Seduced by Santa(14)

“Yeah, you can fuck off,” he told it in a low voice and carried on shaving. He was done with being the big guy. Done with The Call, The Belt and everything it meant. Done with Santa. He was just Rhod and he wasn’t a Claus. Not anymore. And no pain-in-the-ass enchanted box was going to tell him otherwise.

A few minutes later he drew the razor over his chin for the final time, then reached into the sink to splash water over his face. Nothing, not a good shave to blow the cobwebs away or even a few minutes mulling over the most un-sexy things he could think of—like cleaning out the oven in his flat or decorating the hall—had gotten his erection to subside.

“Honey…do I look okay?”

He glanced in the mirror to see Candy hovering in the doorway, pulling at the sexiest little elf outfit he’d ever seen. A green knee-length dress with white trim hugged her figure, while a wide black belt emphasized her tiny waist. With her dark hair in loose curls over her shoulders and green stripy pantyhose, the whole look was “sexy secretary meets Santa’s naughty little helper.”

“You look wonderful, sweetheart…”

Grabbing a towel to wipe his face dry, he dropped it in the laundry bin as he passed and stalked toward her. If Santa really did have help that looked like that, he sure as hell wouldn’t leave the North Pole.

Rhod stopped barely a hairsbreadth from her, crowding into her personal space deliberately and watched her eyes dilate with awakening passion. “In fact…” He leaned down to whisper his lips over hers, his cock tenting the towel and threatening its precarious grip on his hips. It didn’t matter how many dull things he thought of when he was around her; his body reacted instantly. “If we didn’t have to be somewhere tonight, I’d take you into the bedroom and strip that pretty outfit off you. With my teeth.”

The breath she dragged in over parted lips was shaky, and the answering heat in her eyes had him backing her up towards the bedroom. All thoughts of the party and everything else planned this evening fled his mind like a flock of birds headed south for the winter. All he could think about was getting her on a flat surface and peeling that delicious little outfit off her a piece at a time.

His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss. Desire shot through him like a lightning strike, electrifying every cell in his body. He walked her backwards, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her up hard against him. She moaned, the sexy little sound lost under his lips. Fuck, he loved it when she did that. His cock jerked, balls tightening with the need to pull up the knee length skirt so he could sink into her wet heat.

Her body softened, lips clinging to his as she kissed him back and he knew he had her. Fuck the party…they could be quick, very quick. A fast, dirty screw before the party. Yeah…

Briiiinnnnggg.

They both froze at the sound of the doorbell. Rhod closed his eyes as she pulled away, muttering a curse under his breath. The doorbell went off again, and again, the sound gleeful and insistent, as though someone were leaning on the button the other side. Stone. It just had to be.

Candy cleared her throat and stepped back. A flush hit her cheeks as she smoothed down her outfit and looked up at him to smile. He caught his breath at the promise in her eyes.

“That’ll be Eloise and Jared. After the party…you’re all mine.”

The husky tone did things to his body that should be illegal, but somehow he managed a smile back.

“You’d better believe it, babe.” He paused to flick a glance back through into the bedroom. “Errr… I’m going to be a while still. How about I meet you there?”

“Typical man, taking an age to get ready. Okay, I’ll see you there…but don’t be late. I would hate for you to miss Jared being Santa.” She reached up on tiptoe to plant another, hard kiss on his lips.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Rhod chuckled, unable to resist watching the sexy wiggle of her ass as she grabbed her coat from the back of the couch and headed for the door. He watched her until she was out of sight, waiting until he heard the door open and familiar voices in the hallway. Reassured by Stone’s deep tones that Candy was in safe hands, he turned and walked back into the bedroom to get ready.

He didn’t get more than three steps into the room before The Call hit him. Hard. Every muscle in his body locked up, almost driving him to his knees as the box appeared on the bed in front of him in a sparkle and glow of magic.

“Fuck. Off!” he ground out, gritting his teeth as he kept moving.

Each step past the thing was like walking through treacle, steel reinforced treacle, but he did it, reaching the other side of the bed and the wardrobe by the window. Reaching up, he grabbed his pants off the hanger and hauled them on. All the time he ignored the box behind him, the magic so strong now that it was humming.