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  Dan left their meeting, his driver taking him home. He did a lot of thinking on the way, praying she'd still be there waiting for him. If she'd left him, he'd seek her out and beg her to take him back. Please, Noelle, be there...

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  Noelle took a tour of the huge Southern mansion, more in love with it and its owner than ever. It had an elegant air to it and she lost herself in images of past Christmas celebrations.

  "Is there anything I can get you, Miss Becke?"

  "Not at the moment,” she started then paused.

  "Miss?"

  "Can you find me several yards of very wide red satin ribbon?"

  "I believe I can,” he said. “Shall I get a huge bow also?"

  "That would be perfect,” she said, smiling.

  "I'll return shortly,” he stated. “By the way, thank you."

  "For?"

  "Making him happy. He's been alone for a long time and I'd about given up hope he'd ever find someone to settle down with."

  "May I ask what happened?"

  "He'd asked one of the society debs to marry him. The morning of the wedding, he got a note asking him to meet her. He went and found her in bed with his best man. It shattered him which is why his meeting today bothered him so much. He didn't want to have it happen again."

  "But I..."

  "I can guarantee he's sweating bullets praying you'll be here when he gets home."

  "If you get the things I asked for, he'll have a huge surprise when he comes home."

  "Right away, Miss,” Sloane said, leaving her to get what she wanted. Ideas ran rampant in her mind as a plan settled into shape. She went to the kitchen asking the cook to prepare a quiet intimate dinner for two to be served about nine.

  "I can handle warming it,” she told the woman.

  "Yes, ma'am."

  She walked into the living room and chose the tree she wanted to use for her plans.

  "Here's the bow and the ribbon, Miss."

  "Thank you, Sloane,” she said. “Do you and the others have plans?"

  "Mister Elfman gave us the rest of the day off once we made sure you'd be all right."

  "Then enjoy because right now I see perfection."

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  Dan walked in the door, the house dark save the Christmas trees and other lights. He felt sick figuring Noelle had left, already sick of his inconsistent attentions. He'd given the staff the afternoon and evening off, the house silent.

  Hanging his coat over the banister, he slowly started up the stairs to spend the rest of his holiday wondering how to save things. How the hell do I fix this?

  "Where are you going?"

  "What?” he said, frozen where he stood and wondering if his imagination played games with him.

  "I asked ‘where are you going?’ I've been waiting for you."

  "But...” he stammered. “Where are you?"

  "I'm in here,” she said, Dan following the music of her soft voice into the living room.

  "Noelle, forgive me. I ... Oh, my God."

  "I hope you like it. With the stores closed, I couldn't get you a proper gift."

  "It's the best gift I've ever gotten. Thank you,” he said, hurrying across the room toward the Christmas tree. “You're beautiful."

  Noelle sat next to the tree, wrapped in satin ribbon with a huge red bow covering her breasts. His cock throbbed, his body pleading for hers.

  "Unwrap me,” she said, her seduction overwhelming him.

  He went to her, Dan throwing his jacket over the couch along with his tie. By the time he got to her, he'd stripped out of his clothes to stand naked before her in the light of the fire burning in the fireplace. The firelight glistened from the lavaliere and the diamond ring, her eyes ablaze with desire. She handed him a glass of champagne, Dan downing it then throwing it into the fire, the glass breaking.

  "Wow!"

  Slowly, he pulled the ribbon, the wide satin leaving her naked except for the bow which she'd deliberately kept separate. He pushed it up, her breasts falling into his hands while he kissed her. He suckled each nipple, firming them more.

  "Thank you."

  "For?"

  "Being here. I thought you'd be gone and..."

  "Why? It's your job and you. I love you, Dan, and I would never leave you because you had to take care of an emergency."

  "Even if I can't talk about it?"

  "Yes."

  "You're gorgeous, woman."

  "Then fuck me senseless as only you can. I want to be fucked in every room like you said and we can make it."

  "I love your bluntness."

  "I work in law—too wordy. I like getting straight to the point."

  "Good."

  "Dan, I want to quit my job,” she said, randomly.

  "Why?"

  "You've given me a beautiful gift and I want to nurture it. I want this to work and if we're blessed, I want children. I can't do that working in a law office."

  "I would never ask you..."

  "My decision,” she said matter-of-factly.

  "Then this means I get to have Noelle under my tree every year?"

  "You get Noelle every day and whenever you want me."

  Dan removed the bow and pulled her on his lap. She straddled his hips, his cock easily sliding into her pussy. She rode him while he laved her nipple then the other. Her pace became fiercer, Dan rolling her to her back so he could match it.

  "Harder,” she begged, realizing how much she loved and needed his raw brutal prowess pounding her body.

  "Anything,” Dan said, his cock filling her.

  Their lips met when his release exploded, filling her with the essence of his soul. Their tongues danced erotically, the heat between them phenomenal. Beads of moisture ran down the length of her body, dripping on his heated skin. Their love sizzled, both needing what the other gave them.

  "Dan!” she screamed.

  "Don't ever leave me,” he begged.

  "How could I leave my personal elf? This Noelle would be nowhere without him."

  "You vixen."

  "You've brought it out in me. I never knew this side of my personality before. I've always been so..."

  "I love your wild side,” he said, feathering kisses along her neck. “Don't ever change."

  "I swear I won't just as long as you don't either."

  "Never, my love,” he assured her.

  "Then take me to bed."

  "What about dinner?'

  "It's taken care of."

  "What did you do?"

  "I had Cook make an intimate dinner for two which I could heat up later—if we decide to eat."

  "Feed me, woman, and I'll let you know."

  "I like the way you think."

  Chapter 5

  One Year Later

  "You're beautiful."

  "Thank you,” Noelle Elfman said, brushing her blonde hair out and checking her reflection. “Are you sure this looks..."

  "Gorgeous—all eyes will be on you."

  "You're biased."

  "I am and proud of it."

  While they talked, his fingertips slid under the sides of her haltered dress, teasing her nipples. She melted to his touch, loving him more and moaning contentedly.

  "Keep this up, and we'll be absentee hosts."

  "Works for me,” he said, then kissed her neck.

  He spun her around, undid the halter then suckled her nipples.

  "I want you on edge."

  "I always am when I'm with you,” she said. She placed her hand over his cock smiling.

  "I love what you do to me."

  She laughed, throwing her head back. Her hair draped over his neck, he felt a little shiver of anticipation run through him. The heat intensified before they stopped, Noelle fixing her dress and make-up.

  In the year since their first Christmas, Noelle and Dan married. She quit her job and began learning the shipping business, the Elfmans inseparable. Dan launched a new freighter—The Noelle 2—expanding his business holdings.
They opened the house to parties and spent time in the Keys enjoying life. With the company on solid ground, everything sailed on an even keel, Dan and Noelle the happiest they'd ever been.

  They went downstairs to greet their guests, the Elfmans hosting the annual Christmas party in their home for the first time in years.

  "You outshine all the elegant decorations,” Dan told her.

  "And all the women will be wondering why I'm so lucky."

  "If only they knew."

  "Do you want your gift now?"

  "It's not Christmas yet."

  "I don't care, I can't wait."

  "Noelle?"

  She placed his hand on her stomach, pressing it close. She gazed up at him, grinning.

  "Merry Christmas, Dan—from both of us."

  "You're..."

  She nodded.

  He picked her up, spinning her around, their laughter filling the room.

  "I love you!” he yelled, then kissed her. “You've given me everything I could ever want and more."

  "It's your gift to me, too,” she reminded him. “We're both there."

  "True,” he agreed, pulling her close, holding her while kissing her hair. “You've made me whole."

  "Then let's get this party started so we can celebrate the right way when it's over."

  "As always, my vixen is perfect."

  "And your little elf will be, too."

  He laughed, joy filling the old house. Life would return to it and all because of a blind date one year earlier.

  They met their guests, both wishing they could duck out for their own private party. They heard comments about how much in love they were and smiled.

  Once it ended, they celebrated—Dan, Noelle and their future elf—life perfect.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Christy Poff lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and two kids—her teenage daughter (a college freshman) and her son who serves in the Air Force. Stationed in Minot, North Dakota—he is thankfully only a cell phone call away.

  Previously, she wrote news articles for local newspapers and regional firefighting publications. With her articles, she added photography to her pieces. Writing for several years, she has a deep respect for the Civil War and has done extensive research into the times. This love and research have resulted in several Civil War novels including CHASE FOR AN ANGEL which was born from this love and released in March, 2006. Others will follow.

  She loves old cities with history like Charleston and New Orleans, the wide-open spaces of Wyoming and the Dakotas, the beauty of a Maine sunrise plus seeing the rest of the U.S. and western Canada.

  A volunteer firefighter for over twenty-five years, she's been able to use her experience in several published works for others and even in some of her own work.

  People wonder what she writes to—Brooks and Dunn, Gary Allan, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Harry Connick or whoever strikes her mood at the time. She loves to watch Iron Chef on the Food Network, CSI:Miami and reruns of Nash Bridges, Miami Vice, Night Court and JAG.

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