“Alan.” I sat up. “If there’s anyone who can find a way, it’s you. I mean, look what you built here. You’re the boss. All those people down there have to do what you say. And if you want to do something, then you’re damn well going to do it.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Max nodded.
Alan watched us with a contemplative look on his face, then leaned back in his chair. “Yeah. I am the damn boss. You know, I think I just got stuck in a rut. Between the company and raising a family, you just kind of fall into a routine, and you get busy, and shit seems too hard. I’m going to find a way to build multimillion-dollar projects for clients and provide cheap housing for the disadvantaged. Right after the holidays, we’re implementing a charitable program.”
He nodded and looked to the side, as if he was already planning out how it would work.
Max and I shared a satisfied smile. The snow globe in his pocket glowed, making us both look down, but we couldn’t take it out and inspect it in front of Alan. Instead we just shared a secret fist bump under the table.
“All right! Back to the party, you two.” Alan shooed us out. “I have a happy phone call to make, and then I’ll join you.”
We got up and walked to the door, and he called after us, “And thank you! Both of you. You were right, Sadie. Sometimes all it takes is a fresh perspective to get you thinking clearly.”
“Anytime.” I smiled and closed the door. Out in the hall, the boisterous sounds of the party below drifted up to us.
Max’s fingers wrapped gently around mine. “You’re amazing.” There was that red glint of magic in his eyes again, taking my breath away.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “No, I’m not. I just talked to him. Sometimes, people just need someone to listen.”
“You are.” He stepped closer and leaned into me. “I can see why the Christmas magic sent you to help us. You have a pure heart.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was being so sweet. Also, he was hot, and I wanted to kiss his full lips. His fresh-snow-and-gingerbread smell was making me breathe him in like a creep, my eyes drooping closed as we leaned closer.
Our lips nearly touched, and then a loud laugh startled us.
Two drunk guys stumbled up the stairs.
“Max!” they chorused when they saw us, and rushed over.
“Bro, we’ve been looking all over for you.” The slightly overweight one with reindeer ears laughed.
“Yeah, the costume competition is all set up, dude,” his short buddy in a full bright red suit added. “We’ve been running this comp for years, but we never thought to do a prize.”
They started to shuffle him toward the stairs. He looked over his shoulder at me longingly, but I shooed him away with a chuckle. A festive dress-up contest would help recharge the power core.
He nodded and turned to his new friends. “Actually, I had another idea. What if the prize was a donation to the winner’s charity of choice?”
The two guys yelled and carried on about what a great idea that was all the way down the stairs. There was nothing like a party for making fast friends with total strangers. I had a feeling they’d be telling stories about the “elf dude” for years to come.
I started to wander after them, thinking I might try to find Tin and see if he wanted to dance with me.
As I passed one of the offices, the door swung open. A large hand wrapped around my wrist and a strong arm around my waist. Before I could even gasp in surprise, I was pulled into the dark room, and the door slammed shut.
The Jingle Bells
As soon as the door slammed closed, I was shoved against the wall beside it. In the next instant, all six feet five inches of El’s tall, muscular frame were pressed against me, and he was kissing me, wild and insistent.
I groaned into his mouth and kissed him back with just as much gusto.
He pulled away, breathing hard, and dragged his hands up and down my sides. “I want to tear this dress off you.”
“You hate it that much?” I teased.
“No. I fucking love it. You’re like every naughty Christmas fantasy come to life. But this fabric is just the wrapping. I want to see what’s underneath.” He hooked one finger on the neckline and dragged it down, exposing my cleavage.
“How about we compromise and peel it away carefully? I don’t have anything else to change into.”
His mumbled reply was muffled as he buried his face in my boobs. When he licked my cleavage, I gasped. He took his time, kissing and licking the tops of my breasts as his hands played with them over the fabric, pushing them up and kneading, his thumbs teasing the nipples.
But we didn’t have time to take things slow. I wanted nothing more than to check into a hotel room and lock all three of them in with me for several days of debauchery, but we had a sleigh to fix, presents to deliver.
“That feels amazing,” I breathed. “But don’t we have to focus on the task . . . the thing . . .”
“There’s more than one way to spread cheer.” He grinned against my cleavage and looked up.
I burst out laughing. “Oh my god. Do you all use the same lines?”
“Did Tin already crack that joke?” He chuckled but looked a little annoyed he’d been beaten to the one-liner.
I nodded.
“Son of a bitch.” He shook his head.
“Are we gonna waste time talking?” I rolled my hips, rubbing up against the bulge in his pants. “It might land me on the naughty list, but I want to jingle your bells.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he practically growled, then gripped my ass firmly and lifted me away from the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, grinning as he carried me across the room. I loved how strong and confident he was, how hard the straining muscles in his back felt under my touch. He was all man . . . er . . . elf? Man-elf hybrid?
Anyway, he deposited me on the desk and kissed me again. His hands ran along my thighs and made me squirm against him, but his hips stayed just out of reach.
I made a frustrated noise and wrapped my arms around his waist, ready to drag him to me or climb him like a tree, but he laughed softly and pulled away.
He sat in the wheelie desk chair as I panted, both my hands gripping the edge of the desk.
His eyes drank me in slowly, from head to toe. Then he grabbed my left ankle, pulled the zip on my boot down with precision, and eased the shoe off my foot. It dropped to the carpet with a soft thunk. He repeated the deliberate movements with the other boot, then gripped both my ankles.
I was on the edge of my seat—literally—waiting to see what he would do next, ready and willing to follow his lead.
El’s strong hands glided up my calves, around my knees, and up my thighs. The closer he got to the apex of my legs, the hotter and wetter I got for him. He teased me, running his thumbs over the sensitive creases, making me rock my hips to seek more friction.
But he kept going, his hands moving to my hips and up under the dress until he had the top of my tights in his grip. I lifted my hips, and he pulled the tights down, taking my panties with them.
He tugged the fabric down my legs, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin as he retraced his path.
When the tights reached my knees, he once again took my left ankle in his firm grip and pulled the fabric all the way off my foot. After placing my foot on the chair beside him, he reached for the other ankle. Once the tights and underwear were completely gone, he put that foot on the chair too.
He looked me dead in the eyes, his lips parted, his muscular chest rising and falling. The golden magic glinted in his gaze as he gripped my knees and spread them, pushing the chair forward at the same time.
I gasped and gripped the table harder. With my feet propped up and my knees wide, I was completely exposed to him. All he had to do was lift the skirt.
He dragged his hands from my knees back to my hips, his grip less gentle this time, his touch on my inner thighs driving me wil
d.
I was holding back moans, and he hadn’t even touched me between my legs yet.
And then he went from zero to a hundred in one second flat. He shoved the dress up, leaned down, and licked me in one smooth, confident stroke. I cried out and leaned back on my hands.
Elvis was so teasingly slow, then so intoxicatingly fast—I never had any idea what to expect. He curved his arms around my thighs to keep me steady and just went to town. He licked, sucked, and even used his teeth and had me racing head-on toward an orgasm within minutes.
I gripped the hair at the top of his head with one hand, threading my fingers into those soft auburn locks, keeping him exactly where he was as heat started to spread up my chest. I ground myself against his face as I chased the feeling, barely even trying to hold back my moans. Hopefully the party was too loud for anyone to hear anything anyway.
The click of a door handle made my eyes fly open, and the party noises briefly became louder before the door closed again. I whipped my head around, trying to pull away from El’s relentless mouth.
Relief flooded me when I saw it was Tin and not an unsuspecting coworker of Monica’s, because El wasn’t stopping. His grip on my thighs tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he kept me in place and devoured me.
But I kept my gaze on Tin. His eyes immediately became hooded with lust. He took a deep breath, then let the air out through full, parted lips.
He sauntered around to the side of the desk to get a good look at what El was doing between my legs. Biting his bottom lip, he groaned and looked up at my face, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
With a prolonged moan, I bucked against El’s mouth, and my orgasm washed over me in hot waves.
El licked at me until I came down, then pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face.
“You guys know there are no locks on these doors, right?” Tin inclined his head to the door behind me.
El shrugged and stood. “Adds to the thrill.”
“That it does.” Tin nodded.
I was just trying to breathe while they talked.
“You look beautiful when you come.” Tin brushed my flushed cheek with the back of his hand while El gently massaged the tops of my thighs.
I looked down, suddenly embarrassed for some reason by how openly they were talking about it.
“Would you like me to leave?” Tin asked. There was no judgment or expectation in his gaze. He just wanted to do whatever I felt comfortable with.
Apparently still incapable of speech, I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. I reached out to grip the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He kissed me as intently and gently as he had when I’d been up against that pine tree.
One of his hands was splayed on the table next to my hip for balance, but his other hand ghosted over my neck, his fingers tickling me as they trailed down. He grabbed one breast and massaged it, then the other, then kept moving down until he was cupping my swollen, wet lips.
I kept my eyes open the whole time, kissing Tin while I watched El.
El’s eyes followed his friend’s hand all the way down my body as he continued to massage my thighs. His coat was hanging off one side, revealing a toned shoulder, and the golden fur gleamed in the dim light.
Tin started moving his hand, rubbing me firmly, before sliding two fingers inside. I had to break the kiss to gasp, but Tin just redirected his focus to my neck and collarbone, licking and sucking, sending pleasure shooting straight to my nipples.
He gripped my bra strap and the collar of my dress with his teeth and dragged it over my shoulder. El was only half a second behind; the dress’s wide scoop neck made it easy for him to pull down the other side with his hand until my breasts were spilling out.
They both pulled back to look.
“Perfect,” El breathed as Tin nodded in agreement, his fingers sliding in and out of me slowly.
I couldn’t take this torture any longer. I reached for El’s pants, managing to pop the top button before he batted my hand away and finished the task himself. His pants fell around his ankles, and his cock sprang free. It was long and veiny, and perfectly straight. He stroked it slowly up and down as I reached for Tin’s pants next.
Tin pulled away from me to undo them and push them down. He was a little shorter than El but thicker, the head engorged and just begging to be sucked.
“I want you in my mouth,” I declared, finally finding my voice.
He moaned and looked up to the ceiling as if begging for control, then exchanged a heated look with El. I had no idea how many times they’d done this, how many women they’d shared, but in that moment I didn’t care. I was just happy they were so comfortable with each other that they could both stand so close to me with their perfect, hard dicks out. I was just happy they were about to share me.
El held his hand out at his side, and golden magic sparkled at his fingertips as he brought his thumb and forefinger together. As the magic faded, a condom became visible—already out of the packet.
He slid it down his length as I watched, amused.
“You couldn’t magic it directly onto your cock?” I teased.
He paused and canted his head. “Very good point. Next time.”
“Say ‘cock’ again,” Tin begged, his hand wrapped around his own hard length. “I love how it sounds coming out of your perfect mouth.”
I turned to him and smiled. “Cock.”
He groaned. “Naughty girl.”
El lined himself up with my entrance, and we both looked down to watch as he slid into me. He pushed in slowly and with ease, letting us both revel in every single inch of connection until he was fully inside, his hips flush with mine, his hands gripping my waist. He held still for a moment and then kissed me. The sensations of him all around me—his hands on my body, his scent enveloping me, his hardness deep inside—were dizzying.
He broke the kiss and pushed me gently until I was lying flat on the desk. It was just wide enough for my body to spread across it, but my head hung off the other edge.
Tin moved around the desk. With my head tipped back, I was at the perfect height and the perfect angle for him. He stepped toward me, and as I took him into my mouth, his hips pushing forward, I applied a light suction. At the same time, El pulled out of me, and I moaned at the dual sensations.
They started slow, finding a rhythm—one thrusting forward while the other pulled back, or both thrusting into me at the same time—playing around with different timings until we found one that worked for all of us.
El started to slam into me faster and with more intensity, his big hands gripping my hips and spreading me open. Tin leaned over me and played with my breasts, kneading and rubbing and teasing the nipples, tugging and pinching as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth.
A small tree decked out in miniature baubles and bells sat on the corner of the desk, and as the two of them fucked me harder and faster, the decorations started to jingle with the movement. We’d joked about it several times, but we were now literally jingling the bells.
I tried to run my hands over the corded muscle in El’s forearms, tried to reach over my head to grip Tin’s ass, but the position they had me in was restrictive, and in the end, all I could do was splay my hands out on the desk and hold on for dear life. I surrendered completely to this moment, to the sensations coursing through my body, to the pure, exhilarating, intoxicating feeling of being consumed by them.
Tin was the first to come. His thrusts became jerky, his breathing shaky, and he stopped playing with my boobs and gripped the edge of the table.
Moaning, he spilled into the back of my throat as he doubled over. I swallowed him down—nearly choking on the sticky, warm cum pouring down my throat—and pressed my tongue against his length as he pulled out of my mouth. He slouched above me, his head hanging between his shoulders as he struggled to breathe.
El continued to pound into me—grunting, bells jingling, hands gripping. Tin dropped his weight onto his elbows and
took one nipple into his mouth while he lightly pinched the other. It was enough to push me over the edge again, and I cried out as the orgasm crashed through me. My vision blurred as blood rushed to my head, my thighs trembling with wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
El toppled over the edge only a few moments later, his moans matching mine, only deeper and more guttural. He buried himself deep inside me and ground his hips as he came.
After a few moments, El pulled out, and they both stepped away, all three of us breathing hard.
I let my body go completely limp as my breathing got back to normal, even though my neck was starting to hurt from hanging off the edge of the desk for so long.
As if he’d read my mind, Tin’s hands cupped the back of my head and lifted it for me. He flashed me his cheeky grin, his messy blond hair falling over his forehead as he leaned down to give me a messy upside-down kiss that made me giggle against his lips.
He helped me push up into a sitting position. Halfway there, El grabbed my arms and pulled me the rest of the way up, then helped me pull my bra and dress back over my chest. He handed me some tissues from a box on the desk, planted a kiss on my forehead, and moved to pull his pants back up.
I cleaned myself up and reached down for my tights, but my knees buckled, and El grabbed me and lowered me into the chair, chuckling. He scooped up the tights and handed them to me, running his hand through his hair.
They were both buttoned up, T-shirts and coats straightened, once again looking perfect and good enough to eat. Meanwhile, I was still trembling, naked from the waist down, and having to sit because my legs wouldn’t hold me up. It was hands down the best sex I’d ever had.
“Anyone else thirsty?” Tin scratched his belly. “I should get us some water.”
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