Nicole's Secret Santa
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by Vanessa Devereaux
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: It's not been a great year sex wise for Nicole...lousy lovers and lack of one single orgasm. However, it's Christmas Eve, that magical time of the year and things are about to change. When she gets locked into the storage room with a guy that looks a lot like Clark Kent, she soon discovers he's super in lots of ways and just like Santa has a surprise or two waiting for her.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [28 KB]
Reading time: 14-20 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"I hate to do this to you especially on Christmas Eve, but I'm desperate."
Jilly from marketing stood in the doorway of my office just past noon and pleaded her case. Her family wanted to hit the road in an hour, and she needed someone to stay and give the area supervisor an impromptu tour of our facility.
She's one of my favorite co-workers, and as I wasn't going anywhere this Christmas, I thought it best that I volunteer. Sort of my good Karma thing for the festive season. No, that wasn't entirely true. I was the only other employee left in the place.
"You run along, and I can show him around," I said.
"You're an angel. Have yourself a wonderful Christmas."
Just what had I got myself into?
I remembered the supervisor's last visit here. He'd been a miserable old man with breath that smelled like the cross between an ashtray and brewery. Seemed he had nothing better to do on Christmas Eve. Maybe he was really Scrooge.
"Hello, anyone here." A man's voice called out from the hallway.
Speak of the devil.
I headed out of my office and bumped smack into his chest. Wow, this guy definitely didn't look the character from the Charles Dickens novel. More like someone from the sexy calendar that hung on Jilly's wall. This guy was cute. Six feet two, broad shoulders, dark hair, blue eyes...and his breath smelled like candy canes.
"Can I help you?" I asked, realizing I was staring and possibly drooling, too.
"Yes, I'm Dale Harding, the area supervisor."
"You can't be."
"What, Dale Harding or the area supervisor?"
"No, I mean..." I wasn't sure what I meant because for some reason he made me nervous. My hands were sweaty, and my heart beat faster. I looked up at him. He reminded me of Clark Kent with his black-rimmed glasses and the business suit complete with white shirt and dark navy blue tie. "The area supervisor is..."
"Is...was Mr. Smith."
There I'd managed to get it out.
"He was fired."
"Are you going to stand there and repeat everything I say?"
"No, no, it's just come as a shock to me. I mean..."
He looked at his watch. "If we could just get on with the tour because I have a plane to catch in a few hours."
"Of course. Where would you like to start?"
"Let's head to the storage area."
I turned and headed down the hallway, him close on my heels. I got a whiff of his cologne or aftershave, and I don't know why but its spicy undertone made me think of sex.
Not too surprising really as these days everything had me obsessing about getting horizontal. Maybe because I've been too long without it. Well, not sex, just an orgasm. My last two lovers hadn't done a thing for me. The previous guy I'd been with didn't even know where to find my clit or he didn't know that I had one.
I turned around to check if Dale was still behind me and hadn't gotten lost. He'd removed his glasses and was cleaning them as we walked along. Yeah, this guy had potential. I glanced at his crotch.
That looked pretty interesting, too. Nice size bulge.
Shit, what was wrong with me?
"We've had a really good holiday season considering the economic climate right now," I told him. I took out my security card and passed it through the scanner. The door opened to another hallway.
"We're heading down to the main storage room where all the gift basket components are brought in before they go to the franchisees."
He didn't seem in the least bit interested, but maybe he was just thinking about getting in and getting out of here. Probably had a woman waiting for him back home.
I opened back the door, and he held it for me.
"Please, you first," he said.
At least he was more polite and gentlemanly than his predecessor. I stepped inside and turned to warn him not to shut the door--
Its loud slam sounded around the room, and it had obviously locked before I could warn him about its temperamental nature.
"Don't suppose you happened to turn the latch on the door clockwise, did you?" I asked.
"No. How would I possibly have known to do that?"
"It's just that it locks automatically. Five people have been shut in here so far. One of them overnight."
"You mean you don't have a key or a security card to get us out?"
I shook my head. "And we don't have access to the dock doors once the guys in the warehouse area head home which they did a few hours ago."
He pulled out his cell phone.
"Don't bother to--"
"To what?" he asked.
"To use that because we can't get any reception in here. Concrete walls. Everyone's who been locked in here discovered that, too."
"Shit," he said.
He pulled out a notebook and began writing. "This is a little reminder to tell the management to get the lock changed and to recommend that your employment be terminated for not telling me about the door. I'm going to miss my flight home because of you."
"Look, I'm sorry I forgot to warn you. Mistake anyone could make."
"Did it really slip your mind, or was it your way of getting me all alone in here?"
I took a couple of swallows. Had I been that shallow and obvious when I'd checked out the way he filled out his pants so nicely?
"I saw the way you've been looking at my crotch since the moment we met."
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but I couldn't. I was guilty as charged. Maybe subconsciously I wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with this guy. However, I couldn't let him know that, and as I attempted to debate the issue with him, he kissed me.
Dale backed me against the wall, all the time his mouth on mine. My butt smacked on the concrete. It hurt a little, but I didn't care. Our tongues dueled as his chest brushed mine and his erection pushed my belly. Wow, was I about to get fucked before I was fired or what?
He pulled his mouth away but not his body. That still pinned me to the wall.
"That was really naughty of you not to tell me about the lock, and now we're stuck in here for Christmas."