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“Mistletoe!”
Blake looked over and saw that their brief moment of solitude was officially gone. Kim’s hold on his chest hadn’t relaxed any. If anything, it was tighter. She was trembling.
“Sarah, what are you—”
The other woman pointed and grinned like a fool. “Look up, you two.”
It would have worked perfectly in some sort of twisted holiday movie. Blake and Kim did as ordered, their gazes landing on the bunch of plastic mistletoe before dropping to meet each other’s.
“Hey everyone! Kim’s been caught under the mistletoe.”
“Shit,” she said and then licked her lips.
“Shit indeed.” If there’d been a chance for them to make a break for it, Blake would have gone. But almost as soon as the word mistletoe was uttered, the women reappeared in the room.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” Sarah began to chant, which was quickly picked up by the rest of the group.
Blake looked over in time to see Greg joining in, clapping and grinning along with everyone else. With a waggle of his finger, Greg looped his arms around the two women closest to him. “I see someone has been naughty and now needs to pay the price.”
I’m so going to dock his pay for this. Turning his attention back to Kim, he couldn’t help but love the sense of freedom that came with what they now had to do. It was a matter of tradition. No one would think it was anything more than that. There wouldn’t be any pressure for them to take things too far, and yet, it was an opportunity for him to make up for running away after their first kiss.
If Kim decided that she didn’t want things to continue on, then she could easily laugh it off and Blake would know exactly where things stood between them.
If she liked it, if she wanted to feel her mouth against his once again—that was a bridge they could decide to cross when they were alone once more.
He gave her hand still holding his shirt a pat, forcing her to relax her death grip. “We’re not getting out of this until we give the crowd what they want.”
Her mouth fell open, drawing his attention to those lush lips of hers. Blake took that as the barest of permissions to continue. Pushing away from the wall, he wrapped one hand around her waist to pull her tight against him, and the other he shoved into her hair.
Fuck, it really was as soft as he remembered.
The encouraging sounds from the women watching dissipated, until the only thing Blake could hear was their ragged breathing. The spectators no longer mattered to him. As far as he was concerned, they were all alone.
“Merry Christmas, little elf.”
He held his eyes open until it was painful, wanting to burn the sight of Kim’s lust-soaked face into his memory. The first brush of his lips against hers was tentative, a soft barely there caress that sent a shudder through him nearly as strong as the first time they’d done this. One of her hands found its way around his neck, her nails digging into the skin, while the other held on tight to his biceps. She took a deep breath, the rush of air against his mouth heightening his anticipation. When she brushed her tongue across his lips, what little resolve he still had, snapped.
Blake opened his mouth, the need to taste her all consuming. An explosion of eggnog and rum, mixed with the taste of woman, made his senses drunk. He would have known this was Kim from the smell and feel of her beneath him, even without seeing her. The press of her breasts against him wasn’t enough, his need to feel more rising with each moment their kiss continued. It would have taken no time to strip her of her shirt and free those perfect globes from their restraining bra. His fingers would tease her nipples until she begged him to fuck her.
Deepening the kiss, he explored her mouth, running his tongue across hers for a moment, before pulling back to suck on her bottom lip. Kim moaned, her nails digging further into his skin, even as she pressed her body harder against him.
It wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough.
While his body screamed for more, his brain reminded him that they had an audience.
Shit, they had an audience.
He broke the kiss with regret, lifting his head to see if she was as affected as he was. Her glazed expression told him everything he needed to know. This meant Blake had a decision to make.
As if on cue, they both turned to look at the crowd at the same time. The women exploded into another deafening roar of cheers as he stepped away from Kim. Not that they mattered. His gaze returned to her, gauging her reactions. Her lustful expression morphed into shock and embarrassment far faster than he would have liked. Kim might b
e a ball of energy and no stranger to garnering attention from others, but he knew she was uncomfortable.
If only he could take her back to his place and continue what they’d started. He could tell she felt the same current he had run between them. It was something better suited to a private exploration.
Blake held her gaze for a moment longer, before turning his attention back to the group. “Santa, your ride is about to depart.”
“Ladies, it’s been wonderful. I must now get back to my workshop to discipline one of my elves.”
