Nick (The Kringle Boys Book 1) (14 page)

It was too late.

I love you, Phoebe Winters
, he thought as the blackness started to drag him under.

“You’re a bad man,” said Phoebe, holding herself together as she stomped over, grabbed Jack Frost’s icy wand from Arthur’s hand, and
snapped
it.

POOF!

Nick wanted to cry in relief as warmth and awareness crashed through him, and he looked up in wonder to see the frozen elves slowly coming to, the ice melting in puddles around them. More astounding was the sight of a petrified Arthur Canning, spinning magically in the air above them in vomit-inducing circles, a horde of furious elves below.

“We should call the cops,” said Nick.

“Oh no,” said Phoebe, her voice cold enough to give Jack Frost a run for his money, “This one’s going to the top of the Naughty List.”

And so it was that half an hour later, Arthur Canning found himself dropped on Fifth Avenue, naked and coated in taffy, feathers and gumdrops. The scandal, combined with his new reputation for unsafe food practices, would put him out of business within the year.

PHOEBE LEANED AGAINST A table, her body still trembling with arousal, and struggled to hold it together. She needed to go home, but first she needed to set things right. She summoned her willpower and faced her elf brethren.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything,” she said, “I’m…allergic…to too much sugar.”

The elves made sounds of shocked sympathy, lapsing into silence as they considered the awful hand that Fate had dealt her. Phoebe wanted to cry, wondering if they would shun her now, look at her as a freak every time she walked by. And then –

“I’m allergic to dairy!” said a squeaky little voice in the back.

“Soy. I swell up like a marshmallow!”

“Strawberries.”

“Plastic!”

“Nuts!”

Phoebe looked up, surprised and relieved to find them grinning at her.

“All right, everyone, back to work! Christmas is only three days away and people need their candy!”

Mr. Berry clapped his hands and the elves scattered. He turned toward Nick, who was edging for the door.

“It seems I underestimated you, Mr. Kringle,” he said, thoughtfully, “You’re not as much of your father’s son as I thought you were.”

“No, I’m not. Thank you, Mr. Berry.”

“I left the Ottawa factory in something of a state, so if you think you can handle it, I would be pleased to recommend that you stay on here.”

Nick looked shocked.

“I – that is – yes. Sure. Until the season is over?”

“Oh no, Mr. Kringle. This factory needs a fulltime manager. The position is permanent.”

With a smile and a POOF, he disappeared.

Nick looked so befuddled that Phoebe had to feel sorry for the poor guy, but she was about to self-combust.

“Nick,” she started, but her knees gave out.

“Oh, shit. Phoebe!”

He was at her side in an instant, scooping her up into his arms. She didn’t care that the elves witnessed him sweeping her off her feet, because he felt so warm and hard against her and every inch of her body was singing. Two minutes later, they were in Nick’s apartment.

Snow was falling outside again, the sound of holiday music from a street musician down the block came in through the window.

Nick wasted no time, tugging Phoebe’s skirt off as he pressed her against the door, then sliding down her body to lift her thigh over her shoulder.

“I love you, Nick,” said Phoebe, and jerked as his tongue found her clit.

“Are you sure?” asked Nick, tracing her folds as two fingers eased slowly into her tight sheath, “It could just be the sugar talking.”

“I’m sure,” she said, and whimpered as he thrust gently with slick fingers, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue until she shattered.

When she next pried her eyes open, she was slumped against the door. Nick was busily tugging open the front of his jeans.

“Good, there you are. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything important.”

“Like?”

His cock was thick and hard for her, and the lingering sugar in Phoebe’s system had her ready for him in seconds.

“Like I love you, too,” he said, lifting her to straddle him, holding her tight as she eased his massive length into her a hot inch at a time.

“I’m going to have to work from a home office,” said Phoebe, breathless, “I can’t be in the factory every day like this. It’s unprofessional.”

Nick squeezed her ass and slid a finger between the plump cheeks to toy with the little rosette until Phoebe gasped.

“I may never get my powers back,” admitted Nick.

Phoebe unbuttoned his shirt and tossed hers so that she was naked, pressed against all that lovely bare skin and muscle.

“That’s okay. They’re probably not good for you anyway. No sugar for me. No powers for you.”

“No sugar at all? I kind of like you like this, all cock-hungry and desperate.”

“Then you’ll just have to work harder to get me this way,” said Phoebe, her head dropping forward so that she could lick Nick’s collarbone as he rolled his hips, moving inside her.

“I love a challenge,” grinned Nick, and went on to prove to his sweet elf goddess that he was up for the task.

THE END

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