Page 109 of Tinsel & Chrome

“I'm afraid not Mrs Claus, you need to be punished for that little stunt at the end...so, you're going to plop your sweet ass on this bike and behave until Santa gets you home to determine ifyou're on the naughty list and how you might be able to change that.

Sure enough he sets me on his precious Ruby. She and I have an understanding who the main girl is. I kick my leg over with a bit of effort. He quickly sits to hide my flashing but he does reach back to squeeze me as high as he can possibly reach. I rock because he knows where I want it.

I wrap my arms around and rake my nails as a sign of neediness. I moan and he revs Ruby, further taunting me. I feel him chuckling at my desperation.

I thought we'd be the only ones home since we left right after but color me embarrassed to hear commotion from Wicked and Kynlee's room.

I paused and screamed “Oh my God!” She always told me it would happen one day. I moved quickly to my room before my imagination conjured up any visuals. I slam the door and immediately turn on the radio. I hear the door open and see Bubba. “Naughty, naughty, Mrs. Claus.” I slammed the door in his face in my rush! I run my hands over my curves, pulling the dress down. “Take into consideration all the good I've done! This event, the money raised, the joy on their faces,“

“That...” He inches closer, “was lust. Pure unadulterated lust.” He growled. The same lust he had for his wife. Now pinned against the dresser, I tsk. “Now Santa, would that pertain to you as well? You could be considered on the naughty list...”

“Doesn't matter, I make the rules.” He stated matter of factly. He reached around my waist and spun me, my back against his chest until he put space between us to pull down my zipper. Slowly, to torture me. If it wasn't damn near vinyl I would have ripped it off myself. He could sense my impatience because his hand slid around my throat.

If I wasn't already worked up, I'm damn near whimpering for him to touch me. He obliges me with a kiss on my neck down to my shoulder.

“You were such a good girl tonight. Raising all that money at the expense of the club but we do anything for our club mother, some more than others...’

Referring to Demon, who owes me a new robe. I'm tacking a bill to his door.

“What would the club be without you? Where would I be without the absolute love of my life, my heartbeat? Nowhere.”

He spins me back to face him. I saw the adoration in his eyes. It didn't matter how absurd or off the wall my idea was, they never hesitated. I was the lucky one to have such a caring family and wonderful husband.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, Bubba.”

He surprises me, scooping me and my half way unzipped dress up into his arms. “Tonight, I want to hear my real name when you scream it.”

He growled and I squealed, “Oh, Rocco!”