Clarice POV
I smile before my eyes even open. I can't believe it's Christmas Eve. I don't think I've been this excited about Christmas since I still believed in Santa Claus. I giggle, and a strong arm tightens around me. "What has you giggling this morning, Mrs. Kringle," he asks. "Just thinking that this is my first Christmas, believing that Santa Claus is definitely real since I was a kid. Not even just believing it, but being able to touch Santa," I say and run my fingertips down his muscular back.
"Don't tease me Clarice. You know I don't care about being late, but you do. You are worth the tongue-lashing I'll get from my father," he says as he presses a kiss to my neck. His hand moves to my breast and I moan. I'm just about to tell him I'll take a tongue lashing from him when a kno
