Preparing for Christmas has always been accompanied by buying a lot of unnecessary things. Well, what can I do? If Graves is willing to spend thousands of bucks to hang tinsel on every corner and buy one deer antler headband for each shadow, no one will stop him.

However, this time, in addition to the deer antlers, his soldiers also received Christmas-printed sweaters as a gift to keep up the festive spirit, so to speak. Phillip did not deprive himself either, he bought a red and white sweater with a bright print and not the most unambiguous inscription.

In general, being his girlfriend, you probably should have gotten used to such jokes, unless they end with sex on any surface (and not always on the surface) that a man can lay you down on. This time, Philip wasn't going to stop either.

As soon as you entered the living room, you were almost immediately pinned against the wall. The man's hands roamed possessively over your thighs, causing a wave of goosebumps to run down your spine. It was only when you were in that position that you could finally see the inscription on his sweater.

"Jingle my b€lls".

Your face was noticeably flushed, which only made Graves more excited. His hand gently took you by the wrist, lowering you down to his gr0in.

"Come on, baby, don't be so shy. This Christmas is going to be very hot." Phillip's lips broke into a satisfied smile.