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Chapter 4

Jingle Bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh what fun, it is to ride

On a one-horse open sleigh

Before I left work on Sunday, Edward had asked me if I'd mind helping out on Monday evening. Each year the company would participate in a charity evening and Monday was the date set for this year's event. Edward was helping out, and without giving any details away requested that I join him. I agreed quickly, eager to spend as much time with him as possible. He said he'd pick me up early the following evening.

I barely slept that night, as images of Edward Cullen flashed through my head, images of him looking professional as he worked behind his desk, and images of him looking irresistible as he came inside me on my desk.

****

Edward had collected me, just as he'd promised and I was glad. It had been snowing and I hated driving in the snow and ice. The journey in his purring silver Volvo was very different to riding in my ancient truck. When we arrived at Cullen's, he led me to an office on the second floor. The door was already standing open as we approached, and I could hear the sounds of women's voices and cackling laughs. It sounded as though there were at least five women in the room, so I was surprised to see that in fact there were only two.

As they looked up and saw us standing in the doorway, the women visibly straightened and smiled at Edward in an almost predator-like manner. It amused me that he even had this effect on these attractive, older women; he truly was dazzling. He smiled back at them, warmly.

"Mrs. P., Lisa." He nodded at each of them as he acknowledged them by name.

The one he'd addressed as Mrs. P had risen to her feet and was walking around her desk.

"Hello, handsome," she said, batting her eyelashes unashamedly at him. "This is an unexpected pleasure, what brings you to these parts tonight?" She was leaning back against the front edge of her desk now. I looked down. "Hey, cool boots," I told her, appreciatively eyeing the black, knee-length heeled boots that she wore.

I felt a slight pang of jealousy when I noticed that Edward's gaze was also lingering on them. I chastised myself, telling my jealous side that he'd never made any sort of promises to me and to knock it off.

Mrs. P smiled warmly at me.

"Thanks!" she said. "I don't think we've met?" I opened my mouth to introduce myself but Edward got there first, placing his hand on the small of my back to propel me forward slightly.

"This is Bella Swan, she's working as my personal assistant while Eric's off sick." He looked down at me and smiled, his eyes crinkling in an adorable manner. My heart skipped a beat, from the smile primarily, but there was also something about the way he described me as his 'personal assistant' that I liked. I smiled too at the memory of just how personal we'd got and what we'd assisted each other with.

"Pleased to meet you, Bella," both women replied at the exact same time, then looked at each other and laughed, much the same as they had been as we'd approached. Edward turned to me, obviously amused, a smile on his face.

"Mrs. P and Lisa are like two sides of the same coin," he explained to me. He continued in a loud, stage whisper. "I'm just glad you're with me tonight; I always worry I might not get out of here alive!" He looked back at the two women and winked, revelling in the attention that they almost certainly lavished on him at every given opportunity. I laughed, incredulous at the scene.

"Bella is accompanying me to the Winter Wonderland event tonight and needs an outfit," he told them in a more business-like tone.

"No problem, Edward," Lisa told him, rising from her seat too.

"Good," he replied with a smile. "Then I'll leave her in your capable hands, ladies." He turned his head toward me and missed the raised eyebrows and smiles that the women silently exchanged at his words. The two of them together were blatantly incorrigible, but also seemed like good fun.

Edward started explaining to me where I was to meet him when I was finished here, some sort of unit elsewhere on the site, but I was distracted by the appreciative looks that Mrs. P and Lisa were still casting in his direction. I kept my jealousy in check by reminding myself that I'd already had what they wanted from him. Twice.

He turned quickly and left the room with a gentle tinkling sound.

"I wish I knew why he does that," Mrs. P exclaimed, clearly not caring whether Edward was still in earshot or not.

"Does what?" Lisa asked, obviously as mystified as I was.

"Carries those goddamn bells around in his pockets," she replied.

I snorted loudly and both women looked at me curiously then back at each other, communicating without words.

"Ok, Bella," Lisa said as she crossed to a door on the other side of the office. "Let's see if we've got something to fit that skinny little ass of yours."

****

Forty five minutes later I was changed and on my way to meet Edward. Mrs. P and Lisa had managed to come up with a selection of styles in my size and it hadn't taken them long to persuade me to go with the sexy version. We'd laughed and joked as they got me ready, and they'd made a lot of crude comments about Edward, which I found hilarious.

Finally I was changed with the outfit tweaked to their satisfaction and my hair carefully arranged where it emerged from under my hat, so that it fell in tousled waves around my shoulders. They took a step back and stood, heads tilted to one side as they appraised me.

"You know, there's something missing," Mrs. P stated as she looked me up and down.

"What?" Lisa and I asked at the same time.

Mrs. P crossed to me and took my hand in hers, covering it with her other one. She looked at me seriously and I thought for a moment that she was going to change her mind about whatever it was.

"Bella, I'm about to do something very special for you. If I wasn't happily married to Mr. P then there's no way in the world I'd ever consider doing this, took a step back and bent to unzip her boots and remove them.

I turned, wide-eyed to Lisa and she was looking on, her mouth gaping, lower jaw almost on the floor.

"No fucking way" she said to herself as she watched Mrs. P straighten up. "Jeez, Bella, get them on before she changes her mind!" Lisa spat out, exasperated by the way I still hesitated.

I pulled them on quickly, straightened and did a twirl. Both women let out a low whistle.

"Forget Edward," Mrs. P guffawed. "I'm tempted myself. Damn, those boots are hot!" Lisa nodded in agreement.

I thanked them for their help and left, eager to see what effect my outfit had on Edward. If the ladies back there were right, there might be a good chance I'd have his balls jingling for me again tonight. I smiled at the thought and walked on, an extra spring in my step and sway in my hips. Mrs. P was right, these boots were hot.

****

Why hadn't I paid more attention to Edward when he was giving me the directions? I'd been wandering around in the snow for a good half hour now and still had no clue where I was or which way I should be going. Nothing around me looked familiar; I appeared to have found my way to the furthest end of the site. I hadn't seen any other person for a good while now and I'd suddenly become aware of how poor the lighting was here. I felt uneasy and was about to turn to retrace my footsteps when I heard footsteps and voices coming from just around the corner ahead of me. I sighed with relief. Edward had given me the name of the building where I was to meet him; perhaps these people could help me out with directions.

I increased my pace almost to a jog, eager to try to not be any later than I already was. I rounded the corner quickly and nearly collided with a man.

"Whoa!" he called as he put his hands out to steady me. He held onto my arms and eyes moved down my body, taking in my costume and finally the boots. "Whoooooa!" he repeated in an altogether different tone. He turned to the three other men next to him. "Look what we have here boys, looks like Santa's sent us a sexy Christmas elf for being so good all year!"

The men laughed and jeered with him. I screwed my face up in disgust and tried to pull myself free from him, shivering from more than just the cold weather combined with the inappropriate way I was dressed for the weather. The men repulsed me. The one who held me had greasy hair and smelt like he hadn't bathed since last Christmas. The way they were conducting themselves sent waves of revulsion and fear through me. I knew I was in danger here and hadn't a clue what I could do to try and get myself out of it.

Another of the men had stepped forward now and was pawing at my thigh. I yanked one of my arms free and hit his hand away, angry now as I yelled at them to leave me alone.

Suddenly I heard an unfamiliar sound growing closer. It was a mixture of a muffled thudding, a swooshing and….bells jingling. The men froze and looked over my shoulder at something as the thudding and swooshing stopped, leaving bells tinkling as they settled. I felt the man's other hand loosen on my arm and pulled myself free as I turned to see what they were all staring at.

Edward stood there, glowering angrily at the men from underneath the tangle of sex-hair that stuck out underneath his pointy green hat.

"Bella, get in the sleigh." I didn't wait for him to tell me twice, moving quickly away from the men to the far side of the horse-drawn sleigh that Edward had just arrived in. I sat down, shivering, and wrapped myself in the thick blanket that lay on the seat. I looked anxiously at Edward, knowing that four men was too many for anybody to take on by themselves. Just as I was starting to worry, Edward took a single step towards the men, parted his legs slightly and shook his hips. I heard a menacing jingling sound emanating from his crotch and gasped. Could that sound really be made by the same balls that could get me so wet just by jangling?

The men's eyes widened at the sight of the six feet two inch tall elf in front of them, dressed in full costume, complete with curly toes on his shoes, shaking his jingle balls at them. They raised their hands in front of themselves, then all turned and bolted back the way they'd come.

Edward watched and satisfied himself that they'd gone, before he ran over and climbed in next to me. His face was full of concern.

"Bella, are you ok?" he asked me breathlessly.

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine Edward, I just got a little lost, then ran into those guys."

"Thank God you're ok." He stroked a finger gently down my cheek, leaving a tantalising burning trail of heat. "Let's get out of here." He grabbed the reins and called to the large brown horse in front of us. Slowly it set off, rapidly gathering speed as it moved along. We left the site and headed along the familiar roads, but were soon heading out of town.

"Are we going to the charity thing now?" I asked him, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended. He turned to look at me.

"Soon. I just want to make sure that you're really ok first. I felt my pulse quicken as I recognised that mischievous glint in his eye in the darkness, the only light coming from those attached to the sleigh and the reflection from the snow. He turned back to the road, looking at me from the corner of his eye after a moment with a small smile on his face.

We were soon off the road and heading down a track, the snow on the ground here completely unspoilt. I shivered in anticipation as Edward pulled on the reins to stop the horse as the track ended at an open area next to a lake. The bright moon was reflected in the water and with the snow too it was beautiful. Not as beautiful as the man who had brought me here of course. Edward reached down underneath the seat and pulled out a nosebag. He hopped off the sleigh and spent a couple of minutes tending to the horse, before sitting down next to me again.

He moved to sit close to me, only the thickness of the blanket separating us.

"Bella, I…"

"Ssssh," I told him and leaned toward him. He leaned down to meet me and our lips touched gently. We kissed once, twice and on the third kiss we both lingered. Ever so gently he sucked my lower lip into his mouth and I whimpered softly. He released it and I licked his lip slowly, revelling in his taste. He was delicious. His tongue came forward hesitantly and found mine and the moved slowly yet deliberately together, both of us letting out intermittent sounds of pleasure as we played this way for a while, hands on each others' faces, necks and hair, but never searching lower.

I began to feel warm from the fire burning deep within me, and moved my hand higher to tangle in Edward's hair that I found it so difficult to resist. I felt the blanket slip from my shoulder. I knew that Edward had felt it slip too as he broke the kiss, his face unable to move far from mine as my hand was still fisted in his hair. I saw him move his eyes downward and he groaned as he took in the plunging neckline of my outfit and my heaving breasts threatening to burst from the tight green fabric as I struggled to control my breathing. He bent now ran his tongue across the creamy flesh, goose-bumps rising on my skin as the cold touched the wet trails that he left.

He pushed the stretchy fabric down and then did the same to the cups of my bra, freeing my breasts, my nipples hard through the excitement and the cold. He took his time, gently circling them one at a time with his tongue, taking them into his mouth in turn and sucking gently, gently playing with the other with his fingers as I groaned at the blissful sensation.

When I thought I was going to go crazy if he didn't give me more, he slid off the seat so that he was kneeling in front of me. He worked through the tangle of the blanket until he found my knees, slowly sliding his hands downward over the boots, making appreciative noises. He pulled my legs so that I was at the edge of the seat and gently ran his hands flat, up my thighs, hooking his fingers into my flimsy panties and drawing them down. I lifted myself off the seat to allow them to slide down and he removed them from my legs. He moved back up to my knees, placed his hands on the insides of them and firmly, but slowly pushed them apart, opening me up to him as my short, ragged-edged skirt rode up around my thighs. I gasped as the cold air touched me in the most private of places, but as suddenly as I'd felt the cold, it was warm again as he leaned forward and buried his face in me. My hands moved automatically back to his hair and I worked my fingers round and up and down the strands as he did the same with his fingers to me. He moved his tongue in blissful gentle circles on my clit, and then he'd suck it slowly into his mouth as he worked his fingers inside me. He sped up slightly as I bucked my hips into his face and then played harder as I came on him, pulling his head forcefully into my center by his hair and clamping down on his fingers inside me as I rode out wave after delicious wave.

As I sat and struggled to regain control over my breathing, Edward pulled himself onto the seat next to me, pulling his green elf pants down with a jingle. He reached across for me and lifted me over and onto his lap, sliding me straight down onto his marble-hard cock, causing me to cry out as he filled me, so soon after my orgasm. I slowly moved on him, slipping easily up and down his length as I coated it with my wetness. On each down stroke I ground down against him, increasing the pressure in exactly the right places. He was moaning with me, his hands holding onto my behind and his mouth gently sucking on my nipples.

It was intense, the pace of our – not lovemaking surely, yet somehow not just sex – made it a surreal experience, out here in the cold. We continued for a while like this, lost in the sensations we were experiencing, then finally we were moving faster in response to each other, the increased speed increasing the pleasure for both of us, until we were holding tightly onto each other, riding out the waves of our orgasms as we came at exactly the same time, my muscles gripping him as he pumped into me over and over, seeming as though he'd never stop, his balls jingling rapidly until they finally slowed and became silent.

I sat on him, sweaty and gasping for breath as my heart thudded in my chest. My forehead was resting on his muscular shoulder when I started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asked me, a smile in his voice. In reply I just began to sing softly.

"Oh what fun, it is to ride on a one-horse open sleigh."

He threw back his head and laughed loudly.

A/N – If you could choose a sound for your man's balls to make, what would it be?

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