Yes, Santa," she complied. She stood in front of him, her breasts at the perfect level with his face. He placed his hands under one of them and weighed it. With a thumb and a forefinger he kneaded her already stiff nipples until they became as hard as pebbles. A strangled moan burst from her lips when he pulled and then pinched each nipple. "You want me to suck on them, Amy?" "Please, Santa, yes," she replied, holding on to his 21
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shoulders and trying to bring him closer to her chest. "What will you do in return for this favor?" "Anything you ask, Santa." Satisfied with her answer, he took her right nipple into his mouth. She jumped against him. Tristan pressed her body to his. Her crotch rubbed against his chest, her juices spreading over his stomach, so wet was she. He lowered his hand down her back until it was resting over her ass. Gently he began to slide a finger over her crack. He groaned and tried to will away the thought of her warm pussy awaiting him. He remembered the mirror on the dresser. His back was to it, but she was able to watch everything. "Are you looking into the mirror, my little fairy?" "Yes, Santa." "Describe to me what you see, Amy." "I see your back, broad and strong. You have a tattoo on your shoulder. A white snowflake. Your ass is hard and chiseled, and I wish to bite into it, to test its strength. I see myself, too. My hair is a mess and I'm paler than usual. I see your head and I see my breast over your face and—" Amy let out a loud moan. While she spoke, he had introduced his finger inside her sopping pussy and had spread her lubrication down her backside until he slipped 22
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the digit inside her anus. "Please, Santa. Please, Santa." Tristan chuckled. He would love nothing more than to drive into her, but something told him to hold that thought a little longer. "Do you like my finger in your ass, Amy?" "Yes, yes, Santa." Her body shook uncontrollably against his. He licked her pink nipples and sucked hard on them while she rubbed herself against his chest, nudging her clit against his hard planes, desperately searching for some release. "Tsk, tsk, my little snow angel, I won't have you coming yet." "Santa!" she cried out in frustration. "You said you'd do something for me, Amy. What would you do?" He released his hold on her and Amy took a step back. She brushed her sweaty bangs away from her face and looked hard at him. "Anything you ask, Santa." "That's not the right answer, my dear gingerbread house." In a heartbeat, he flipped her over and smacked her hard on the butt. She cried out in surprise. "What would you do for me, Amy?" 23
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"Whatever is your pleasure, Santa." Again he slapped her. He was aware she was playing with him, unwilling to give out the right answer just to have him spank her. She mewled against his hand. Gently he caressed the red marks on her ass. Lower and lower his caresses dropped until he was cupping her sex. She hissed as he pushed a finger inside her. "You're so wet, Amy." He pushed another finger in. Amy began to rock her body against his hand. He placed a third finger inside her cunt, and she let out a cry as a small orgasm rattled her body. "Santa," she whispered, "I want to taste and pleasure you." "That's the correct answer, my dear star." Tristan climbed onto the bed next to Amy and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard. Their lips, tongues, and breaths mingled, while his hands took a trail of their own, enjoying the silky feel of her skin. After a moment, Amy disentangled herself from him. She reached over to her nightstand and opened a drawer. She came up with a condom. She looked him in the eye and winked. Tristan laughed. Slowly she wound her way down his body, dropping small butterfly kisses on his skin as she descended. When she reached his stiff member, she took it into her small hand, spreading the pre-cum glistening at the 24
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top. She swiftly opened the foil and rolled the latex over his firm cock. Tristan moaned, enjoying her gentle caress. He groaned when her soft mouth enveloped the tip of his cock. Torturously, slowly she took him in. Pleasure built inside him like a fire ravaging through wood. Her saliva dribbled from his shaft onto his balls and her teeth grazed his sensitive skin enough to cause pleasure and not pain. She lifted her head and lowered it, slowly at first, then began to speed up. "Christmas Tinsel!" Amy looked up from her task. "Christmas tinsel?" She laughed. "And I'm the one obsessed with Christmas?" Tristan stared at her, uncertain of what to say. Amy shook her head and climbed atop his body. Gently, she kissed his lips. "I've had enough games, Tristan. I want you inside me, now." Her voice was sugary, but a command nonetheless. Tristan nodded in acquiescence, rolled her over and pushed into her warmth. Amy moaned in pleasure as her legs wrapped around him. Her eyes closed and she grabbed his shoulders in an iron grip. "Deeper, Tristan," she whispered. Tristan said nothing. He complied with her wishes 25
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and pushed inside her velvet warmth until his cock was buried to the hilt. He gave her a moment to adjust before he began to thrust rhythmically. Amy responded to his movement, her hips lifting, beckoning him to fill her over and over again. He grabbed her hips and remembered how, barely a few hours ago, he had thought of doing this precise thing. He looked into her beautiful face. Colorful lights filtered through the open window and danced on Amy's skin. Tenderness gripped his heart for the girl in his arms. He kissed her ardently and increased his speed. Amy cried out in delight. "Tristan!" Her walls contracted around his cock as an orgasm shook her body. Her eyes opened wide and her nails dug into his skin. Unable to hold back any longer, with a grunt, he followed her release.
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CHAPTER FOUR Tristan awoke a few hours later. Amy lay fast asleep in his arms. Gently, he moved her aside and got out of bed. After stopping at the bathroom, he made his way into the living room. He didn't bother to turn on a lamp as he accommodated himself on the couch and switched on his laptop. Hurriedly, he entered the Santa Archives and found what he was looking for on page 97,560. Amy Donaldson. Born February 18, 1983. 28 years of age. Firm believer of Santa until she was 12. Today: Secret believer in the magic of Christmas. Dubious behavior throughout the year. There was a smiling picture of Amy next to the brief description. He quickly read over the achievements of the year worth mentioning on the Archives. The Santa Archives held files of all the citizens in the world who believed in Christmas and its magic. The files held a summary of the believer's accomplishments throughout the year. At the end of each year, depending on what the archives said, a person was included in the Nice, the
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Naughty, or the Uncertain List. Santa took care of the Nice List, Jeremy handled the Naughty, and he, Tristan, was in charge of verifying that those uncertain people fell into one category or the other. He looked over Amy's résumé again. For the love of the holidays, he couldn't find anything extraordinary that made Amy a candidate for the Naughty List, or even for the Uncertain list. He passed a hand through his hair. Then what in Santa's name was he doing here? Why had his boss sent him to investigate Amy? She was a gentle soul with a sense of humor and the hopes and dreams of a child. She was everything a man like him could want. She was the sort of girl he could take back home to the North Pole. The sort of girl to whom he could explain his job and his life, and she would understand. A gentle hand caressed his back. He snapped his laptop shut and put it aside. "Aren't you a silent one?" he said with a smile. "Like the reindeer during Christmas Eve." He heard her giggle and felt one of her fingers gently trace the tattoo on his back. "Why a snowflake?" "It's the symbol of the north. Snow, purity, Christmas. Do you like it?" "Yes," she said softly. "It's beautiful." She placed 28
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her hand over the ink and a shiver ran down Tristan's spine. Realization dawned on him as he looked out the window. The moon shone and he saw the outline of his boss, flying his reindeer like he did every Christmas Eve. "Amy, my boss is Santa Claus," he blurted out. Amy said nothing for a moment. She seemed to be pondering her answer. He decided to push forward. "I'm his assistant. I check the list for the people that are neither on the Nice or Naughty List, those who are in between. You were one of them." "Me?" Tristan cringed at the hurt in her voice. "Yes, but now I see why. You weren't really on my list, Amy. This was just one of my boss's ploys to grant a Christmas wish." "How?" Tristan smiled. His little snow angel didn't question what he was saying, she didn't throw him out like a lunatic, she just wanted to understand. "Come here; let me see your face." Amy stepped around the sofa and stood before him, naked. She was beautiful under the moonlight and the sparkling Christmas lights. She stared at him with wide eyes, silently asking for an explanation. Tristan's gaze roamed over her body and his desire grew at the sight of such a curvaceous form. He forced himself to focus on her 29
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face again. "Amy, your greatest wish is for Santa to watch you while you have sex, right?" "Well, it's more of a fetish," she murmured. "I can grant you that wish. That's why I was sent here." Amy's eyes widened even more. "Santa's going to watch?" Tristan nodded. Amy said nothing. Then she threw herself onto his arms. Tristan held her to him. Their lips met in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced like the flames of a fire as their arousal grew in unison. Tristan wasn't too keen on having his boss watch him, but if that was what Amy wanted, he would do it. "Straddle me, snow angel." Amy nodded. Seemingly out of nowhere, she produced another condom. Tristan laughed, realizing she had probably brought it along from the bedroom. She helped him put it on before sitting astride his lap. Aiding herself with one hand, she guided his rigid cock into her wet pussy. Tristan sighed contentedly at the contact. He fit so snugly inside her. The sensation was like coming home. Again, that thought, he realized. Twice already he'd thought of Amy as coming home. He shook his head slightly, trying 30
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to bid the thought to vanish and focus his sole attention on Amy and their lovemaking. She was rolling her hips against him in a slow, sensual gesture, which must have caused her clit to bump against him. He groaned as she kissed his lips, his jaw, his temple, and finally captured his earlobe between her teeth. Nipping softly, she licked the side of his ear, causing a shiver to run down his back. In retaliation he placed his hands on her ass, his fingers gently probing her crack. He heard her sharp intake of breath. She increased her speed. Tristan stared at her face; her eyes were half closed, her lips partly open. "You are beautiful, snow angel." Amy smiled and he thought his world had come to a stop. He captured her lush mouth in a kiss and she moaned against him. She began to shake and he knew she was close. She screamed out his name as her world shattered. He followed suit, reveling in the feeling of his cock buried in her pussy. "Ho-ho-ho!" They both turned in unison. Near Amy's Christmas tree, Santa stood watching them. "Santa!" "Merry Christmas, Amy, and Merry Christmas, Tristan." 31
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With a wave of his hand he was gone, several gifts left in his stead. Slowly, Amy rose from her position. Tristan unrolled the condom and set it aside to throw out later. He strode to the gifts. A small square package with a letter next to it, his name written in red ink, caught his eye. Amy watched him, amazement still drawn on her face. He opened the letter and began to read. My dear Tristan, For many long years you have aided me in finding those worthy to be on Santa's magical list. I believe I have never been able to thank you enough for those years of service
to myself
and
the
Christmas
community—until now. Amy is, as Cupid assured me, your soul mate. If you are uncertain, ask yourself this: have you not felt at home since the moment you saw her? She feels the same way about you, I am certain. You are both a lifetime gift to one another. My little voyeurism excursion was just a small extra present for Amy, just like I believe you will find in the box a nice little thing which will come in handy when you feel the moment is ready. 32
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Take some time off to be with her and make her happy. We look forward to having you both over soon. All the best, Santa Claus Tristan grinned. He didn't open the small package, knowing full well an engagement ring would be inside. He wanted the moment to be even more special for Amy, and now was not it. She still had a lot to understand. "What is it, Tristan?" Tristan did not reply. Instead, he pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily. She responded to his kiss as if there were no tomorrow. Picking her up, he twirled her in his arms. In the distance, they heard a hearty chuckle and the bells of eight reindeer flying through the sky. Amy laughed joyfully, and Tristan kissed her again. Amy looked up at him with happiness, love, and tenderness concentrated in those brown orbs. He didn't wonder anymore. He was truly home.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Usually shy and quiet, with either a book or notebook nearby, at first sight you might think that Elyzabeth is nothing more than a hard working student. However, at closer inspection, you might discover that behind her serene demeanor she might be concocting an elaborate fantasy of love and desire. Website: http://elyzabethmvaley.weebly.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ElyzabethMVaLey Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/ElyzabethVaLey Blog: http://www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/ Email:
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