Christmas parties.

I hate them.

At our office they are mandatory, which isn't very fair if you ask me. Why be forced into something you don't want to do just for the sake of "office relations"? If only the high-ups knew what kind of relations were going on, they might change their minds. When I take my boss' job, which I will one day, I will stop the parties being mandatory.

They have this thing where they choose a male and female to be "sexy" Santa's. This year my friend Wendy, was chosen as the female Santa. She was overjoyed because she really loves things like this. Watching her giggle every time someone whispers, what I can only guess is "sexy" things in her ear, has me suppressing a smile. She looks over at me and gives a wave. I wink at her and give her the thumbs up. I head over to the drinks table and get another drink. If I have to endure this, I'm not doing it sober.

Ten minutes later she takes a break and heads over to join me.

"Cheer up, Tess. It's not the end of the world."

"God I wish it was."

"You've not had enough to drink yet." She beams at me and heads away to grab us a drink.

I look around the room. People are having a great time, dancing, laughing and drinking. Well, except the couple in the corner arguing, but then there's always one. I'm so glad I'm single and have no drama. It's been six months since I parted ways with Dean. He left his job and we haven't spoken since. It's nothing to do with our 'break up'. More to do with the fact he was only a temp and moved on. I think of him from time to time but mostly I'm happy to be single. Wendy returns with the drinks in hand.

"Can't you at least try to have fun?" she asks me.

"No. Not really."

"C'mon, Tess, look, why don't you go sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you'd like for Christmas?"

I look over at Mr "sexy" Santa. He has the girl on his lap giggling away like we're in high school.

"Yeah, I don't think so, Wendy."

"No. C'mon it'll be fun!"

I highly doubt it, but she begins dragging me towards him anyway. I down my drink before we get there and place the glass on a near-by table.

"You owe me a drink for this!" I say, as I step in front of him and wait for Giggles to get off his knee.

She reluctantly gets off his knee and he says, "Next."

I just stand there not wanting to step up but Wendy shoves me from behind giving me no choice. I hesitate but sit down anyway.

"Hey there, tell Santa your name."

I roll my eyes. "Tess." 

"Well Tess, tell Santa what'd you like for Christmas."

"Seriously, with the Santa?"

He smiles. "Tell Nick what'd you like then."

I laugh. "Nick? Seriously?"

"Yup."

"I don't want anything."

He doesn't say anything so I look at him. He is looking right at me. 'Wow', is all I can think. He has amazing eyes. Green with the thickest, blackest eyelashes I have ever seen on a man. No wonder he has all the girls giggling.

"Come on, you must want something," he asks

"I'm on the naughty list, so I won't be getting anything." I pout my lips for dramatic effect.

"And what did you do to be on the naughty list?"

"Now that would be telling," I tease.

He smiles a killer smile at me. "There's things you could do to change Santa's mind, you know."

I smile. "Maybe I like being on the naughty list."

His smile widens. "I bet you do."

I look behind me at the girl waiting in line. Giggles is back for more and she's not looking too pleased. I nod my head towards her.

"Your girlfriend?" I ask.

"No, she's not. I'm single," he says.

"Oh, does she know that?" I stand up, before she kills me and whisper in his ear, "See you around... Santa." I look over my shoulder as I walk away. He smiles at me and gives a cheeky wink.

I go over to Wendy, who has got me another drink. She hands it over and I gulp it down. I'm feeling quite hot.

"How'd it go?" she asks.

"Well I think I may like Christmas after all." I smile.

"Ah, so the alcohol is working then?"

Something is working, that's for sure. I don't say this out loud though; I just mumble, "Mmhmmm."

After ten minutes she heads back to take up Santa duty and I return to wishing the ground would swallow me up. I was enjoying watching Mr Santa but he's gone now that Wendy has taken his place.

I head over to the drinks table to grab another when a voice behind me asks, "Would you like to dance?"

I turn around and it takes me a few seconds to recognize him without all the Santa gear on. But those eyes are unmistakable.

"Won't Mrs Claus be jealous?" I scan the room till I lock eyes with Giggles. Yep, she'd be jealous alright, if the look she's giving me now is any indication.

"I told you, I'm single," he says, stepping forward and taking my hand.

As soon as our hands touch, an electric shock shoots through them, causing my fingers to tingle.

He leads me onto the dance floor and pulls me close. He keeps hold on my right hand and snakes the other round my back. We begin to move, slowly. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. I hear his heart beating, a good strong rhythm. He smells amazing and feels pretty good too. Strong and toned. I run my hand up his arm and into his hair, entwining my fingers in it. His hair is dark and messy looking but it suits him. The short stubble he has also really suits him... all in all he's a good looking guy. I open my eyes as we circle and I lock eyes with Giggles again. She is staring right at me. God, she is starting to annoy me. If looks could kill I'd drop dead. I give her a beaming smile. I'm not on the naughty list for nothing. The murderous look she gives me back has me laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I murmur.

I nestle in closer, swaying just a little bit more than before. If she must glare at me, she can have a real reason. His hand tightens round my back. My breathing gets a little more heavy. I think I'm actually turning myself on. I should stop. Now. But honestly, Giggles is pissing me off so much that I won't.

I push my body into him even more. I let go of his hand and move my hand around his back, feeling the muscles ripple as we move. He moves his hand round my back, running it up then down. This causes goosebumps to explode over my skin.

My breath shudders from my mouth in a soft moan. Teasing that girl has only succeeded in teasing myself. I am completely turned on. My breathing is heavy and my heartbeat is rapid. My body temperature has soared so much that I feel my face flushing. I run my nails down his back and grip his hair a little tighter. I hear his heartbeat give a thump and feel him harden slightly against me.

'This is going too far now,' I think.

Luckily the music comes to a stop. I use this opportunity to step back and thank him for the dance then I turn around and practically dash away. On my way out the door I give Giggles a wink. I get a death stare for my troubles.

I'm glad to be out the room, out of his arms. That was actually pretty intense. My heart rate slows as I walk towards the toilets. Breathing more normally, I find the toilets empty. I splash water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. I was right; my face is flushing.

'Dammit! What is wrong with me!? Why would I wind myself up like this!? Just to annoy some girl whose name I don't even know!' I think to myself.

I take a deep breath, calming myself down. I fix the makeup that's sweltered off and make my way out the toilets. I get just outside and there he is. Waiting for me.

"Why'd you dash away?" he asks.

"Needed the toilet," I say, looking behind me.

"Really?" He steps up to me and looks me right in the eyes.

"Yes," I lie. I step back and look away.

"Are you sure it wasn't something else?" he steps closer again.

"I'm sure." I lift my eyes to meet his and step back again.

"You're a bad liar," he says, taking another step closer.

"That's not the first time I've been told that." I try to step back again but the door blocks me.

He places one hand on the wall beside me. "I bet not," he drawls.

I say nothing and just look at him. I want to say something smart -- sassy. Something that will break the tension. His eyes are mesmerizing. I can't break the hold and I can't think of anything to say. All I want is for him to kiss me. I lift my hand and place it on his chest to shove him back but instead I clutch at his shirt and pull him closer and kiss him. Softly at first but after getting no rejection I deepen the kiss.

He steps right against me and slides his hand round my waist while I run mine up and into his hair. I can taste the wine he was drinking on his tongue; it's nice. I rub my body against him and moan softly. He deepens the kiss more and reaches behind me and opens the door, backing me inside. He backs me against the sinks, moving one hand to rub over my breast. Gripping my hips, he hoists me up and onto the sinks.

I wrap my legs around his waist and tighten my fingers in his hair. He breaks the kiss and begins skimming his lips down my neck. I moan, encouraging him on. His hands feel like they are everywhere. On my back, on my breasts, lifting my dress, running up my thigh, stopping just short of where I actually want them. I grip him tighter with my legs and pull him closer.

Seeing this as a sign, he slides his hands up my dress and grips my pants. I lift my bum so he can pull them down, then he undoes his trousers and thrusts into me so fast and deep my breath is knocked right out of me.

"Oh my god!" I gasp.

I tighten my legs so he can't pull back out. I grip him with my pussy muscles, working them slowly, trying to get him deeper. I lean back using my hands to support me and slide my body closer to him. I allow my legs to relax a little so he can move.

He looks at me and smiles. Taking his hands, he grabs my hips and slowly edges out of me, only to thrust back in, hard. He doesn't break eye contact and neither can I. He thrusts hard and deep, each time pulling me down to meet him. He raises my legs, trapping them with his elbows, and begins thrusting. His breathing is very heavy and as he moves his fingers to rub my clit I feel my orgasm already starting.

I break eye contact by closing my eyes and begin moaning. I'm so close to cumming already. The sensations that are flooding my body every time he thrusts are unbearable. His fingers rubbing me are driving me over the edge. I begin to pant; it's near impossible to breathe. As my orgasm takes hold I start moaning loudly.

"Oh my fucking god!" I moan. "Fuck me harder!" I plead. "Harder!" I demand.

He does; he is slamming into me so hard now my head keeps hitting the mirror, but I don't care. All I want is harder. I begin to come. My body starts shaking, my hands clench and my moaning becomes a scream. He thrusts me through my orgasm; even when my juices are flowing out he still thrusts, hard. He grips my clit between his finger and thumb and rolls it around. This has a second orgasm exploding out of me. I'm so wet now I'm surprised he isn't sliding out. I feel his cock quiver, signaling his near release and when it comes he thrusts one last time into me, holding it deep and letting his cum spurt into me. He shudders with a moan and leans his head down against my chest.

We stay where we are for a few minutes trying to catch our breaths. My legs are still shaking, still trapped by his elbows. As our breathing slows he releases them and I sit up. As he stands he leans down and kisses me, softly.

"That was... " he begins to say. But he seems unable to find a word.

"Fucking awesome," I finish for him.

He smiles, "Yeah, fucking awesome."

I look about me realizing where we are. "Look, I think you should go before someone comes in."

"You're probably right."

"You can get me a drink, I really need one."

He backs off pulling his trousers up as he does. "Yeah, me too." He smiles at me as he turns and leaves the toilets.

I clean myself up and head back to the party.

Maybe I don't hate Christmas parties after all....