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  Santa Baby

  Tracey Carter

  Santa Baby 2019 by Tracey Carter

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Santa Baby

  1. Monica

  2. Monica

  3. Monica

  4. Jason

  5. Monica

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  About the Author

  Blurb

  They know exactly what to tell Santa they want this Christmas.

  Jason

  All I planned to do was take my daughter to see Santa at the mall, but his too hot elf helper has me wanting to jingle her bells. When her jerk of a coworker tries to move in on my territory, it is time to show her how protective I can be. She is mine and only mine.

  Monica

  I may have been desperate to take this elf gig, but it becomes all worth it when the Christmas miracle of Jason walks into my life. He is sweet, caring, and makes me tingle. I want to be his ho ho ho for Christmas.

  Maybe together we can create the Merriest of Christmases.

  Santa Baby

  An Older Man Younger Woman, BBW, Interractial, Steamy, Sweet Christmas Romance

  Tracey Carter

  Chapter One

  Monica

  When I signed up to be a Christmas elf at the mall, I knew it was an act of desperation. I'm low on extra money for the Christmas season and all the extra expenses that go toward presents and the high electricity bills that all the decorations cause. I assumed that there would be two major good sides to this job.

  The first thing is getting the chance to spread some Christmas cheer.

  I love Christmas. It has always been one of my favorite holidays from when I was a kid. Even now as an adult, I can't help but relish in the sights and sounds and even smells of Christmas. Just closing my eyes and imaging the smell of baking cookies, fir trees, and a crackling fire is usually enough to put me in a good mood all year round.

  The second thing I was looking forward to is the chance to see the same kind of Christmas spirit I feel in the eyes of hundreds of little kids. What little kid doesn't love Christmas? The excitement of getting to tell Santa exactly what you want for Christmas and getting to build snowmen and have snowball fights? It is the best time of year.

  But most of the kids that come to North Pointe Mall seem to be the strange kind that doesn't like Christmas. They grumble about being dragged by their parents to see Santa and complain about the pictures. The worst ones shout rude things to the Santa on staff. Mind you, he isn't the most pleasant person to be around outside of his Santa persona, but the kids don't know that.

  It is all enough to put a little bah humbug in my Christmas spirit.

  But I continue to put my brave face on and cheerfully greet the kids even though I can feel Santa's eyes on my ass all day.

  Every once in awhile, though, there is a child that makes it worth it. A kid that comes up with the look of hope that maybe Santa will bring them exactly what they want this year. I live for those kids.

  Today, I see one of those kinds of kids in line. Cute little cherub girl, maybe around five years old with curly blonde hair pulled back with a red headband. She wears an angelic little white dress that is going to look fabulous in her picture with Santa. Even from the stage where I stand waiting for the current customer to finish his wishlist for Santa, I can see her bright blue eyes filled with excitement.

  It warms my heart.

  The man that is escorting her doesn't even come to my notice until they are next in line and I go up to them to bring her to Santa. He is what my momma would call a tall drink of water. Over six feet tall and the same piercing baby blues as the little girl, who I assume is his daughter. Unlike her blonde hair, he has dark brown shaggy hair and a five o'clock shadow to match it. Sexy doesn't begin to describe him.

  I give him the same bright smile I reserve for all the parents and take her hand.

  "Are you ready to meet Santa?" I ask.

  She nods her head eagerly and I bring her up to Santa to get her wishes taken care of. Just like most other kids, she immediately starts to rattle off a list of toys and outfits and random things that she has seen over the past year that she wants.

  The little girl is so full of energy and excitement, I am instantly charmed. Her cheeks are rosy red and her eyes sparkle. I take a second to glance over to her father and see that instead of watching his daughter his eyes are on me.

  The blue was intense before they were on me, but now, they look as though they have the power to peer into my very soul. If I wasn't so dark skin, I know I would be flushed red. I give him a shy smile and he smiles back. I have to quickly turn my attention back to his daughter as she finishes up her lists or I am liable to do something that I probably shouldn't.

  When she is done, I give her the candy cane that every child gets when they finish their visit and let her take her picture with me and Santa before taking her back down to her father.

  He gives me another smile, this time grateful and says "Thanks" in the sexiest voice I've ever heard.

  Jason

  When Molly and I got home, I still couldn't get the cute elf from the mall out of my mind.

  "Daddy, are you going to hang up my picture?" Molly asks me.

  I look down at the center of my world and reply, "Of course, darling." It was the perfect excuse to get a chance to look at that beautiful elf. Going along with what she wanted, I brought the picture and the cheap little frame it came in, to the living room where our massive Christmas tree is located. I pick a spot in our personal cluster of family photos are located. Grabbing a hammer and nail, I get to work.

  Molly watches excitedly as I make sure the picture is hung perfectly straight. She bounces up and down in excitement as I step away and we both survey my handiwork.

  "It looks perfect, Daddy."

  I smile down at her. "I am glad you approve, princess. So, did you make sure that you told Santa Claus everything you want for Christmas? That list seemed mighty long. I'm not sure Santa will be able to carry all of that in his sleigh."

  "Yeah, I told him everything. And it's okay if he can't get me all of what I asked for. As long as he gets me-" Molly abruptly cuts herself off and looks up at me in horror. "I did forget something and it was the mostest important thing!" She grabs my hand and tugs on it. "Daddy, we have to go back now!"

  I look at the clock, but there is no way we will get to the mall before the Santa station is closed. I know it is silly to be willing to go back there just so my little girl could get her wish to a fake Santa, but this is the first time she has been this excited since her mother passed away a little over a year ago. I would do anything to keep that smile on my little girl's face.

  "I'm sorry, sweetie, but it is too late to go today, but I promise you we will go tomorrow. Santa will still be there and able to hear what you want."

  Molly looks disappointed, but she nods her head. "Okay, daddy."

  It is completely inappropriate but my eyes go back to the picture on the wall of Molly with Santa. Maybe, if I am lucky, Daddy will be able to get a Christmas wish of his own. One involving an incredibly sexy Christmas elf.

  Chapter Two

  Monica

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sp; "These shoes pinch and this elf dress would be much more suited for alone time with my no-existent boyfriend, but at least the hours are decent," I complain to my friend, Angel. She is big pregnant with her fiancé's baby and could not be happier even though she is ready to pop at any moment.

  She nods her head in sympathy. We are sitting in the food court of the mall while I am on my break. Technically, I'm not supposed to eat lunch in uniform where potential customers can see me, but today I can't bring myself to care. Angel came to do some Christmas shopping at the mall, and I happened to have my lunch break, so it seemed like a great chance to catch up with one of my closest friends.

  "I am happily taken, but I know you are at least getting to look at some DILFs while you wrangle then kids," she teases.

  My mind automatically goes to the man with the piercing blue eyes from yesterday. "Well," I say, stretching the word out.

  Angel leans forward, a smile playing at her lips. "Well? I'm listening."

  "Yeah, there are a lot of cute dads, but there was one guy that really got my attention yesterday. He had dark brown hair and the most amazing blue eyes. He must be a little older because there was some gray in his beard."

  "Ain't nothin' wrong with a little older," Angel says. "Don't forget Lucas was my teacher when I was still in high school and look how happy we are."

  I nod along. "You are right. And I've always kind of had a thing for older guys. But this man. I don't know, there was something about him that just was magnetic. I wanted to go over to him and let him have his way with me right there in Santa's Workshop."

  Me and Angel burst out laughing at the idea. There is no shame in having a healthy fantasy every once in a while.

  "So what is it about him that is so 'magnetic'?"

  "I don't know how to explain it. There was just this pull he had. And the way he interacted with his daughter was so sexy. Nothing like a man that knows how to be a good father. Not enough of those kinds out there."

  "Sad but true."

  "His little girl, I think I remember her saying her name is Molly, was just too adorable. Big blue eyes like her daddy, but curly blonde hair. She was one of the few kids genuinely excited to see Santa and tell him everything she wanted."

  The alarm on my watch starts to buzz and I sigh. "Time to get back to the grind." We say our goodbyes and go our separate ways, promising to call each other tonight.

  When I get back to Santa's Workshop, I see a short line has already started to form of parents and kids waiting for Santa and his faithful elf to get off their lunch break and back to accepting all of the Christmas lists from good little boys and girls. Though, Monica firmly believed many of these kids deserved a piece of coal in their stocking from the way they behaved in front of her.

  Much to her surprise, there was a pair of familiar faces right in the front of the line. Molly and her DILF of a dad were back for a second round with Santa.

  "Molly, you're back," I exclaim. Oh goodness, I hope that is her name.

  I apparently remember correctly, because she beams up at me. "You remembered me."

  "Of course I did. It's my job as an elf to remember all of the little children. And who could forget one as adorable as you? Did you forget something on your wish list?"

  Her eyes wide, she nods with such earnestness, it takes a lot to not laugh. "I forgot the most importantest thing and I gotta tell him."

  "I will make sure that you get to give him such an important message."

  As soon as our Santa comes back and I open the gate, Molly runs up to him, doesn't wait for the pleasantries and whispers something in his ear.

  Usually, it takes a lot to surprise him, but his bushy white eyes rise and surprise and he looks over at Molly's father. When she finishes whispering, she hops off his lap, not bothering with her photo op and running back to her father.

  I walk over, fully under the charm of this kid. "Did you get everything off your chest this time?"

  "Yup!"

  "That's great."

  A male clears his voice. "Now there is something to get off my chest." I look to Molly's father, surprised that he is speaking. "My name is Jason, I'm Molly's father, and I have to confess, when Molly said she needed to come back, I was relieved that I didn't totally lose my chance. I have to have the opportunity to take you out on a date."

  My eyes widen. I wasn't expecting this man- Jason_ to speak to me, but if I had, it would not have been to take me out. I'd heard about tons of elves crushing on the hot moms and dads that come through the line, but never in all of the seasonal lore of the job had I heard of one of us actually going out with one of them.

  He is starring at me, expecting an answer, and I guess I have to give him one. Numbly I nod my head.

  Somehow his smiles becomes even brighter. "Great! What time do you get off tonight? I can drop Molly off at her grandmother's and pick you up later."

  "Tonight?" I ask. He can't mean to go out that quickly. But he does.

  "I see no reason to wait to go after what I want, and I want you." He hands me his phone and instructs to put my information in there, then sends me a text so I can have his number.

  "I get off at 6 and don't live too far from here. We can meet at 7:30."

  Jason shakes his head. "Call me old fashion, but I don't believe in that meeting up mess. A man should pick up his lady and take her places. Send me your address and I will be there at 7:30. I suggest wearing something warm."

  Chapter Three

  Monica

  That's why at 7 tonight I am standing in front of my bed debating between three different sweaters. Do I wear my soft cream sweater, the goofy Christmas one, or the subtly festive red one? I refuse to admit just how long it takes me to make my decision, but I do make it and pull on the cream sweater.

  Patting down any folds, I admire myself in the mirror. The cream color plays well off of my dark brown skin. Since it is a mid-thigh length sweater, I pair it with some heather gray leggings and throw on a pair of black boots.

  I must take longer than I thought, because all too soon, my doorbell rings and I am rushing to my apartment door to answer. Jason stands in the doorway smiling down at me. "Hey."

  "Hey."

  Butterflies flutter in my stomach. How is this man so handsome?

  I don't know what to expect for this first date. It doesn't help that I know almost nothing about the man I am with, except that he has the most adorable little daughter and the sexiest dimples. Still, there is something about him that makes me want to trust him. That makes me feel safe in his presence.

  When we pull up to a local park, I am still a little confused. The entire ride her, we chatted and learned a little about each other, like how Jason has an office job that pays the bills but isn't his dream and that Molly's mother passed away the year before. He is basically an open book about everything except one thing: what we are doing tonight.

  In the park, he leads me to an area that is full of bright lights and I can hear laughter coming from just beyond the trees. When I see where we are, I am glad he kept it as a surprise.

  "Oh my goodness," I exclaim. "I haven't been ice skating in years."

  Jason grabs my hand and we walk to the skate rental line with our fingers intertwined.

  "It is something I love to do with Molly, but I thought it would be a fun activity for us, too. A little ice skating and hot chocolate." A sly grin spreads across his face. "I was actually hoping you'd never been before, so I could have an excuse to hold your hand all night."

  "Well," I say slowly. "It has been a while. Maybe you should hold my hand just in case."

  I feel so silly but exhilarated. I haven't flirted so obviously like this before, but I've also never been around a man that made me want to before. Jason has this magnetism to him that just draws me into his orbit.

  Skating with Jason is magical. Even though the rink is fairly crowded with families and other people on dates, it is almost as if none of them are there. They all fade away into nothingness and it
is just the two of us on the ice, holding hands under the stars. And when we take breaks from skating, sitting on the side benches drinking our hot chocolate, we talk and talk running out of nothing to say.

  I feel so silly having such a fun time doing something so simple. Maybe that is why I find myself inviting him to the Christmas party that Santa's Workshop is going to throw the weekend before Christmas to celebrate the holiday and the end of the work season.

  "It probably won't be much fun," I find myself hedging, "but the invite is open if you want to come."

  "I can't imagine it not being fun if you are on my arm."

  Jason

  The way Monica smile brightens when I say that makes me know that speaking the truth was the right choice. Tonight has been so wonderful, a part of me has been scared it is all a dream.

  Too soon, the ice rink closes and it is time for me to take Monica home. I have to get up early tomorrow and should have taken her home hours ago, or better yet, waited until the weekend to schedule our date, but being tired in the morning will be completely worth it.

  I drive her back home, but when we get in the driveway neither one of us makes a move to separate for the evening.

  "I had a good time tonight," she says shyly. "I wish it didn't have to end."

  Taking a chance, I say exactly what is on my mind. "It doesn't have to."

  Her brown eyes go wide and search mine. I can see when she decides to go along with my suggestion. She nods along and reaches for the door handle. When she gets out she quirks an eyebrow at me. "Well, are you coming or not?"