Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky, with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her realise the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean, sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

I pushed open the loosened door and closed it behind me. Just beside the door was a black plastic seat, and on it was a note that read:

Welcome Caroline, please sit here and enjoy x

I followed the instructions and took in my surroundings. The door I’d come through was solid wood but opposite that was a bank of windows that pretty much stretched the whole length and width of the wall. This being London the light didn’t so much as stream in but kind of dodged its way round the clouds in a lazy fashion. So the room was a little dim and no lights were lit. The main event would happen, I believed, right in the middle of the office where a large, old-fashioned-looking table dominated the large room, set directly in the centre, faced towards the window.

I couldn’t see a computer monitor of any kind but over on the filing cabinet on the far wall was a laptop case. Mystery solved.

On the desk was a man. The man was blond and with my ninja-like skills of deduction I worked out it was Connor. The top half of him, the half that leaned over the polished tabletop was clothed in shirt and tie, looking fairly business-like. The bottom half of him was virtually naked. His trousers and underwear were tangled around his ankles. His buttocks were pinker than the rest of his pale skin and—

Matt’s hand slammed down into the flesh of Connor’s buttocks with a loud smacking sound. Connor’s arse wobbled and I jumped in my seat a little. I hadn’t expected that. I looked at Matt, still fully clothed with jacket and tie and the whole sexy office ensemble, plus a very determined look on his face. Stern almost but there was something else in the mix that softened it. I didn’t think Matt was really mad at his delicious blond bit of stuff. This was another one of their kinks. I was finding out a lot about their kinks considering how little time I’d spent interacting with them. “Now promise me you won’t do it again.”

“I won’t do it again, sir, I promise.” Connor gasped.

“It is just not professional, Connor. I don’t want to find you masturbating at your desk ever again, do you hear me?” Matt’s darker, tanned hand slapped the reddened arse before him. The flesh jumped and Connor yelped. It must have hurt. I winced in sympathy but my knickers dampened with my arousal.

“Yes, sir,” he whimpered. “I’m so sorry, sir, it’s just you’re so hot and I couldn’t stand the pressure any longer.” “Shall I make you work without trousers in future then?”

“No, sir, not that.”

“Well, stop complaining about your damn cock, boy, and man the hell up. Look, it’s fucking hard again now, isn’t it?” Matt reached under Connor’s prone body and grasped hold of his dick.

It was certainly hard. I’d noticed that. Hard and thick and just begging to be sucked. I sighed and rolled my fingers into fists in my lap. I had been invited to watch, not to join in.

“I’m sorry sir,” he whined. “I can’t help it.”

Matt rubbed his hand up and down Connor’s shaft. “You’re such a naughty slut aren’t you?” His other hand slapped lightly on Connor’s arse. He kept smacking and the pressure increased with each stroke.

I was mesmerised by the way Connor’s hips thrust in reaction to the punishment, forcing his cock through Matt’s darker fingers. The tempo lifted and I was certain by the tortured pleasure displayed on Connor’s face that he would come soon.

Matt abruptly let go and stopped spanking. How cruel of him. Poor Connor. “You don’t think you deserve an orgasm, do you, boy?”

“No, sir.” He gasped. His face told a different story. He had been so close and he still craved for that completion. Hell, I wanted it and I wasn’t the one with the blue balls. I wondered if they’d notice if I slipped my fingers down the front of my skirt. I desperately wanted to caress my aching clit. I knew I was there just to watch but I needed some relief too. I was certain they were too busy to notice what I did.

I quickly slid my hand down over my stomach and under my waistband, then waited as I checked if they had noticed. They hadn’t. I shuffled my fingers into my knickers and down into my damp cleft. Ah, sweet relief.

“And hello to you too, sweetheart,” He smirks and drops a soft kiss on my lips, “I have missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I sigh as he pushes the door to behind him and drops his briefcase on the floor, “it’s been too long.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to his hard, tall figure.

“Way too long, sorry babe, it’s manic at work right now, you know I don’t mean to neglect you, right?” he kisses me again and the fire instantly flames up inside me.

“I know,” I gasp as his lips slip down to my neck and nuzzle there, “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“Shall we go upstairs?” he asks with a cheeky squeeze of my buttocks. I yelp and giggle.

“Sure,” I reply, “just let me get the baby monitor.” I slipped from his arms and was pretty sure I heard him sigh but maybe I was imagining it. Joe loves me, of that I have no doubt but sometimes I do wonder how he really feels about Lucy. I pick up the baby monitor from the coffee table and slip it onto the shelf by Lucy’s pram. She’s still asleep, I guess I should be thankful for the fact she is a deep sleeper, I can even use the vacuum around her when she’s sleeping and she won’t wake up. I flip it on and adjust it to pick up any noise from that end.

When I walk back into my little hallway it is empty bar a long, heavy coat hanging on the end of the bannister. Joe certainly doesn’t hang about. Once again the fire is in my stomach and I race upstairs. I burst into the bedroom and Joe smiles. He’s lying on the bed in his boxers.

“Strip off and join me,” he says, “I am desperate for you.”

I smile and put the baby monitor down on the bedside table. I feel his stare on my skin as I pull off my clothes as fast as I can. I hear him gasp as my bra is loosened and pulled away and my breasts shift to their natural position on my chest. I push off my trousers and knickers and slide onto the bed bedside him.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned as he rolled over and pressed his naked flesh to mine, “this is what I’ve been dreaming of. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His hands cup my breasts as we kiss. I had missed him too but each day he would ring telling me he was working late, I understood but I was always disappointed. Being with him now makes up for that though as his hands skim over my hips and squeeze my buttocks as I push my pubis against his naked hardness. He must have stripped his boxers off when I was concentrating on undressing myself.

“I’ve missed you,” I gasped when he shifted his lips from my mouth to my neck, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know darlin’, I’ve missed you too. I miss this hot body, and this cute smile,” he runs his hand up and down my side then kisses my lips, “and I’ve longed to fuck you, you’re the best,” he presses me back into the pillows and slips between my thighs. Sometimes you want foreplay. You need the slow build up, the massages and the ticklingly soft touches and all the teasing and tempting and then other times the arousal is so strong, so powerful you just need to fuck. This was one of those other times.