Nick (The Kringle Boys Book 1) (10 page)

Nick sighed and pushed open the door. And grinned.

Kristoff was nowhere in sight, the room neat as a pin. Nick’s inbox was piled high with the day’s nightmares, and asleep at the desk, her cheek pillowed against her arm…was Phoebe.

Nick shut the door quietly, locking it for good measure, and closed the blinds over the two windows that looked out onto the factory floor before edging around the desk to crouch beside her. For a long moment, he just watched her sleep, marveling at the long golden curl of her lashes, the delicate shape of her nose. Unable to resist, he reached out to run his fingers along her jawline, and she stirred.

“Mmmm…”

“Did I wear you out last night, baby?” asked Nick softly, threading his fingers into her hair.

The gentle voice he used surprised him, something tender thudding into his chest.

Phoebe sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like that,” she admitted, “Napping on the job is so unprofessional.”

She said the last in a whisper of dread, concern clouding her eyes.

“Your secret is safe with me,” said Nick, and swiftly switched their positions so that he was sitting in the desk chair with Phoebe cuddled in his lap.

“This is even more unprofessional, Nick,” said Phoebe, disapproving, but there was laughter in her voice.

“You know, I fantasized about taking you over this desk?” drawled Nick in response, enjoying her little gasp, “You’d have to be very quiet, sweet elf.”

“We can’t, Nick…here at the office?”

Nick’s fingers were already busily unbuttoning the blouse under her suit jacket to find the lace and warm skin beneath.

“Only someone supremely naughty gets to have her nipples sucked in the middle of the workday.”

Phoebe trembled as he pushed her jacket and blouse off her shoulders to the floor, and then traced the edge of lace that cupped her glorious breasts.

“Do you want to be naughty with me, Ms. Winters?” asked Nick, dipping a finger into her cleavage, his cock swelling against her hip.

He saw her hesitation, and then –

“Yes.”

ONE LITTLE WORD, AND years of good behavior flew right out the window.

Phoebe could hardly believe she was sitting half-naked in Nick Kringle’s lap, letting him unhook her bra so that her needy breasts tumbled into his hands. He took her by the waist, lifted, and rearranged her so that she was straddling him, her skirt riding up her thighs as her pussy pressed against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Oh,” she sighed, rolling her hips to ride the length of him against her clit.

“Not yet, baby,” said Nick tightly.

He pressed a hand into the small of her back so that she leaned back, her elbows against the desk, her breasts arched up to him. Nick stroked a finger around one tight nipple and she shivered.

“So pretty and hard. Do they ache?”

“Yes.”

Nick clucked sympathetically, petting and kneading the swollen mounds, while Phoebe ignored his order and rolled her hips to feel his cock snug against her weeping pussy. Her panties were soaked.

“Tonight, after we get the elf candy delivery out the door and everyone has gone home, I’m going to lay you on the factory floor and coat your pretty nipples in cherry sugar syrup. Then I’m going to watch you lift your breasts to your mouth and suck off ever y drop. If you do a good job, I’ll fuck these lovely tits while the sugar races through your system, turning every sensation up to a million. Then I’ll eat that ginger-flavored pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you good and hard.”

“Nick,” moaned Phoebe, and she jerked as he grinned and lowered his mouth to brush each hard nipple with his lips before settling in to tug one between his lips.

Luscious wet heat had Phoebe’s mind clouding. She clutched his head to her breast as he sucked, each languid pull sending a spear of pure pleasure to her aching clit. Dimly, she felt his hands sliding up her bare thighs, spread wide over his lap, tracing patterns on the soft, sensitive inner flesh as though he had all the time in the world when the truth was, if he didn’t
do
something
right now
she was going to fracture into a thousand tiny pieces.

Nick tugged the panel of her panties aside.

“Mmmm…wet,” he murmured, switching nipples.

Phoebe squeaked as he slid two long fingers through her dripping folds and unerringly into her sheath, filling her with one decadent plunge. The sound she made must have been loud, because Nick chuckled and murmured, “Shhhh…You don’t them to hear , do you?” before rolling his thumb in slow, devastating circles around her clit until Phoebe couldn’t stand it. She rocked her hips, fucking his fingers as his mouth devoured her breasts, pushing the tension higher and higher until –

“You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you? ” drawled Nick, and it didn’t occur to Phoebe to protest as she shattered into glittery bits of sweetness.

Phoebe slumped against him and Nick caught her, stroking every inch of her as she came back to herself, pleasure still thrumming through her system.

“You’re very good at that,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat.

“I’ve been around a long time,” admitted Nick.

Phoebe snorted.

“Or maybe it’s just your inherent Naughty nature. My elf side is officially horrified by this entire affair.”

Nick tilted her chin up to look in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know that you have so much to worry about. My cousin Merry appears to be involved in a pretty steamy relationship with Santa’s handyman. I doubt anyone would consider her less than Nice. If you can get past who my father is…”

Phoebe considered that – she wasn’t ready to discuss Jack Frost with Nick, but there was nothing inherently wrong with sex. Okay, this was sex with the volume turned way, way up, but they were two consenting adults. If they wanted to get kinky in private, it wasn’t hurting anyone, and was nobody’s business but their own. It just
seemed
that something that felt so incredibly decadent and good
had
to be naughty on some level.

“So really,” she teased, “I could do anything I wanted to you and it would be perfectly acceptable?”

“Anything,” said Nick gruffly.

“Hmmm…” smiled Phoebe, looking him over.

“Oh, before I forget.”

NICK REACHED BEHIND A delightfully mostly-naked Phoebe and into one of the desk drawers. He loved that anytime he put his hands on her, all of her inhibitions went out the window. Now she was here, splayed on his lap in his office chair, her skirt scrunched up around her waist, offering him a glimpse of the bare, wet folds below. Her body glowed, her nipples were red and swollen from his mouth, her eyes languorous and sated.

Stunning
.

“Sometimes that crazy machine Spokes uses to cook the elf candy spits out weird residue. It’s not sugar, but some kind of resin. I thought, since you can’t have much
real
candy…”

Nick swallowed the nerves down. He was babbling.

He dropped the strange, twisted lump into the palm of her hand. By chance, this piece had emerged from the machine in the perfect shape of a hard candy, twisted at each end like a wrapper. It glinted with sparkles of residual magic safely embedded in a hardened glass-like substance that reflected a thousand colors.

“I had Spokes rig it so you could wear it like a pendent. If you want to, that is. I mean, it’s nothing – ”

“I love it!”

Phoebe threw her arms around his neck and peppered him with kisses. The hard knot of tension dissipated, and Nick was surprised at the relief he felt that she hadn’t laughed at his juvenile little offering.

“I need to get a chain,” said Phoebe, and twisted to rummage through the desk drawer, finally emerging with a spool of red ribbon and a pair of scissors.

With quick movements, she cut a length and threaded it through the little silver loop. Nick helped her tie the ends together around her lovely throat, the moment feeling intimate and sweet. The pendant settled between Phoebe’s fabulous breasts, and for a moment, Nick lost his train of thought, taking in the visual. He was hard, aching for release, but this interlude made him feel connected to Phoebe in a way that felt…special.

Not that he wasn’t going to jerk off the minute he was alone. All talk about uninhibited naughtiness aside, he had a feeling Phoebe might draw the line at being fucked over the desk in the middle of the workday.

Or maybe not.

She continued to surprise him.

The
snip
of the scissors pulled Nick back to reality and to Phoebe, who had cut a second, longer length of ribbon from the spool and was twining it around her fingers, a coy smile on her lips.

“You can’t walk around the factory with
this
all afternoon, Nick,” said Phoebe, rocking her hips against the hypersensitive bulge in his jeans, “What would the elves think?”

Nick groaned.

“I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to – ”

But Phoebe was already slithering off his lap, and down to the floor to settle between his thighs, on her knees.

Nick’s cock
jerked
. He’d been too frantic with her last night, too intent on getting her naked and filling the wet treasure between her thighs to let her play, to feel the press of her lips against his hungry dick. Clearly, Phoebe was ready to make up for that oversight.

She reached for the buttons on his jeans, slowly unfastening them, her eyes flickering up to his. His cock was huge and hard, eagerly tenting his boxer briefs. Phoebe scooted back so that she could tug the material over his ass and down to his ankles, pushing his knees wide, his hips on the very edge of the chair. For a long moment, she just looked at him – his cock stiff and fully engorged, his balls drawn up tight, flushed and ready to fuck.

“What do you like?” she asked, a little hesitant, and Nick groaned.

“Whatever feels good to you, sweet elf. Just touch me.”

Her nails scored gently up his thighs and Nick’s whole body exploded in chills of pleasure. He was surprised to feel the slither of ribbon sliding behind his balls, though her hands were still occupied.

“Well, well. Magic. What other tricks can you do?”

Phoebe shrugged.

“Not as much as if I were all elf.”

“If you were all elf, I’d worry about squashing you in bed.”

The ribbon wound around Nick’s sensitive sac, pulling tighter, tighter.

“Phoebe – ” said Nick in a strangled voice.

“I read about this,” murmured Phoebe, pressing a kiss to the ultrasensitive spot on the underside of his crown.

The diabolical ribbon continued up and around the base of Nick’s swollen cock, wrapping it tight before tying itself into a bow. Nick took a deep breath, every inch of him on edge. Wrapped like this, he couldn’t come.

Not until she let him.

“There. All tied up and ready to be my own private present. Now I can play for as long as I like,” said Phoebe.

“Naughty after all,” said Nick sternly, but she only grinned and licked her pouty lips.

“I learned from the best.”

She nibbled gently around the wide collar of his cock, exploring the shaft with gentle fingers, learning his shape and preferences. Nick held his breath as she wrapped both hands around him for an experimental
squeeze.
Seeing his reaction, she did it again, this time stroking firmly up and down.

“God, Phoebe – ”

Nick laced his fingers behind his head to prevent himself from grabbing her and plopping her on his cock. He wanted her to enjoy this, to give him as much pleasure as she wanted to, as much as he could stand without interruption. And to take pleasure in the act for herself, as he did when he licked her sweet pussy.

Phoebe finally worked up the nerve to slide her open lips over the fat crown and draw him in, and Nick’s brain shut down. Then it was just the liquid heat of Phoebe’s mouth, her lips stretched wide around him as she took as much of his swollen cock as she could. He could only watch the inches of flesh disappear and then slowly reemerge, mesmerized, the pleasure brutal, his need to come nearing desperation.

Phoebe pulled back to admire his now glistening length, and then scooted forward to blow every circuit Nick had by settling his heavy cock between her luscious breasts.

“Phoebe, you – ”

“I’m inspecting the product, Mr. Kringle. Don’t interrupt.”

And she pressed her soft flesh tight around his shaft and let him fuck the glorious mounds, his every fantasy come to life. When he was panting and she was squirming again, their hot little play having heated her back up, she pressed hot kisses up the length of his shaft, and Nick felt the ribbon starting to loosen around his balls.

Thank God.

“I want you in my mouth, Nick,” she murmured, and he nearly lost it right there as her mouth opened over the head and she took him in.

Sweet fuck.
She sucked his cock like a favorite lollipop, slowly and with relish, stroking every inch as she slowly took him to the back of her throat and setting a rhythm that had Nick fighting not to thrust up into her mouth. His mind was gone, but the errant thought slipped through – if she ever decided to use sex to control him, Nick was toast. He’d do anything she wanted, just for the feel of her hot, wet mouth driving him mad.

“You taste so good,” murmured Phoebe against his dick, cuddling his balls as the ribbon fell away and come surged up Nick’s cock.

The sound he made was supposed to be words, but instead all that came out was a choked groan while he thrust helplessly up, filling her mouth as he
exploded
for her.

Take it, baby.

Phoebe took every drop and lapped him clean, humming with satisfaction, and it was all Nick could do to pull her mouth away and haul her back into his lap to hold her tight until his body stopped trembling.

PHOEBE FELT A LITTLE LIKE a sex goddess. Not that she shared that information with the other elves as they bustled around organizing the traditional send-off dinner. The magical delivery was all set to go, locked away on the loading dock, and the elf workers were taking a well-deserved break to eat a meal together and congratulate each other on a job well done. There were still a few days until Christmas, but this order was the most important – it was all downhill after tonight.

She blushed as Nick came over with more champagne for the drinks table, stepping close. The elves were already swarming the buffet and didn’t notice as he brushed a surreptitious finger over the pendant between her breasts.

“I like knowing that you’re wearing it,” said Nick softly, his voice melted chocolate, “even if I can’t see it.”

Phoebe should be shocked by her behavior this afternoon, but instead, she only felt satisfied. She’d taken pleasure and given it back. For however long it lasted, she was going to enjoy Nick Kringle to the best of her ability. And she was determined to never feel guilty about it.

Spokes trailed in, dragging his pet “gadget” on a dolly. It seemed to have grown overnight.