Naughty Nicks (3 page)

Enjoying her squeak as he pushed her back to the floor, he took her by the hips and pulled her lace panties down her legs. “You don’t need these.”

“If you say so. You’re the boss.”

Megs always liked being the boss in the bedroom—this would be a pleasant change. He had a list of things he wanted to do to Kim.
The first of which is
...

Kim gasped as he lowered his face to her pussy and licked a slow path across her clit. The smell of her arousal and the feeling of her firm thighs pressing against his face was enough to blank his mind of his remaining problems. All that mattered was having sex with this surprising woman, wanting to make her come as hard and as long as he could.

Initially setting a slow pace, Blake used his tongue, teeth and fingers to tease Kim. He slid his fingers into her pussy, pressing against the flush skin, coaxing more wetness from her with each pass. Each time he’d press in deep, he’d match it with a flick of his tongue across her clit. It became a rhythm, a musical beat that they’d both fallen beneath.

He lost track of how long he’d been between her legs, not caring about time and only focused on her. It wasn’t until her fingers found his hair and tugged hard that he realized that he’d brought her to the edge.

“Gonna come.” Her voice was ragged, sex-rough.

If he’d known her, Blake might have taken the time to tease her some more. He would have pulled back, maybe played with her nipples, or spanked her ass for fun. But Kim was an unknown quantity and this was Christmas. He sucked her clit hard so it was fully into his mouth. At the same time he pressed two fingers deep into her pussy and fanned them wide. The combination had her bearing down on him as she squeezed her fingers painfully in his hair.

“Fuck!” Her body convulsed as she came, forcing Blake to fight in order to keep licking. He stopped breathing, keeping his focus solely on her and his need to make this good.

As quickly as the fire of her orgasm erupted, Kim fell back down onto the carpet. She released his head, but only so she could cup the back of his neck and coax him up. Her lips were parted and her eyes barely opened as she looked up at him. He knew she wanted him to kiss her. Could tell by the way she lifted her chin and the slight turn of her head. If this was any other time, any other situation, Blake would be making out with her like a pro. But Megs was still too close to the surface and he didn’t want to taint this with her memory. Instead he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked.

“Condoms?” He hadn’t thought to ask before now. Fuck, what if she didn’t have any?

“In my purse.” Kim was reaching before she’d finished speaking. “You’re in luck. I just bought some.”

“’Tis the season.”

Kim pulled one of the packets from its home and ripped it open with her teeth. She then reached down and rolled it into place, giving his balls a light squeeze when she finished. “I get the impression it’s been a while.”

“Sex was the first thing to go. I should have realized it was a sign.”

“Well then you do what you need to do. No shame in coming fast.”

Ouch.
“I can last long enough to make you come again.”

“It’s fine. I’m usually one and done.”

Didn’t this girl realize she was waving the proverbial red flag? “Challenge accepted.”

Instead of taking her missionary style, Blake encouraged Kim up onto her hands and knees. When she was fully turned around, he saw the cherry blossom tattoo that covered part of her back and along her side. The artwork was beautiful, making her body even more appealing.

He held her hips firmly as he slid his cock into her tight pussy. Her muscles were twitching uncontrollably from her recent orgasm, each ripple gripping his shaft. Blake moaned once he was fully seated inside her. He was going to need a minute if he wanted to make good on his claim.

Kim pushed back against him. “Come on and fuck me.”

“You’re going to kill me.”

“You’ll die happy.” She bucked back against him again. “I like it hard and fast.”

There wasn’t any reason why he needed to impress Kim, even though he wanted to. Tonight was supposed to be selfish, taking what he wanted to drive Megs from his mind. He started thrusting into Kim with long, hard strokes, being sure to slap his balls against her ass each time. It didn’t take long for her to start moaning, though he didn’t know if it was for show or if she was really that into him.

The longer he fucked her, the more he needed to make her come a second time. He leaned against her back, bracing one hand against the floor for balance as he fumbled for the opened condom packet. It was awkward, but he managed to squeeze out a bit of the remaining lube and coat his fingertips. Hopefully it would be enough.

Reaching between her legs, he slipped his fingers around her still swollen clit and began to pinch and tease the sensitive flesh. Kim gasped and her backward thrusts faltered in their rhythm. “Shit.”

“You’ve been a good little elf.” He bit down on her shoulder, licking the skin afterward. “You’ve earned an extra present.”

Kim’s giggle shook her whole body. “You’re fun.”

He didn’t want to be fun. He wanted to be a holiday sex god. Blake pressed his thumb to her clit and started fucking her hard once again. The angle was awkward enough to keep his own orgasm at bay while he focused on making Kim come. He knew he was hitting the mark when her moans stopped coming at regular intervals and started exploding from her in a way that appeared to catch her off-guard.

“That’s it. You feel it, don’t you?” Her body was so much smaller than his that he was practically wrapped around her. Blake leaned in and sucked on her ear lobe. “You’re so wet. I want you to come on my cock.”

He pressed on her clit a bit harder as he slammed into her body. It was enough. Kim gasped and her body tensed beneath him. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her orgasm grabbed hold of her. He pushed himself back up so he was fully behind her, his hands back on her hips. The change in position and the force with which her body was squeezing his cock was all it took. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, opened his mouth and cried out.

Pleasure...no, this was far too intense to call it pleasure. Bliss. Yes, his body exploded with bliss as his orgasm tore through every cell in his body. His hearing and sight left him, until all he could do was feel. Every bad thing in his life disappeared, to be replaced by bliss.

And Kim.

Blake’s body finally gave out on him. He managed to gently pull out of her before falling onto his side on the floor. He was vaguely aware of her sliding down next to him. She didn’t rest her head on his chest or wrap an arm around him, but she did brush her fingers against his as they lay there side-by-side.

“Wow,” he managed to say after a few comfortable moments of silence.

“Merry Christmas.” She turned her head and grinned. “Or at least I hope it will be for you.”

“Hard to be a Grinch when I’ve just had the best sex in...years.”

“You were pretty damn good, boss.” She sighed and closed her eyes.

He liked it when she called him boss. She was teasing of course, but the word on her lips felt right. There wasn’t the bit of bite that his employees had when they’d say it to him. Stress had a way of keeping him apart from the others. What he needed was a fresh start, a way to regain some of that teasing that Kim offered.

Really, he should just hire her.

No. He couldn’t.

Blake turned his head to study her. She was young, beautiful and at the beginning of her life. No doubt she’d quickly figure out what she’d want to do with her degree, the type of career she wanted to pursue. All he could offer her was part-time in a business that he wasn’t sure would even take off.

There was no way a woman like Kim would want anything to do with Naughty Nicks.

“Hey?” His voice was rough, so he cleared his throat. “I have a question for you.”

Kim peeked at him from one eye, her lips turned down into a frown. “I did mention this was a no-commitment thing, right? Because I have no intention of being a rebound.”

He waved his hand, dismissing her concern. “I told you I’m an entrepreneur, right?”

“Yeah.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows.

“How do you feel about stripper Santas?”

Kim continued to stare at him for several more seconds before her face broke out in a grin. “Seriously?”

“I need an office manager. It would only be seasonal—”

“You’re offering me a job after we’ve just had sex to run a stripper Santa business?”

“Well, if you put it that way—”

Kim burst out laughing as she fell back onto her side. “Oh my God, you’re awesome.”

Close one
,
dude.
“So what do you say then? Want to come be my elf?” Blake kept his gaze on her as she pondered her answer. Fingers crossed it was the one he wanted.

Chapter One

“Naughty Nicks Frosted Fantasies. Where one of Santa’s helpers will bring you a
special
present from the not-so-frozen North. My name is Elf Kim, how may I help you?”

The giggles on the other end of the line weren’t reassuring. Chances were this was yet another busted call, wasting Kim’s time but hopefully providing her with some laughs. It wasn’t surprising, given the nature of the company and what they were marketing. Stripper Santas weren’t totally unheard of in Toronto, but Naughty Nicks was the gold standard in that particular niche market.

“Umm...hi. So, Naughty Nicks?” The girl on the other end of the phone
sounded
old enough to be legally enquiring about their services. She hoped. “Do they...umm...get...you know.”

“Naked?” Some of the boys they’d hired to strip would give the clients a penis helicopter if they asked nicely.
I
better send Ryan another reminder not to do that again.
“We can discuss options, but most are not safe for work. It depends on the package you buy and how old the audience will be.”

More giggling, no doubt because Kim said
package
.
Maybe they’re not of age.
She’d need to confirm a driver’s license to make sure. She made a side note about having a PG-13 version for customers who fell into the questionable category. Not that she’d think Blake would want to dilute the Naughty Nicks brand, but it was always good to have options.

“You would need to sign some paperwork for that of course. Naughty Nicks does all we can to prevent minors from seeing any inappropriate North Poles, if you catch my meaning.”

Okay, she really did have an awesome part-time job.

“That’s fine. This is for a friend’s bachelorette party. She’s getting married in the Dominican and we can’t all afford to go. So you know—”

“Naked Santa. Gotcha.”

Twenty minutes later Kim had written down her new client’s name, put a booking fee on her credit card and provided her with the special link to the catalogue of Naughty Nicks. There weren’t as many men as there’d been last year, though Kim wasn’t complaining about the quality. Blake had caught her flipping through the website more than once,
testing
the links.

Hey, there had to be some perks to the job.

She was winding down the sales and information pitch when Blake came in from the street, a burst of cold air and snow close on his heels. Being the only recurring office employee for Naughty Nicks three years in a row had helped teach her how to mask her reactions every time her boss came into the room. Kim had long been able to hide the hitch in her breathing when he’d lean over her shoulder. She gave no indication at the way her pussy would clench when he’d brush up against her in the confined space of the office.

The hardened nipples were harder to mask, especially with her nipple rings. That was until she’d discovered the joys of padded bras. No pokey indicators of arousal, thank you very much.

After their one-night stand and his impromptu job offering, he’d never done anything to pursue her in a sexual manner again. It was beyond frustrating. Sure she’d said that she wanted to remain commitment free and that it had all been about the sex, but that had been three years ago. A girl was allowed to change her mind.

Blake stamped his feet, knocking off the stubborn slush onto the thick doormat, before freeing himself of his leather winter coat. Kim didn’t miss a beat with her conversation closing, being able to say the damn thing in her sleep now.

“Thank you for choosing Naughty Nicks, where we love to heat up your holiday.”

By the time Kim hung up the receiver, Blake had kicked off his boots and slipped into his sneakers. Oh good, that meant he was staying for a while. Her day was looking up indeed.

“Another client?” He’d started rummaging through his messenger bag, taking out a stack of slips and the leather deposit bag. “I’m going to need another Santa at the rate we’ve been going this year.”

“I think so too. In fact, I put a call out to our temp agency to see if we could hook another Nick to help with the overload. Though, this crew will be fine if we can’t find another. I think they’ll end up going with Ryan. Bachelorette party.”

Blake looked up, his neatly cropped brown hair crowned with drops of melted snow. “I bet that was a fun call.”

“I couldn’t get her to say
penis
.” Kim turned around and added a mark to the
nice
list on the white board. “Too many boring people this year.”

“As long as they pay, they can be as boring as they want.”

“Already got her credit card info, boss.”

“Good little elf.” His smile crinkled the skin around his eyes, and made the blue orbs sparkle. “Santa will make sure you have an extra bonus this year.”

Doubtful it would be the one Kim wanted. Naked Blake under the tree wearing nothing but one strategically placed bow...

You’re such a bad girl
,
Kim.
I
better give you a proper punishment.
Bend over for your spanking
...

“I don’t think I want to know what just passed through your mind.” Tossing the now empty deposit bag on the counter, he leaned down so they were eye-to-eye. “Surely it was naughty based on the rosy red cheeks you’re now sporting.”

More and more he was doing this with her, this
thing
that wasn’t flirting but could so easily be mistaken for it that it hurt her soul. Sure, Kim had long moved beyond her status as a one-night stand, and employee with him—hell, they were the only two who worked in the office—and had become a good friend. She knew his history, even if she didn’t know all the details after all this time. He hadn’t been in a serious relationship since his ex-wife walked out on him. She wasn’t fool enough to think that he’d be willing to risk their easy-going work relationship for something more. Shit, he was ten years older than her, they came from two different backgrounds, and it wasn’t as though they had been given an opportunity to make this work at any rate.

Even if she’d totally be up for trying.

After their night of kick-ass sex, Blake didn’t want to make her uncomfortable while she worked for him. He’d promised her on the day she’d signed her employment contract that from that point on they’d keep things friendly, but professional. Which had worked for the first while, until Kim realized she might actually have more than a passing attraction to him.

Blake cocked his eyebrow. “You okay?”

Kim’s face grew hot again. “Yeah. Sorry. My ADD mind has been all over the place today.”
In your pants
,
checking out your cock
... “Clearly, I need to be here.”

She turned around to the whiteboard and made a line on the
naughty
list. In truth, she could add herself to that list daily when it came to Blake and the things she wanted to do to him. She hadn’t had a crush this hardcore since Chris Baker in the eighth grade, and that had turned into a humiliating failure.
Oh you don’t like girls?
Okay then
,
I’ll just go over here now.

“I find it hard to believe you’d end up on the naughty list.” Blake’s gaze shifted away from the board to quickly flick across her face. He paused for a moment on her lips, before looking into her eyes once more. “Unless you’ve been talking to strangers in bars again.”

“I’m wounded. You’re the only stranger in my life.” She pressed her hand to her chest and gasped. She was blushing again, dammit. “And I’ll have you know I’m a low-down, nasty, dirty elf. Santa’s hands would fall off from the spankings he’d need to administer.”
I’ll bend over and wiggle my bum if it will help
,
Santa dear.

Blake rolled his eyes as he pushed away from the counter. “I’m going to hide here for the rest of the day. I need to get the payroll done and I don’t think I’ll manage it at the other site. Too many issues that people don’t want to handle on their own.”

Kim only had a vague understanding of Blake’s property management business, enough to recognize the stress he was under and how having his Naughty Nicks side project brought the spark back to his personality. She took great pride in being a part of that, loving how he relaxed around her, almost became a different person from the man who had to be
on
twenty-four, seven. He’d once told her that he looked forward to November now, because it meant he could once again put out the Open sign for Nicks.

She loved it because it meant she’d get that “Hey, little elf. Wanna play with my pole?” phone call from him.

Blake had gone into the tiny closet at the back of the room that served as his office and flicked on the computer screen, leaving Kim to stare out the front store window. Gone was the oppressive quiet, replaced with the soothing sounds of
man at work
. It shouldn’t be the comfort that it was, but Kim was long past being able to deny her attraction.

The little elf wanted a shot at the big guy. Too bad ex-Mrs. Claus had been such a righteous bitch and screwed things up for her.

Sounds from Yonge Street burst in, snapping Kim’s attention back to reality as a man came in from the cold. No, not a man. A walking god.

She could tell there wasn’t an inch of fat anywhere on his body, even without him taking his coat off. Dear God in heaven, she hadn’t seen a taller man before in her life. He had to be well over six and a half feet. And those eyes...

“Uh hi.” He waved. “Is this the naked Santa place?”

“It sure is.”

“Oh good.” His grin screamed
puppy dog
and Kim couldn’t help but want to reach out and pet him, or at least give him a good scratch behind the ears. “I heard you might be looking for models? To, uh, get naked.”

“Oh!” Kim jumped up from her stool and came around the front of the counter, hand outstretched. “Hi. Yes, we are. Did the temp agency send you over?”

“Yeah they did. Though I have to say, the woman was a bit weird when she wanted to know all my measurements. It’s okay I didn’t tell her how big my dick was, right? ’Cause she freaked me out a bit.”

Kim ignored Blake’s snort from the back room. “That’s fine. We don’t discriminate based on pole length, width or girth.”

The resume paper was damp from the snow, making the pages stick together. Not that it mattered what his job experience was as long as he could drive, was insurable and could fit into a Santa suit. Standing this close to him, it was hard not to feel every inch of her five foot three height. Sure, she wasn’t the tallest of women, but what she lacked in stature she made up for with enthusiasm and intelligence. It was the only thing that put her on a level playing field with some of these men.

That and she had the ability to crawl up their bodies like a sex-starved squirrel about to climb a tree. All those hours on the indoor climbing walls were great for the upper body strength.

“So...”
Comic Sans MS font?
On a resume?
Really?
“Clark, what made you want to work for us?”

His grin and too-long blond hair weren’t helping her shake the Golden Retriever vibe he was giving off. “Chicks. And I need the cash to pay for my next semester. And beer.”

It was a better pitch than what she’d normally hear.
I
want to build my acting resume.
I’m really a dancer.
I
believe in giving back to others over the holidays.

“Honesty. I like that in a man. You’re hired.” Kim stuck out her hand, fascinated with how his monstrous fingers swallowed hers as they shook. “We’ll need to take some pictures for our catalogue and then we can—”

“Kim, just a moment.” Clark let out a not-so-masculine squeak at Blake’s unexpected interruption. He stood in his office doorway, arms crossed and a stern expression she’d never seen him wear before. “I’d like to have a few moments with Superman here.”

Blake
never
interviewed the models. It was the first duty he’d given her when she’d started—hire men women want to look at. Not once had he questioned her choices in the matter, even when he’d been around to do so.

“Why don’t you come into my office, Clark. I have a few questions of my own.”

The young man looked to her as though he’d found himself on a sinking ship and she was the life preserver.
You’re on your own
,
buddy.
“He doesn’t bite.”

“Unless you ask nicely.” Blake winked at her before beckoning Clark again. “I promise it won’t take long.”

Kim almost didn’t believe the frown she saw on Blake’s face as Clark shuffled past him to squeeze his hulking frame into the office. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought him a bit jealous. Which didn’t make the least bit of sense, seeing how there was no reason for him to be jealous. Blake was the boss and Clark just some schmo off the street. He’d be with them for a few weeks and then gone.

Besides, Golden Retrievers didn’t do it for her. Not even good-looking ones.

She was saved from thinking about it any longer when the phone rang. Grabbing the receiver, Kim pushed all thoughts of Blake from her mind. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself, hoping for something that she doubted would ever happen. If Blake was interested in her, he knew where to find her. Sitting under his nose where she’d been for the past three years.

“Naughty Nicks Frosted Fantasies. Where one of Santa’s helpers will bring you a
special
present from the not-so-frozen North. My name is Elf Kim, how may I help you?”

“Hi there. Which one of your guys has the biggest dick and will he put a bow on it?”

Just another day at the office.