Chapter 21—I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

I had no idea what he said, but I loved listening to him speak Spanish to me. I wanted him to go on and on.

He shifted his position and I knew what was coming next. My heart was pounding and I knew it was going to be good.

"Le besaré ahora y lo va a ser bueno." Carlos leaned down… [I'm going to kiss you now and it's going to be good.]

Stephanie's POV

Carlos' hands tenderly cupped my face and he bent down and gave me the sweetest, softest kiss. Everything about his kiss was soft and gentle, in contrast to his body pressed against me, which was hard and unyielding. I melted into him keeping my face turned up for more kisses. He obliged willingly.

Each kiss was sweeter than the last. There wasn't any of the urgent mashing of lips or grinding of bodies. This was a heady mix of soft pressure and gentle exploration. I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

As much as I wanted this to go on forever, we were making out in an office restroom and had a roomful of men waiting for us. Regretfully, I let reality take over.

"We should get back. Someone may have to use this room."

"They can hold it or go elsewhere," Carlos growled, and kissed me a little harder, a little more demanding, sending waves of pleasure to my nether regions.

I was so hungry for his kisses I let him continue. I'd never been kissed like that before. He didn't jam his tongue down my throat, but used his lips, teeth and tongue in such a slow sensuous way that I was more aroused than I could ever be with a more forceful approach.

There was a knock on the door and then Lester's voice, "Is everything all right in there?"

"Go away, Santos," Carlos stopped kissing me long enough to yell.

He immediately pulled me tighter to him and renewed his efforts to transform me into a quivering puddle of goo. I felt his hands stroking my back and then they slowly worked their way to my butt cheeks. His movements were soft and gentle and it'd been so long since any man's hands had fondled me, my head was starting to spin. The goo factor was rapidly escalating into hot molten lava as my passion began to awaken. If I stuck my head…or my ass…in a bucket of ice, it would evaporate directly into steam in a matter of seconds.

Taking a deep calming breath, I pulled myself away from him. "If we don't want the guys singing 'I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus' we should get back to the conference room."

He tried to pull me back into his embrace, but I held firm and turned my back to him and headed for the door.

Carlos reached his arms around me and splayed his hands across my tummy pulling me back against him and stroking my belly. He said something in Spanish and just the passionate tone of his voice had me wet and aching for him.

"Tú me hizo duro como una roca, Babe. Quiero singarle lo mucho que duele." [You have me hard as a rock, Babe. I want to fuck you so much it hurts.]

The feel of his strong warm hands so close to my pleasure center made me lightheaded. His hot kisses on my neck weren't helping any either. I was rapidly reaching a fever pitch as my body continued to respond to his sensual touch.

Unable to stand it any longer, I whirled around in his arms and crushed my lips and body against his, twining my hands up into his hair knocking off his Santa hat. In amazement, I felt my leg rise up and wrap around his thigh. His hand reached down and brought my leg higher on his hip as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I could feel his erection pressed directly over my clit. His other hand was in my hair, fondling my curls.

I moaned, low and guttural, and bit his lower lip before sucking it into my mouth. Surprising even myself, I grabbed his hard ass and pulled him tight against me. I was rapidly going over the edge of no return when Carlos suddenly stopped.

In a whispered voice, he said, "You're right, Babe. This isn't the time or place for this. But whenever you want to pick up where we left off, just let me know."

He dropped his hands and stepped back. I was left standing there, my body in shock at the loss of his arousing touch.

Grinning, he retrieved his Santa hat and straightened his clothes. I realized he'd pushed me until I couldn't help but respond with passion to him. I'd been pulling away from him for weeks when things got too heated for me and now he was doing it to me. Score one for Carlos!

Needless to say, I was frustrated. He waited politely for me to smooth my hair and clothes, but nothing but time would erase my swollen lips and bright red cheeks.

Before we left the restroom, I looked up at him and said, "Just remember, payback's a bitch." He just kept grinning.

Carlos and I returned to the conference room where I tried to act as if nothing had happened. Carlos looked supremely satisfied. Fondling my new diamond-encrusted heart between my fingers, I thanked the guys for my gorgeous necklace and promised them I'd wear it every day.

I had no idea how long Carlos and I had been gone, but I was shocked to see what the guys had gotten into during our absence. They'd found a large box of individually wrapped gifts I'd made for them. I'd forgotten about them in the surprise over their gifts to me.

My heart sank. After the beautiful and generous gifts they'd given me, my small handmade tokens seemed paltry now. I wanted to take them back, but it was too late.

Lester passed my presents around the table, calling out the names on each gift tag. He looked over at me, "Tiger, we didn't expect anything from you. All the love you put into Christmas dinner was more than enough. But thank you. I can't wait to see what you got me." He grinned, reminding me of the little boy just beneath the surface of Lester's very manly body.

I delighted in their child-like behavior, watching them briefly become the little boys they once were. They gleefully passed out the boxes wrapped with red foil paper decorated with green Christmas trees. Using a black ribbon, I'd tied a little green plastic Army man on top of each gift. I laughed as a few of the guys playfully 'shot' each other with the rifles some of the plastic men were holding. Then each man ripped off the wrapping and opened his present.

Each box contained a hand-thrown stoneware mug with an extra-large handle to fit extra-large hands. Each cup was a different shape; all were made oversized to accommodate the copious amounts of coffee they drank each day.

The glaze was an unusual shiny but textured black with rainbow highlights that sparkled when any light hit it. They looked like they were made of fine black opals with fire emanating from within. On the base was etched the date and the name 'Tiger.' Except for Carlos' mug, the name on the bottom of his was 'Babe.'

Inside each mug there was an antique silver spoon and a treat picked especially for each man depending on his tastes, from jalapeño corn nuts to chocolate-covered coffee beans to brandy truffles.

Tank held his up to me, "Look. My hand fits perfectly around the handle. I've never had a cup I could lift this way. And it's Tank-sized. Thanks, Steph." He was beaming. The rest of the guys thanked me, each in their own way.

Ram looked at me and said, "These are hand-thrown, aren't they? They're beautiful, Stephanie. I love how you incorporated my name into the design on the handle. You made these yourself?"

I nodded. Each guy inspected the handle on his, a grin forming as he recognized his name within the intricate design.

Cal looked up from the mug he'd been examining, "You made these with your own hands? Just for us?"

I looked down at my hands, which were twisting around each other. "I know they're not much, but I wanted you to have something from me that didn't disappear, like my food."

Hal piped up, "I love the food you make for us, but having something from you I can hold each day…it's really special. Thanks, Tiger."

"You're welcome, Hal. But it's just a coffee cup." I shrugged.

Ram continued, "The mugs are beautiful, Stephanie. The glaze is really unusual. I've never seen anything like it." He looked back to me, a question in his eyes. Ram always needed to know all the details about everything.

"I made the glaze myself. I wanted something that was unique, that reminded me of all of you. I added tiny pieces of iridescent glass to the base. When fired at high temperatures, they melt into the stoneware giving that opalized appearance. They're basically black, but in the right light their depth and beauty shines through. I call it 'RangeMan Black'." That got smiles and chuckles all around.

Lester came over and hugged me. "So, you made these on a pottery wheel? Like Demi Moore in the movie, Ghost?" I nodded, knowing where he was going with this. Leave it to Les to bring sex into coffee mugs.

Lester grinned suggestively, "Any time you want, I'd be willing to come over and play the part of Patrick Swayze and get covered in clay with you."

Even with a scowl from Carlos, that comment caused a round of laughter and additional offers of assistance.

Oh, boy, that conjured up some hot and slippery visions in my perverted little mind, especially after getting so turned on by Carlos' kisses. With all these hard bodies hugging me, I was beginning to feel like a wanton nympho trapped in a nun's body.

Ranger cleared his throat and the room quieted. "These are wonderful, thoughtful and highly usable gifts. And the fact that they're handcrafted makes them even better. But that you made them yourself with special touches for each of us makes them priceless. Tank's morning concoction he calls coffee might actually be palatable in these beautiful vessels. Thank you, Babe."

He leaned in and kissed me, one hand on the small of my back. This time, the guys clapped and cheered, 'Hooah.'