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“Because, my dear, you need something to love you, and he will, no matter what,” Penelope said with a chuckle as she rose to her feet. “No matter how bad you feel or how lonely you think you are, he will always be there.”

  Tanya stopped staring at the dog and lifted her gaze to Penelope. “Who are you?”

  “Just a messenger, dear. Just a messenger. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a little girl who asked Santa for a kitten. She’ll be getting it a little early, but that’s okay.” After a quick stroke to the wiggling dog, Penelope swept out of the door followed by Hiram, who carried the empty carrier, and Frank, whose carrier held a small multi-colored kitten.

  Chapter Eight

  Richard tightened his hold on Jessica, spun around, and strode down the hall to his dressing room to the sound of jingling bells -- and sneezes -- from both of them. A quick blink of his eyes, though, had his sight cleared.

  The woman in his arms wasn’t as lucky. She sneezed twice more, which made it easier for him to carry her. She couldn’t struggle while she was sneezing.

  Two more steps and he reached his door. He shouldered it open -- luckily it wasn’t latched -- and ducked inside. Once there, he kicked the door shut, turned to the left, and dropped the squirming woman in his arms onto the small couch pushed against the wall -- after another quick squeeze to her breast.

  Bouncing on her ass once, she came up cursing. “You son of a bitch! What do you think you’re doing? Let me out of here.”

  Richard leaned back against the door. Damn but she was sexy sucking in those big gulps of air which made her breasts bob up and down. He shook his head. “Nope. I don’t think your sister wants you out there. Something tells me Tanya doesn’t stand a chance against you, and she’s the type to sue the pants off somebody who breaks one of her fingernails.”

  Glaring at him, she raked his body with her gaze. “You always display your wares so blatantly?”

  Richard looked down at his gaping robe, which must have come loose when he held her squirming body against his.

  Looking back up, he grinned. Was it getting hotter in here? “Only for you, sweetheart.” He wiggled his hips and the bells on his G-string jangled. “Wanna add a few more dollars to the ones you shoved into my crotch?” Merry jingling filled the room as he gyrated his hips again.

  Fists clenched at her sides, Jessica glared at him. “Shut up and let me out of here. My sister needs me.”

  The silly smile never leaving his face, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Somehow I think Tanya will probably need more help than your sister.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “How about a private show? Thought you wanted to see the North Pole.”

  A long exasperated sigh escaped Jessica’s throat, and she wiped a few beads of perspiration from her forehead. Yes, she did want to see the North Pole -- and touch and taste and ride it too. But not before she made sure Penny was okay. But first, she had to get six feet of a sexy, almost naked Santa out of her way.

  A bead of sweat slid down the side of her face. When did it get so hot in here?

  Jessica let her gaze drift down his naked chest -- hmmm, nice pecs -- to his flat stomach and the thin line of dark hair disappearing into the pouch of his G-string. That pouch was definitely starting to look fuller than it had been. And it had been pretty full to start with.

  She licked her lips.

  She felt her nipples pebble, and warmth began to seep between her legs. Damn, but this guy was making her horny.

  The Santa hat dangling from his robe pocket caught her eye. Sauntering toward him, she allowed a sexy smile -- at least she hoped it was sexy -- to appear on her lips. “The North Pole, huh. I must admit, I am intrigued.”

  A smile curved his lips, and a quick downward glance confirmed that the North Pole was getting bigger.

  Stopping just short of plastering her body against his, Jessica flattened her hands against his chest. Ummm. Just as hard and firm as it looked. She swallowed. Did he taste as good as he looked?

  Jessica slid her hands across his chest. What was it she wanted to do? Oh yeah, Penny. Something about Penny.

  He settled his hands on her hips and she shivered.

  The hell with Penny. She could take care of herself.

  “So,” Jessica said, as she ran her hands up his chest then down his side to the straps of his G-string, “just how big is the North Pole?” She pulled the Santa hat out of his pocket.

  “Judge for yourself,” he said as he cupped her ass cheeks with his big hands and pulled her tight against his hips.

  A small gasp escaped Jessica and she shivered. Hot damn, but this was one nice-sized North Pole. Lifting the hat, she placed it on his head, lifting her other hand to help settle it correctly on his head. “Well then, Santa, time to jingle those bells one more time.”

  No sooner had she settled the hat on his head, he spun around, pushed her against the door, and attacked her mouth with his.

  Jessica counterattacked by stabbing her tongue into his mouth, then sucking his tongue into hers.

  Their teeth clicked and clashed.

  Groaning, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue dancing with hers. His cock pushed against her belly. Jessica moaned. Never had she wanted, no needed to have a man bury his cock into her so badly.

  Somehow, she wiggled her hand between them, something she didn’t think was possible considering how closely their bodies were plastered together, and grabbed his cock. Circling the head, she caressed it then slid her hand down its long, rock-hard length.

  Moisture pooling between her thighs, she shuddered with the anticipation of his cock buried in her.

  “Fuck,” he moaned into her mouth. “You’re gonna make me come too soon.”

  “Off. Get this damn thing off,” she demanded against his mouth as she jerked the G-string to the side and his cock sprang free. “Oh, gods, yes.” She fell to her knees, immediately sucking his cock into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, spreading his legs and tilting his head back.

  He thrust his hips forward, and she sucked him in. His cock slid into her throat.

  As Jessica slid her tongue around him, she freed his balls and rolled them in her hands.

  For a few seconds, his entire body stiffened. Then, grabbing her shoulders, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, slipped his hands under her arms, and lifted her back to her feet. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

  He didn’t wait for her to strip. Shoving her sweater up over her breasts, he popped the clasp on the front of her bra, bent over, nipped a taut nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.

  When his teeth closed on her already tender nipple, Jessica pounded her fist against the door, and the loud thud echoed around the room. Oh, gods, when had she ever wanted a man so much!

  She tore at the buttons on her jeans, popping a few in the process. Shoving the jeans down over her hips, she grabbed his cock again.

  When he buried his hand between her thighs, she arched into it, and his fingers slipped inside of her. She ground down against them.

  “Fuck, you’re wet.”

  Nuzzling the ball of the Santa hat out of her way, Jessica nipped his earlobe. “I want you, inside me, now!”

  She spread her legs wider, cursing with frustration when the jeans tangled around her ankles wouldn’t let her lift her leg to wrap around his hips. There were drawbacks to wearing boots.

  Her tangled jeans weren’t a hindrance to Richard. Cupping her ass, he lifted her against the door, and using his knee to spread her thighs as wide as he could, he dropped her onto his steel-hard cock.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, Jessica sobbed into his mouth as she stretched to accommodate his thick cock. She shuddered when he lifted her and impaled her again.

  “Yes, oh yes. Harder. Harder.”

  He pounded into her.

  Her ass thudded against the door.

  “Fuck, you feel great. Twist your hips. That’s it. Faster.”

  Jessica nipped his shoulder. “Deeper. Harder.”

  His finger
s slid down the crack in her ass.

  Pressure built.

  Jessica sobbed. “Now. Oh, now!”

  Richard swiveled his hips and thrust into her. His burning balls were tight against his body, and his cock was ready to explode.

  She was squirming and bouncing against him, her tight, wet muscles grasping his cock far more tightly than any other woman’s ever had.

  He couldn’t hold back.

  When she screamed, “Now,” he surged upward one last time.

  Darkness roiled around them and the lights went out.

  Chapter Nine

  Jessica woke up freezing. Well, her ass was freezing since her jeans and panties were down around her ankles. The front of her was nice and warm. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into the face of the male stripper who’d been dressed as Santa, the man who had just rocked her world with the greatest sex she’d ever had. What was his name? Ricky? No Richard. That was it.

  Her thighs were plastered against his.

  His cock was still rock hard between her legs.

  A cold wind slapped her ass.

  Lifting her head, she looked around.

  Snow. Lots of snow.

  What the hell? Where were they? What the hell was going on?

  Jessica shook her head. She remembered going backstage to meet this guy and running into his manager, a real bitch if there ever was one. Then all of a sudden, she was wrapped in this guy’s arms, kicking and squirming -- and sneezing.

  Sneezing? Angry heat surged into her face. Damn her sister and her love potions! When she got her hands on Penny, she was going to shove one of those frickin “love balls” down her sister’s throat -- when Nick wasn’t around.

  She looked around again. What little light there was was rapidly disappearing. And judging by those dark, gray clouds on the horizon, more snow would be on the way. If they didn’t want to freeze to death, they had to get out of here.

  Sucking in a deep breath she shoved herself off Richard and pulled her pants up, fastening them as best she could since there were only two buttons left. Refastening her bra, she pulled her sweater down over her goosebump-covered body.

  Crossing her arms over her chest, she rubbed her arms and prodded Richard with her toe thankful that she was wearing boots instead of shoes. At least her feet wouldn’t get wet. “Hey, Santa, ah, Richard. Wake up. We gotta get going.”

  He didn’t move.

  Frowning, Jessica bent down, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him. The shoulder of his robe was damp. “Shit. The back of his robe is soaking wet -- snow melted from his body heat, I’ll bet. If we don’t find some shelter real quick, he’s gonna freeze to death.”

  Another shake and he groaned.

  “Come on, Richard. Get up. You gotta move.”

  After a louder groan, his eyes fluttered open. Lifting his hand, he flattened his palm against his head. “What hit me?”

  Reaching down, Jessica grabbed his wrist and jerked it. “Come on, sexy. If you don’t get up now, you’ll freeze to death.”

  Comprehension appeared in his eyes at the exact moment he shivered. Leaping to his feet, he quickly closed the front of his robe only to yelp an expletive when the icy cold back stretched across his skin. He shrugged it off, only to yelp and pull it on again when a blast of icy wind whirled around his body.

  A wild look in his eyes, he spun in a circle, finally stopping to stare into her face. “What the hell is going on?”

  Arms crossed over her chest, Jessica hugged herself. At least she had dry clothes. Richard only had that wet robe, a jingle-belled G-string, thin black boots with more bells, and his Santa hat. Not much to keep a big man warm.

  “Damn it! Where the fuck are we?”

  Jessica shivered. He definitely wasn’t going to like the answer. “North Pole.”

  Richard gasped as another blast of freezing wind plastered his wet robe against his back. North Pole. What kind of joke was this? “Look, lady, I wanted to get into your pants as much as you wanted to get into mine, but this has gone far enough. Call off this joke. Now!”

  Rubbing her arms, she shivered and stared at him. “I wish it were that easy. This is no joke, and this is not the place to explain anything. Come on. We gotta start walking before we freeze to death.” Turning, she struggled through the knee deep snow toward…

  Richard looked around. Toward what? He couldn’t see anything but snow and gray sky. How the hell did she know which way to go?

  Another blast of wind and another shiver. His teeth began to chatter. Fuck. He was going to freeze to death. At least walking was better than waiting to die. He surged after her, doing his best to ignore the clammy robe clinging to his back and the numbness that was already deadening his fingers and toes.

  “Where are we going?”

  “West.”

  “How do you know?”

  She looked back over her shoulder. “Because I live here.”

  “Here? In the middle of nowhere?” He shivered and slapped his hands against his arms. Fuck but it was cold. He could feel his balls and cock contracting, trying to bury themselves back in his body. And -- he was getting tired, way too tired.

  Jessica trudged along in front of him, a shiver rolling from her shoulders to her ass every few steps. If he weren’t so damn cold, he’d really appreciate the way it shimmied.

  Her voice drifted back to him. “I like it here. Nobody bothers me.” She held up her hand. “Do you hear that?”

  He stopped and sucked cold air into his heaving lungs. “What?”

  “Shhhh. Listen.”

  At first, Richard only heard the wind howling. Then, though, another sound reached his ears. Bells. Jingle bells. Closing his eyes, he shook his head. This was it then. He was dying -- freezing to death somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and God only knew how he’d gotten here in the first place.

  The bells got louder and he opened his eyes.

  Jessica was jumping up and down, the tiny part of his brain not thinking exclusively about survival enjoying the way her breasts bounced.

  “Here! Over here! Dashiell, Danny, Prankster, and Vicky. Compass, Cueball, Donny, and Blister.”

  Richard shook his head. He had to be hearing things. She was calling Santa’s reindeer.

  Then he began to laugh. That explained it. This was a crazy nightmare. He wasn’t really dying. In another few minutes he’d wake up with one hell of a hangover. Yep, he’d had too much to drink last night and was paying for it with a goofy nightmare.

  Jessica continued to jump up and down.

  Richard cocked his head to the side and watched her breasts. May as well enjoy the one good part of this nightmare.

  But the jangling of bells grew louder and interrupted his musings. Pulling his gaze from Jessica’s bouncing breasts, he stared at the dark shape that grew larger as it approached. Wind gusted toward them, carrying the sound not only of jingling bells but also of barking dogs.

  A dogsled? Richard forced his freezing cheeks into a grin. They were saved.

  Soon he could make out the individual dogs -- mostly gray and black mixes except for the leader. That one was completely white and almost invisible against the snow.

  Jessica fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around the white dog’s neck. “Vicky, I have never been so happy to see you. Good girl.”

  Pushing herself back to her feet, she stumbled to the side of the sled and pulled out something big, dark, and, thanks to a gust of wind tumbling in Richard’s direction, smelly.

  “Richard,” she called after she’d disappeared into it, “get over here. There are plenty of blankets on the sled. We have to get warm, and Vicky will have us home in no time.”

  After a few seconds, he stumbled toward the sound of her voice. So what if Jessica had just turned into a smelly bear. That seemed to be a logical state of affairs for this particular nightmare.

  “Shit, Richard,” the bear said, “you’re freezing. Get that wet robe off and get into the sled.”

 
He stood grinning at her. It wasn’t that cold anymore; and damn, but that bear had a sexy voice.

  Muttering blasphemies, she grabbed him, jerked his robe off, and pushed him down on the blankets piled in the sled.

  Richard grinned at her. What did she want with his wet robe?

  She cursed again. Shrugging out of her coat, she slid into the sled next to him, sucking in a shocked breath as she came in contact with his icy skin. Richard tried to move over. Pulling her bearskin coat over them, she tucked it in around them.

  He yawned. When had he ever felt so tired? Must have been the great sex. Smiling, he closed his eyes. A short nap was just what he needed.

  “Vicky,” she called. “Take us home. Now! Mush!”

  All eight dogs barked and surged forward.

  “Don’t worry,” she said as she pulled the coat up over their faces to shut out the icy wind. “Vicky and the other dogs will get us home all right. She’s been traveling this same trail for three hundred years.”

  Eyes closed, Richard smiled and nodded. Three hundred years. Nice to know they wouldn’t get lost.

  Chapter Ten

  “Come on, big boy, we’re home.”

  Jessica shook the sleeping man’s shoulder. Halfway home, he’d finally stopped shivering and gone to sleep. Not a good thing considering how cold he still was, but he had warmed up a bit, and his breathing had remained steady.

  “Wake up, Richard. You’re too big for me to carry.”

  “Fucking Santa,” he mumbled. “I hate Santa.”

  “Need some help, Jessica?”

  A sigh of relief escaped Jessica as she turned around. Good old Nick. He always sent a couple of his employees over with a Christmas tree. Thank goodness they’d chosen to come with it today.

  “I sure could, Jack. Could you dump this guy in the hot tub for me? It’s the quickest way I know to thaw him out.”

  Grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear, the short man grabbed Richard by the wrist and yanked him out of the sled. “What kind of moron roams around the Arctic in the middle of winter mostly naked?”

  She didn’t answer. The last thing she needed was for Jack to find out Penny had bonked them with a couple of love balls. All elves were hopeless gossips, and Jack was one of the worst.