Chapter 35

It was lube. Or, as the label read, adult personal lubricant

And not just a grocery store variety of K-Y Jelly, either. It was a heavy bottle of the good stuff, which Micah knew, the kind of lube that had to be bought at sex shops or online. Like liquid ball bearings, the label proclaimed, guaranteed for a smooth ride.

Despite the sudden heaviness in his groin, Micah stared at the bottle, unnerved. The condoms alone could have been a joke, but add in lube and he had the makings of a wild night on his hands. Whoever had given him these left little open to interpretation. These were sex gifts, pure and simple. The person who’d sent them wanted to fuck.

Brady or not, Micah had to admit he was flattered.

The note attached to the gift was pure silliness. Going down chimneys has to be pretty rough, it read. If Santa had some of this, he’d be sliding effortlessly in and out all night long.