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  Vicktoria Gilles

  Shailene Craig

  December 25: He Came for Christmas

  An Erotic Christmas Calendar

  LUST

  December 25: He Came for Christmas - An Erotic Christmas Calendar

  Translated by Emma Ericson

  Original title: De kom till jul

  Original language: Swedish

  Cover image: Shutterstock

  Copyright © 2020, 2021 Shailene Craig, Vicktoria Gilles and LUST

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  ISBN: 9788726773002

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  Sanna brushed the snow off her old Range Rover. It truly was the perfect car for the weather up here. It could shift from sunny winter wonderland to a blizzard in a heartbeat – or the slushy roads could freeze in the matter of seconds, making them slippery death traps.

  She pulled her dark blue hat further down over her blonde hair and got into the driver’s seat. She was going to the local market to buy a Christmas tree.

  Sanna left her driveway and started driving down the rural gravel road. On her left, she passed one of the area’s nicest houses. It was a massive log cabin She knew that she was about to get a new neighbour as the old lady who had lived there passed away a couple of months earlier. The old lady’s relatives all lived in big cities, and Sanna really doubted that they would be willing to move to the countryside. If anything, they would sell the house and keep living their boring city lives.

  Sanna looked away from the house and focused on the road again. The snow had started falling more aggressively now, and she had to slow down and start her windscreen wipers. The road wound its way through the spruce forest, which grew densely here, and she was happy that her car had solid winter tires. The plow truck didn’t always make it to these smaller roads, and if it did, it never took long before they were covered in snow again.

  Sanna slowed down as she took a sharp turn that she knew was always slippery. In the middle of the turn, she spotted a car that had ended up on the side of the road. A man dressed in a suit and Oxford shoes stood next to the car. He waved his arms in her direction.

  He must be crazy, wearing that outfit in this weather.

  She stopped her car – she had to see what this was about. Must be a southerner that didn’t understand that the weather up here was very different from the weather where he came from.

  The man was wearing a thin, grey hat and a coat that matched it. He had a red scarf around his neck, but it was way too thin to withstand the icy winds and was probably worn mostly as an accessory. His trousers were wet all the way up to his knees and on his hands he wore a pair of ridiculous leather gloves that would hardly keep the cold away.

  Sanna smiled to herself before she walked over to him. ‘Do you need help?’

  ‘Yes, I’m totally stuck here,’ he said and looked at her with bright, blue eyes.

  She tilted her head to the side and giggled to herself while she tried her absolute hardest not to laugh at him.

  ‘Well, you are driving a sports car with two-wheel drive that looks like it’s better suited for the Mediterranean than this place,’ she said and a wide smile played on her lips. ‘Even if I pull you out if here, it will only be minutes before you are stuck again.’

  ‘I’m not going far,’ he said and shivered as a freezing gust of wind blew past them. He looked around as if he was trying to figure something out. Then he looked at her again. ‘Do you think you could drive me to the house over there?’

  Sanna followed his finger and saw that he pointed right at the big log cabin. He couldn’t have moved in there? This silly big city boy couldn’t be her new neighbour?

  ‘You’re the real estate agent, right?’ She cleared her throat. ‘You’re not the new owner?’

  At first, Marcus thought it was a joke when he heard that his grandmother Eliza had left him her house when she passed away. His siblings had gotten to share a significant cash inheritance instead. His family had no idea that she had been saving all her life, or that she owned a pretty impressive stock portfolio. He would much rather have taken a piece of her money than the old house. He hadn’t visited his grandmother in more than ten months. But they had kept in touch every week. His grandmother had never been interested in technology or computers, so he had sent her old-school letters or called her landline. She thought it felt more personal that way. He hadn’t avoided her, but he rarely had time to visit in person. He ran his own real estate agency and was one of the few people who managed to make enough money off it to live a good life. If he was given an opportunity to sell a mansion or two he always took it, and he always made sure to make a good profit.

  So why had Eliza decided to leave him a big old log cabin? Not even his parents could answer that question. All she had written in her will was that she had left the house to him, and that if he gave it some time, he would see why.

  He decided to pack his bag, get in his car, and start his long journey up north. When he left the city it had been grey and muggy. Not a snowflake in sight. Therefore, he had been shocked by the amount of snow up north. And the shock was even bigger when his car started to slide all over the road once he closed in on the house.

  He made a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to regain control of his car and stay on the road. He slid around as though his car was a rollercoaster, and all he could do was wait until the ride was over. With a loud thump, his car drove into a pile of snow on the side of the road. It was stuck.

  ‘God dammit!’ he cursed and slammed the wheel with his hands. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He hadn’t seen a car since he came up here. He looked out the window – empty. He reached for his cell phone to find a tow truck close by. ‘No, of course. No reception. ‘Thanks Grandma for luring me out into the wilderness like this,’ he muttered to himself. He threw the phone on the passenger seat and ran his hands through his brown, short hair. He thought about how he would make it out of there.

  Markus reached for a hat in the backseat and put it on. Then he reached for his scarf and his gloves. He stepped out of the car and felt himself sinking into the snow, all the way up to his knees. He felt the cold snow seeping into his shoes.

  ‘Fuck! It’s so fucking cold,’ he screamed while he desperately tried to get out of the snow and back into the car.

  The snow started falling again and he turned the radio on, only to hear that a blizzard was closing in. Fifteen minutes later, the snow stopped falling momentarily and he decided that it was probably best to get out of the car and try to find some help. He opened the door and stepped into the snow again. This time, he left the car through the passenger door and hoped that the snow wouldn’t be as deep on that side of the vehicle. He was lucky.

  He walked up onto the road and looked at his car. There was no way that he could drive it out of there. Someone would have to help him.

  ‘Well, I’m not one to give up,’ he said to himself and stepped into the snow behind the car. He put his hands on the trunk and pushed for all that he was worth. Before he knew it, his expensive shoes started sliding backwards and he fell into the snow behind the car – face first. The snow swirled around him as he landed. He cursed to himself and stood up. Then he shook all the snow off and realised that he was screwed. If nobody drove by soon, he had no idea what to do. He stood in the snow for a while before realising that his feet and his legs were getting cold and wet.

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sp; As if his prayers had been heard, he suddenly heard a car approaching. He took a deep breath – he was saved.

  Sanna waited for the man to answer her question, but he looked confused and didn’t say anything for a while.

  ‘Yes,’ he finally said. ‘I’m a real estate agent.’

  ‘I knew it!’ She felt relieved. He wasn’t the new owner.

  ‘I mean…,’ he said and looked like he felt the need to explain something. ‘I work as a real estate agent, but I’m not here to sell any houses.’

  ‘Are you visiting someone?’

  ‘No, but I need to get to the house over there, up on the hill,’ he said and pointed at the log cabin again. It was a couple of kilometres away, but you could still see it from where they stood. ‘I inherited that house from my grandmother.’

  Shit, Sanna thought and felt defeated. So this man from the city was her new neighbour. She clenched her jaws and looked at the man’s car again.

  ‘I can pull you out,’ she finally said. ‘But I don’t really have time to drive you up to the house. You’re going to have to drive carefully and stop before you reached the hill before the house. The driveway needs to be sanded before you drive that thing you call a car up to the house.’

  ‘Sure, you’re absolutely right.’ He smiled and exposed a row of white, perfect teeth. ‘I wouldn’t want to slide backwards down the hill.’

  Sanna wasn’t laughing. She walked up her trunk and pulled out a towline. ‘This is a one-time-thing. I’m not helping you out of any more ditches.’

  Sanna worked quickly and methodically. She wasn’t planning to spend one minute longer than necessary with this man. She pulled his car out and stepped out of her Range Rover to get her towline back in the trunk.

  ‘Marcus,’ he said and put his hand out.

  Reluctantly, she took it and sighed. ‘Sanna. It seems as if I’m your new neighbour.’

  ‘Pleasure to meet you,’ he said happily. ‘Then I’ll probably see you at the Christmas party tonight?’

  ‘What do you mean?’ She stopped moving and looked at him. She looked confused.

  ‘Yes, I heard that they are arranging a big, annual Christmas party in town?’ He walked over to his car and opened the door. ‘I got the invitation pretty last minute, but I don’t want to miss an opportunity to get to know my new neighbours.’

  ‘Oh, okay,’ she said and got into her car. Then she closed the door and took off. She wasn’t going to give him an opportunity to continue their conversation. There was no way in hell that she would familiarise herself any further with this man – a pretentious city boy. That man would make it as well up here as a snowball would make it in hell.

  Marcus sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and the remote in the other. As always this time a year, all the channels showed Christmas movies. He decided to watch The Holiday for a while, but his head kept on spinning. It felt strange being in the house without his grandmother. There was nobody to talk to, and nobody to insist on him eating something sweet along with his coffee. No Christmas treats like hot chocolate with marshmallows or gingerbread cookies.

  He had a sip of his coffee and sighed. He missed her and knew that it would be emotional to clear her stuff out of the house. At the same time he was curious to see if he would be able to find an answer to why she had left him the house, somewhere among all her stuff. His grandmother had written in her will that he would get his answer once he had arrived at the house. Her message had been just as mysterious as she had always been when she was alive.

  After a while, he got up from the sofa, put his coffee cup down in the kitchen and went to the bathroom to have a shower and get ready for the Christmas party. He was hoping for a good night and looked forward to getting to know the rest of the people in town.

  He smiled when he thought about the woman with the big, brown eyes. He was grateful that she had helped him, even if he could tell that he had been an inconvenience to her. If she showed up at the party he was planning to thank her properly for her help. She had taken off so suddenly that he hadn’t had the chance to do that before. He was fascinated with how easy it had been for her to pull his car out of the ditch. It was obvious that she was used to this weather, and that she had no problem handling situations like the one he had found himself in.

  For a moment, he got caught up in his own mind. Something inside of him tried to get his attention. He frowned. Something about her felt familiar. He shook his head. No, I must be reading too much into it, he thought to himself. They had just met. She probably reminded him of someone back home.

  Marcus looked at himself in the mirror, adjusted his red tie and gave his reflection a satisfied nod. It would have to do. He was wearing grey trousers, a white shirt and a red tie – ready for the party. He grabbed a blazer from the bed and went to the hallway to get himself ready to go to the party that would take place a few kilometres away at a local restaurant.

  The snow was still falling when he left the house and walked over to his car. Marcus pressed his car key to unlock the car. He grabbed the handle to open the car door, but the sudden movement made him lose his balance. His shoes weren’t suitable for the snowy ground and although he desperately tried to stay on his feet, he couldn’t stop himself from slipping and landing on his back next to the car. As the car was parked in a hill, he felt himself slowly sliding away from the car.

  ‘Fuck! Not again,’ he screamed and tried to regain his balance. He slid halfway down the hill before coming to a stop. He shook the snow off his clothes and started climbing the hill carefully, feeling like Bambi.

  A couple of minutes later, he finally got into his car and drove off towards the party. He reminded himself to sand the driveway, just like Sanna had told him to. If he didn’t do that, he would never win against this weather. It was almost a miracle that he had even managed to drive his car all the way up to the house. Anyway, now he was on his way to the party and he was looking forward to meeting some new people.

  Sanna was driving home in a hurry. She needed to change before the party and she was already late. Christmas music was playing on the radio and all the houses in the little town were beautifully decorated.

  She drove past the big, log cabin. Her new neighbour was standing next to his car, probably on his way to the only restaurant in town to participate in the annual Christmas party. He looked way too fancy for this town. He was dressed in a suit and wore a coat that was probably very expensive. It looked like he was about to go to dinner in the big city.

  Just as he was about to open his car door, he slipped and landed on his back. He looked like a turtle while he started sliding down the hill, screaming and swearing.

  Sanna’s jaw dropped and she stared at him from her car window. He slid halfway down the hill and came to a stop in a pile of snow. Sanna looked at the road ahead of her again. A quiet giggle left her lips, a giggle that quickly grew into a loud laughter that continued until she arrived at her house. This man was obviously crazy. What was his name again? Yes, Magnus… right? Or was it? She thought about it for a while, but wasn’t sure.

  Why the fuck hadn’t he sanded his driveway like she had told him?

  Sanna parked her car in front of her white house and hurried inside with her grocery bags. She walked into the bedroom and pulled out the red dress and the matching high heels. She put the high-heels in a paper bag. She would have to put them on when she got there.

  Sanna took her boring cotton underwear and her plain bra off. She stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom for a while, watching herself. She stroked her breasts slowly and her nipples stiffened. She pinched them and moaned quietly to herself. Then she let her hand slide down towards her bellybutton and past it, all the way down to her clitoris. She started touching herself and suddenly felt a strong urge to take herself to climax. With featherlight fingertips, she stroked her clitoris and started moving her hips back and forth. It almost looked like she was dancing to her own rhythm.
She bit her lip while the satisfaction filled her body with heat and demanded more.

  Sanna closed her eyes and smiled when an image of the real estate agent suddenly popped up in her head. She wasn’t sure why she was thinking about him during this very intimate moment, but she didn’t care. He looked good. She had to admit that. And she could only imagine what his body looked like underneath his fancy clothes. The thought of his naked body close to her made everything feel more intense and she was really wet now.

  Her fingers moved faster and faster. She supported herself against the basin with her free hand and enjoyed the feeling of her pulsating vagina. When she came, a wave of pleasure washed over her and her whole body started trembling.

  A little while later, Sanna was standing in her light bedroom with beige curtains. She put on her new, sexy panties and matching bra. Then she slipped into her dress, folded it up above her waist and put on a pair of thermal trousers. Naked legs were simply not an option in the freezing cold outside. She went back into her room and painted her lips red. Then she put some mascara on and ran a brush through her blonde hair.

  Lastly, she put her big down jacket on. Up north, it was all about the layers. Tonight she would have to settle for panties underneath her thermal trousers and a dress tucked in underneath her down jacket. She smiled to herself and shook her head before grabbing the paper bag with her shoes and her purse. Bob was waiting for her outside in his old Volvo. He had promised that he would drive her so that she could have some mulled wine at the party.

  She put the paper bag into the back seat and jumped in next to it.

  ‘Hey, missy!’ Bob shouted and started his car.

  It didn’t take long before they ended up behind a car that drove well below the speed limit. It was that Magnus-guy who had to drive his stupid sports car like that to not end up in a ditch again.