Romans & histoires Santa Clause 2 Bernard

“Yes, tonight. And wear something decent for once.” I rolled my eyes automatically. “You say that like I dress like a stripper.” If only he knew. “This is important,” he continued. “My friend’s son is flying in for Christmas.” “What friend?” “Patrick Laurent.” The name sounded vaguely familiar. “He was supposed to surprise us for the holidays, but your mother and I already booked that Aspen trip this weekend. So you’ll host him instead.” Something about the way he said man instead of boy made me pause. “And Ivy?”

Marcus explained. "I want the information by tomorrow noon," Bryce said sounding unhappy that he had to wait but alas it was just a couple of hours more. Bernard had also left his home heading for the bunny club whose location Susan had shared with him earlier. At the club, he found a place, parked his car and walked towards the bar. "I am looking for Alejandro," Bernard said to the man at the gate. "¿Quién pregunta?" came the voice of a tall, masculine man with tattoos all over.

Santa's hands slid down, cupping her full breasts through the fabric, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked, hard and aching. Dory's breath hitched, a moan escaping as she turned her head to capture Santa's mouth. His beard tickled her skin, the kiss deep and claiming, tongue sweeping in like he owned her secrets. Jingle knelt, yanking her skirt up and panties down in one tug, exposing her pale ass and the slick folds of her pussy, already glistening in the firelight.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

Claude stayed alert in case this was some other sort of plan. "It has to be," Ria affirmed. "Why else would she be acting nice towards you?" she further added. Claude already knew this so she just nodded and listened to their conversation. "The beach?" Denver said. "It's too cold," Tasha replied. "I'm team beach brah! Would love to see ladies in" "Stop it'' Tasha shoved Eric and he laughed out loud with Denver. "Claude, where do you want to go?" Anywhere but here. "Anyplace will be fine except hiking" she replied.

BACK AT THE hotel, Clare headed straight for the mini-bar to calm her frazzled nerves. Francesca and Clare had waited for two hours at the club before the waiters finally showed up but now Jean and Bertrand were comfortably ensconced on the green leather sofa, with Francesca between them. She had her leg crossed towards Bertrand, her shoeless foot twitching predatorily, brushing from time to time against his trousered calf. Clare opened another bottle of champagne and filled four glasses. She sat down opposite the other three but wasn’t on her own for long.

Hayley added slowly turning her gaze to Claire. "Yes, could be." Claire said still looking outside the glass window. "You know Santa Claus isn't ugly right?" Alec said catching his breath. "Yea right!" Hayley scoffs slightly elevated.

“ Of course, it would be my pleasure, Maria.” Clara helped her stepmother clear the pots and dishes from the table as they finished their lunch. A few latecomers remained eating their lunch and fighting their natural or unnatural teeth on the chicken bones. Santa thanked them and stayed around with the residents in the afternoon. Each with a type of need that reminded Clara of her teachers. Santa did her job well, had patience with each elderly person like a caring teacher, she was an excellent caregiver.

“What guy?” “The guy sitting with Claire and Savannah. The effortlessly macho hunk with the hazel eyes,” Bernard said. I followed his gaze and then quickly looked away. I’d spent the whole memorial service trying to avoid Savannah and didn’t want to draw her attention now. I wouldn’t call him “an effortlessly macho hunk,” but I guess he was handsome if you liked that sort of thing. Claire didn’t. She liked stylish, dignified men. He was leaning forward, listening intently to what she was saying. She seemed relaxed, completely comfortable with this man. This stranger. Even Savannah seemed to have come out of her funk.