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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 with the rest of the women as Greg performed the aforementioned spin—how did he not fall on his face doing that?—leaving him in nothing more than a pair of red Speedos, and Blake feeling rather inadequate in his manhood.
Not fair.
He should get out of here and go back to the office. He might have found the strength to do that if Kim hadn’t chosen that moment to lean back against him. The top of her head didn’t quite reach his chin, but her mass of curls did, tickling his skin. Her shoulders pressed into his chest, and his cock—it had never forgotten Kim and their amazing sex—was now pressed firmly against her lower back. This was worse than the kiss by a factor of a thousand.
She jumped again, rubbing her body against his, letting him feel what he’d started dreaming about. The past few days had been torture for him. He thought staying away from Nicks would be enough to drive the memory of their brief kiss from his head. It had only made the dreams more vivid, forcing him to relive their night. Every time he closed his eyes, Kim was there looking back at him, sex-drunk and flushed, begging him for more. He was quickly moving beyond want and into the realm of need. If he didn’t fuck Kim soon, he might lose his mind.
On day three following the kiss, he found himself showing up at Nicks to work, determined to enjoy the companionship they’d forged over the past few years and ready to ignore his desires. Kim was there, happy to see him, though clearly confused. She’d slipped back into their routine, flirting in that subtle way she had that screamed she was interested in him. Why he couldn’t get over this thing in his brain and be man enough to give them what they both wanted, he didn’t know.
Sooner or later Kim would move on and find someone her own age to be with. Someone who was at the same place in their life as she was, who would give her the things that she wanted.
“So ladies,” Greg said as he put his hands on his hips, “have you been naughty or nice?”
“Nice!”
Greg pouted and gave his hips a swivel. “That’s too bad. Because Santa has a special present, but it’s only for a naughty girl.”
The screams from the women were near deafening with the sounds of, “Me! I’m naughty! ME! ME!”
Blake was quietly pleased when Kim said nothing, only laughed. She could have been jumping around like the rest of the women here, but instead she remained pressed to him. The floral scent of her shampoo was making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. The strands of hair that caressed his skin were soft, tempting him to touch, to press his nose into the mass of curls and breathe deep.
He was an idiot if he thought he could resist her. She’d practically come out and told him she was interested. Even if this was only about sex, it was time Blake manned up and moved on with his life. Megs wasn’t the one holding him back any longer—no, the fault for his current misery landed squarely on his shoulders.
Time to see what we can do.
He lifted his arm and leaned against the doorframe, which caused his hips to jut forward. The new angle increased the pressure against Kim, doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes as wide as he’d ever remembered seeing.
“Enjoying the show?” There was a breathy quality to her voice that even the cat calls couldn’t mask.
“There’s a show?”
His chest tightened as he looked down at her. The difference in their heights made him feel powerful, as though she were the most precious of things and it was his duty to protect her. She’d no doubt kick his ass for even thinking that, but it was true regardless. The urge to strip her naked, to run his hands up and down her body, worshiping the inked lines and feminine curves, was one he hadn’t experienced since his first year of marriage.
