Unwrapping His Package

Once I’d donned the coat and hat, I went to the mirror in the bathroom to see the full effect. If I looked like a complete jackass, I’d have to figure something else out. However, when I wasn’t in the library or watching over my girl, I was usually at the gym. I had a fuck ton of repressed sexual tension to work out.

It paid off, though. My chest and abs were all sculpted muscle but not overly bulky. The start of the V at my hips could be seen at the top of the waistband of my pants, which were loose, but snug enough to show off my muscular legs. My strength would come in incredibly handy when I fucked Delia in all the positions I’d been fantasizing about. I couldn’t wait to have her curves in my hands, to bury my hardness in all of her softness.

The thought caused a tent to form in my pants, and I grunted in annoyance. Okay, I needed to keep stuff like that out of my head so my giant dick didn’t scare the fuck out of her before I could seduce her.

The alarm on my phone pinged, and I sighed in relief. About fucking time.

I stalked to my desk and grabbed the white beard that completed my costume. Then I put on my shoes and the hat.

One last thing...I went to my closet and took out the red velvet bag I’d hung in there the night before. I’d filled it with special items. Some were presents for my girl, and the others, well, they were gifts for both of us.

I hefted the bag over my shoulder and jogged down the stairs. It was cold as fuck outside, so I buttoned the coat, then threw the door open, and took a step toward my future.

3

Delia

With the house all to myself, I’d made better progress on grading than I’d expected. So much so that I started to wonder if I should look into pushing my flight up a few days since I might even be done tomorrow if today was as productive as yesterday. After I’d gotten past the few papers that had a mishmash of AP and MLA writing styles, I hadn’t run into any more major issues, which sped up the grading process.

If my luck continued to hold, I’d be able to push through the rest of the papers in no time at all. It would be my own little Christmas miracle since I had expected to be bogged down in grading for several days.

Excited about the possibility of surprising my family by coming home earlier than planned, I’d hopped out of bed bright and early and had already made great headway on my list of students by eight o’clock.

My head jerked up when the doorbell rang, my eyes narrowing as I heaved a deep sigh. Since nobody else was home and I hadn’t ordered anything, I couldn’t imagine why anyone would be at the door. I grabbed my cell phone off the desktop to open the app for the door view cam to see who was there. I couldn’t see the person’s face because they were looking away from the camera, but there was no mistaking the red hat and coat with fluffy white trim. Santa was at the door, and I knew exactly who to blame—my sorority sisters.

“He must be why everyone was acting so strange,” I muttered, setting my phone down and pushing my chair back as he pressed the doorbell again.

I continued to grumble to myself as I stomped out of my room and made my way downstairs. Santa must’ve been in a rush because the bell peeled again as I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Hold your horses! I’m coming,” I yelled, flipping the locks so I could fling the door open.

I had assumed my sorority sisters had ordered me a singing telegram to cheer me up over being stuck on campus, but it only took me one look at Santa’s bare muscular chest to disabuse me of that notion. The costume the guy was wearing was too sexy for him to be anything but a stripper.

As my gaze drifted down the V leading toward the generous package tenting his red pants, my cheeks filled with heat. There were plenty of hot guys on campus, but I’d never reacted to any of them like this...with one exception. Danny Holland. I’d never talked to him, but something about Leland’s best friend caught my attention every time I saw him across campus.

If Danny had ever asked me out, I would’ve lifted my dating ban in a heartbeat. Then I would have pestered Leland to make sure his best friend actually showed up. But from what I’d learned about him, Danny didn’t date—a fact that had comforted me more than it should. I’d tried to subtly pump Leland for information, but he’d been strangely tight-lipped when it came to coughing up details about his best friend. All I really knew about Danny was that he was a straight-A student who wanted to attend Harvard Law School and worked out a ton. And that I was ridiculously attracted to him.