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“So you’re doubling as a taxi now?” The wind blew at her coat, sending it swirling around her legs. She shoved her hands deep into the pockets, just to ensure she wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“Good thing I was, or else I would have been the one playing Naughty Nick tonight.”
Kim swallowed hard at the immediate image that particular suggestion brought to mind. Blake dressed in nothing but a hat and those too-baggy pants. They’d slip down across his hips, revealing the swell of his firm ass and the treasure trail of hair leading down to what she knew to be a perfect cock.
Not too small. Not too big. Just right for her to lick from root to tip.
Focus , you idiot. “Why were you at work?”
He shrugged, taking a small step closer. “The boss does the work when it needs to get done. The hours don’t really matter.”
Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him hard. There was something different about him this year. Something calmer and yet, he was on edge. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it...
“You need to get laid.” Yes, sex was the solution to cure all ills, or it had been in the past. And the lack of it would certainly explain his unusual behavior. Even if she wasn’t the one reaping the benefits, one of them needed to get their shit together before the business imploded. “It’s nearly Christmas and you’ve been single for too long. Come with me and I’ll introduce you around. There are some awesome girls inside and most of them are looking for a date. I know how much it helped you before.”
She didn’t give him the opportunity to argue, or herself the chance to second-guess her motives. Grabbing his hand, Kim yanked him into the house in time to hear another loud chorus of whoops and Sarah yell, “Shake that ass, Santa!”
“Dear God, they’re going wild.” Blake chuckled as he took off his coat. “Poor Greg.”
“Poor Greg’s boyfriend. He’ll be flayed alive when he gets home for taking the car. No one messes with ‘the schedule’ and gets out unscathed.”
Kim reclaimed Blake’s hand as soon as he hung up his coat. She couldn’t say exactly why, but she got the feeling he needed the physical contact tonight. Giving him a squeeze, she tugged him toward the living room.
“I’ll warn you now. You’ll get mauled if the girls think you’re single. That said, maybe I should throw you to the wolves. Getting mauled might not be a bad thing for you—”
Blake stepped in close behind her, at the same time he further linked their fingers. “Keep me safe, elf Kim.”
A shiver shot through her, setting her nerves on fire and her pussy throbbing. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
Blake hadn’t witnessed any of the Naughty Nicks in action before. Yes, this was his business and he took pride in the merriment they brought to the holidays, but seeing a naked man shake his goods for a group of giddy women wasn’t high on his list of things he needed to do.
So turning the corner and seeing the man he’d driven here, now wearing nothing but a loose pair of Santa pants, standing on a table so he could better shake his ass for the screaming gaggle of women, was an eye-opener.
“Wow.” How many crunches did Greg need to do to keep his abs that ripped? More than Blake had ever done in his life, no doubt.
Kim giggled as she got up on her tip-toes. “Wait until he does this Michael Jacksonesque spin and his pants fall down. Classic.”
Blake didn’t want to know how many times Kim had been witness to the dance moves of the various men who were in the employ of Naughty Nicks. He’d tried to ignore the idea she might be attracted to any of the guys she hired. And why wouldn’t she be? She was young and beautiful. They were attractive, knew how to work a room full of women and were about her age. The idea of them hooking up made perfect sense. It made way more sense than the idea of her being attracted to him.
Kim dropped his hand and started to clap and whistle along
“So you’re doubling as a taxi now?” The wind blew at her coat, sending it swirling around her legs. She shoved her hands deep into the pockets, just to ensure she wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“Good thing I was, or else I would have been the one playing Naughty Nick tonight.”
Kim swallowed hard at the immediate image that particular suggestion brought to mind. Blake dressed in nothing but a hat and those too-baggy pants. They’d slip down across his hips, revealing the swell of his firm ass and the treasure trail of hair leading down to what she knew to be a perfect cock.
Not too small. Not too big. Just right for her to lick from root to tip.
Focus , you idiot. “Why were you at work?”
He shrugged, taking a small step closer. “The boss does the work when it needs to get done. The hours don’t really matter.”
Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him hard. There was something different about him this year. Something calmer and yet, he was on edge. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it...
“You need to get laid.” Yes, sex was the solution to cure all ills, or it had been in the past. And the lack of it would certainly explain his unusual behavior. Even if she wasn’t the one reaping the benefits, one of them needed to get their shit together before the business imploded. “It’s nearly Christmas and you’ve been single for too long. Come with me and I’ll introduce you around. There are some awesome girls inside and most of them are looking for a date. I know how much it helped you before.”
She didn’t give him the opportunity to argue, or herself the chance to second-guess her motives. Grabbing his hand, Kim yanked him into the house in time to hear another loud chorus of whoops and Sarah yell, “Shake that ass, Santa!”
“Dear God, they’re going wild.” Blake chuckled as he took off his coat. “Poor Greg.”
“Poor Greg’s boyfriend. He’ll be flayed alive when he gets home for taking the car. No one messes with ‘the schedule’ and gets out unscathed.”
Kim reclaimed Blake’s hand as soon as he hung up his coat. She couldn’t say exactly why, but she got the feeling he needed the physical contact tonight. Giving him a squeeze, she tugged him toward the living room.
“I’ll warn you now. You’ll get mauled if the girls think you’re single. That said, maybe I should throw you to the wolves. Getting mauled might not be a bad thing for you—”
Blake stepped in close behind her, at the same time he further linked their fingers. “Keep me safe, elf Kim.”
A shiver shot through her, setting her nerves on fire and her pussy throbbing. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
Blake hadn’t witnessed any of the Naughty Nicks in action before. Yes, this was his business and he took pride in the merriment they brought to the holidays, but seeing a naked man shake his goods for a group of giddy women wasn’t high on his list of things he needed to do.
So turning the corner and seeing the man he’d driven here, now wearing nothing but a loose pair of Santa pants, standing on a table so he could better shake his ass for the screaming gaggle of women, was an eye-opener.
“Wow.” How many crunches did Greg need to do to keep his abs that ripped? More than Blake had ever done in his life, no doubt.
Kim giggled as she got up on her tip-toes. “Wait until he does this Michael Jacksonesque spin and his pants fall down. Classic.”
Blake didn’t want to know how many times Kim had been witness to the dance moves of the various men who were in the employ of Naughty Nicks. He’d tried to ignore the idea she might be attracted to any of the guys she hired. And why wouldn’t she be? She was young and beautiful. They were attractive, knew how to work a room full of women and were about her age. The idea of them hooking up made perfect sense. It made way more sense than the idea of her being attracted to him.
Kim dropped his hand and started to clap and whistle along
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