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“So, what did he say?”

“He said no guy wants to do that stuff with the girl he’s going to marry. He said he didn’t want a slutty whore mothering his kids.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. You dodged a fucking bullet. So what did you do when you walked in on them?”

“I left quietly and told him to be out of my condo by the time I got home from work.”

“And was he?”

“No, but he is now. He took his time.”

“That bastard! I will string him up by the balls myself.”

And I wanted to help her string him up, I thought, just as the door opened and the man with my suit walked in, giving me a glimpse of the two women that had been talking.

The one with red hair turned to look at me, her big blue eyes skimming my face and upper body before they landed on my boxers — specifically the Christmas present that covered the fly. Her face instantly flushed red, and I smiled just as the man shut the door. I didn’t need to guess which voice belonged to Little Red, I knew.

The only other thing I heard after rustling around and getting my suit on was thatLittle Redhad said she was going to marry Santa Claus when she grew up as a little girl and that damn well turned my grumpy-ass mood right around. It also convinced me exactly who was coming up on stage with me tonight. Because somewhere deep in my crusty heart, I knew, I just knew,Iwas going to marry that girl. And that was insanity because marriage was abstract for me, a nice idea for future—distant future—Kristoffer Larson to consider.

Ten minutes later, I was backstage, completely bad-mood free, ready for the show, and watching her. She looked completely out of place amongst the women cheering and dancing with my elves. And I wasn’t saying that in a judgmental way, because all that cheering, dancing, and happiness was paying for a lot of children’s Christmas wishes. It was also a source of pride to be able to provide a safe outlet for women to explore their sexuality openly without men making them feel as if they weren’t entitled to feel like sexual beings. But there was something about the way Little Red was so shy that captivated me.

Even when she was participating at the urging of the bride, taking a shot off Bo, Little Red seemed to hold back. And after everything I’d overheard, I intended to make sure she let loose.

Chapter Three

Emily

“Hello, ladies! I’m Bo,” one of the elves standing near the door said, with a wide grin. “Who’s up for a shot?”

Madeline put her arm up, pointing a finger down between us. “We are!” she yelled.

I shook my head and the elf winked at me. My face heated. He was gorgeous and muscular with beautiful brown skin, a wide smile, and excited deep-set brown eyes.

“I don’t drink!” I shouted over the music.

“You do tonight,” Bo said with a brow wiggle. “Now lick me right here, sexy girl,” the elf’s deep voice coaxed, as he pointed to his sculpted left pec.

It was right then I knew I’d lost my ally in Charlotte because she whistled from her chair in the middle of the stage.

“Do it, Memmy! It tastes so much better from there. And what the bride says goes!”

And so, my belly warm from the mint liqueur, my face hot with embarrassment, and the bridal party cheering me on, I covered my eyes with a palm, stuck my tongue out flat, andlicked the elf’s pec like he was an ice cream cone. When I peeked through my fingers, Bo was making his man-boob flex and dance. He tasted a little like coconut oil and sin.

My sister licked Bo’s other pec and another handsome elf, this one a blond with a wiry build, salted Bo’s chest where we’d licked. Bo took both of our hands and ran them down his hard washboard abs while he did some gyrating dance moves and the ladies cheered him on.

“Lick me, ladies,” he demanded. We gave each other the side-eye, laughed, and licked the salt off him. The blond elf, who had salted Bo, handed us each a shot and we downed them.

I hissed, wincing, but there was no time to relish in the burn because Bo pushed my head down to his well-endowed sparkly briefs where he held the lime wedge so close to his Christmas package I instantly thought of the saying,it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye.

“Suck the lime, sexy girl.”

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and obeyed the elf while he thrust his skillful hips toward my face and the crowd catcalled.

I stood upright just as my sister finished sucking the blond elf’s lime.

After that the night was a bit of a blur. At least until a dance club version ofSanta Claus is coming to towncame on through the speakers and one of the elves announced Santa’s arrival.

“Hey Ladies! My name’s Ryder, and when I’m not working in Santa’s workshop, I’m at my ranch in Alberta riding broncos and taming saucy mares.” He followed this with some dance moves that heated way more than my cheeks.