Free Naughty Nicks by Christine d'Abo Page B

harassment worries, but I promise you I won’t mind you doing some harassing. A lot of harassing, in fact. I’ll even harass you back.”
    “Kim...” He growled and closed his eyes for a moment. “Look, I’m attracted to you, but I’m not sure I’m the best man for—”
    “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