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Erotic paranormal romance-short story
The 12 Quickies of Christmas
Book 3 in the Twelve Quickies of Christmas series
Chelly is going nuts…she thinks. And she’s fighting for the right to keep her little boy. Right before Christmas, her ex announces he is going to sue for custody of their child.
Because she is losing her mind. She is talking to a man who doesn’t exist. A tall, sexy creature with wicked blue eyes and magic in his hands.
And he can’t possibly exist.
“You look the same as you did twenty years ago,” she spoke softly, interrupting him, staring pensively over his shoulder. “Elves…they really exist. And they don’t age. At least not the way humans do, huh?”
“Da, not the way humans do.” Nikolai moved closer, cupping her face in his hand, stroking his thumb over the curve of her bottom lip. Threading his hand through her golden brown curls, he stared down into her eyes, absorbing the feel of her skin, the scent of her. “So pretty, so soft. Been wanting you, I have, for several years. How long will you stay angry with me?” His lids drooped, lashes hanging low over his eyes, as he studied her mouth. His other hand, big and warm, came up to rest on the curve of her hip.
Chelly’s eyes widened. Her mouth was dry. Other parts were…not. She could feel the hard swell of his cock against her belly, throbbing and pulsing. A deep, aching need opened inside her as her heart started racing a mile a minute, and her nerve endings began sizzling. Blankly, she said the one thing that came to mind. “Are there elves in Russia?”
“Hmmm. Elves, elf-kin and elf-mate as well.” He cocked his head as he responded and a ribbon of hair fell over one muscled shoulder, thick, black and shining. His eyes moved from her mouth down the line of her neck to focus on the movement of her chest as she sucked a breath in and tried to remember how to breathe again.
Chelly followed the gleaming lock of hair as it curled over his chest, her mouth watering. The rippling muscles of his belly almost vibrated and as she stared at him, a hungry growl rumbled out of his chest.
Slowly, unable to keep from touching him as he moved closer, nudging her belly with his sex, she rested her hands on the rock hard, warm wall of his chest, flexing her fingers against the smooth skin there and smiling a cat’s smile as a shudder vibrated through him. Hypnotized, her eyes slid further downward, staring at the bulging swell of his sex under the blue fabric of his jeans.
Jeans? “Elves wear jeans?”
“Would you prefer pointy shoes with bells?” he asked blandly.