"Come to sit on my lap again?"
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It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents.
Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap.
Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit.
In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to the dirty Santa than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result.
As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live...
And he was smirking at Hazel.
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Saint Nick
Romance"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus...
