It’s the day before Christmas Eve and Nick Kringle is making
deliveries on the main street of the city when a car breaks down at the
intersection. He rushes to help him and comes face to face with the most
delicious man he’s ever seen.
Amid the seasonal crowds and inclement weather, Dylan West
gets out of his stalled car and tries to push it to the side of the road.
Dylan’s down on his luck, but his hero Nick believes in magic and decides to
throw a little Dylan’s way.
Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has
anything to do with it.
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Dylan’s
heart gave a giant thump and then raced as Nick’s eyes locked with his.
Dylan
couldn’t look away. Nick gazed at him with unconcealed interest. A ripple of
happiness went over Dylan. Nick said something to the hostess and left her. He
walked toward Dylan purposefully, his muscled body radiating sex. Dylan’s
stomach muscles instantly tightened, and his cock jerked.
Nick
stopped just about toe to toe with Dylan.
“Hi.
What happened to your car?” His pupils widened, darkening his ice-blue eyes.
Dylan
soaked up the sight. He is attracted to
me. “I left it by the roadside until the morning. I couldn’t face standing
in the cold waiting for a tow truck.”
Nick’s
eyes filled with sympathy. “You might find it gone tomorrow. It might get towed
by the city.”
Dylan
shrugged. “The way I feel right now, I wish it would.”
“What
else do you wish for, Dylan?” Nick’s voice was low and sexy.
The
question, combined with the scorching look Nick gave him, sent a shock of
tingling desire all the way through Dylan’s body. He knew right then they’d
connect sexually for sure, sooner or later. He hoped it would be sooner. The
words that formed in his mind weren’t to be spoken—hot sex, your cock, your ice-blue eyes gazing on me and your hard body
rammed against mine, fucking hell—you…
Nick’s
expression grew tender. “You know you’re standing under a huge bunch of mistletoe?”
Dylan’s
entire body tensed as a wave of desire burned over him. He couldn’t tear his
gaze away from Nick’s mouth. The way Nick moved even closer to him captured him
in a web of attraction. Unbidden, a sigh of pleasure escaped him.
Nick
trapped him, placing a hand on the wall over Dylan’s shoulder as he leaned in.
He murmured as he closed the gap between their faces, “Hey, I think you’re
gorgeous. Don’t be afraid. I want your
kiss. I want to kiss you.”
Nick’s
lips touched Dylan’s, soft, tender, searching.
Dylan’s
breath left him. His sexual hunger surged and he pushed his arms around Nick’s
neck, pulling him close to kiss him hard, and then linger in a shower of
kisses—kiss after kiss, until his cock strained against his jeans and his ass
clenched.
Nick
drew away to look into Dylan’s eyes. “Fucking hell, I want you badly. Is there
somewhere we can go?”
Dylan
couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t resist. If he only got this night he’d
take it. He needed this delicious man’s hands all over him. Lust reduced him to
mush.
©E.D. Parr, Evernight Publishing
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