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  His hot breath was like molten lava, melting her, making her teeth clench again. The stroke of his tongue was sinful, raspy in its ministrations. Kier’s hands cupped her ass, pulling her so close they almost became one entity.

  He didn’t let up when the pleasure became so unbearable, Nia thought she’d collapse. It only increased with each mewl for release she made. He drove into her with his tongue, stabbing at her entrance, moving her thighs farther apart.

  The sight of his broad, muscled back between her legs was delicious. It further heightened the experience until she could no longer bear to stand at the edge of orgasm.

  She gripped his shoulders with fingers that dug into his skin. Her hips rocked forward one last time in a final, hard thrust. His tongue lapped at her, unrelenting. The sound of moist flesh being licked surrounded her, drowning everything else.

  Electricity gnawed at every nerve ending she owned.

  And she came.

  With a flood of color, light and the roar of a tidal wave of climax. Her muscles clenched reflexively, tightening and shaking.

  Kier’s growl of satisfaction was loud, making her flesh feel the rumble of his lips on her.

  Nia slid down the wall, boneless, only to have Kier pull her back up. “If I don’t fuck you now, I’ll explode, Nia. Are you ready?” he rasped in her ear.

  She had no time to catch her breath, so she nodded her head as he lifted her into his arms and securely wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her so high up against the wall his head was at her collarbone.

  With Kier poised at her entrance, Nia found herself whispering raggedly, “Fuck me, Kier.”

  His response was muffled against her neck by her cry from the force of his entry. He drove into her slick passage with a powerful upward thrust.

  Nia had to clamp her arms around his neck to keep herself from losing her grip on him.

  His chest was smooth with sweat, gliding against hers as he picked up momentum, pressing the hardened muscles into her swollen nipples.

  Her legs tightened with each plunge he made into her, filling her with his thick cock. It stretched her and left her moaning. The deliciousness of it was so extreme.

  Kier didn’t just fill her. He possessed her, grinding his pelvis to hers. As her clit scraped against the ripple of his abdomen, she felt another orgasm build. It clawed at her, forcing her to acknowledge its presence. Its wanton need for escape.

  Kier lifted her higher, using his knees to drive into her with deeper thrusts. Nia wanted to crawl out of her skin from the battering ram of need that lashed at her pussy, but Kier didn’t let up. The hard length of his shaft begged for more with each wicked stroke. The slap of flesh-on-flesh made her weak.

  Mercy.

  She wanted to beg for mercy. Beg for release, but she couldn’t find the words until suddenly Kier was stiffening against her. His arms gathered her in a steel band of imprisonment while his hips still moved in tight circles.

  “I can’t hold out anymore,” he ground out before rocking against her one final time.

  “Me either,” she managed before the delectable friction against her clit, coupled with the slick drive of his cock, sent her into a frenzied orgasm.

  They shouted their release together, in a synchronized howl of satisfaction.

  Their chests crashed together from the harsh inhalation of breaths. Hands and arms that once clung to each other, loosened and became weak. They slid to the floor still joined, their wheezing breaths filling the office air.

  He withdrew from her carefully and, with a low grunt, pulled her to him and rested his chin on her head.

  Nia snuggled closer to Kier’s side and let out a long, breathy sigh. For this moment, just on the fringe of Christmas morning, she was content. More content than she could remember being in a maybe a light year. She wouldn’t question what had just happened. Whatever it was, it had been a passion she’d never known. Out of control and wildly abandoned.

  Besides, was there an explanation for a coupling like they’d just had?

  “Nia?”

  “What?”

  “I like you a lot when your mouth is shut.”

  She giggled, letting go of her typical angry retort. “That goes double for me.”

  “You like you better when your mouth is shut too?”

  Tweaking his ribs, she chuckled again. “You know what I meant,” she chided.

  “Yeah, I did. I’ve been thinking. We don’t have to compete. We could ask the boss to split the job. We don’t have to fight.”

  “But we always fight. It’s like a staple with us.”

  “About work, yeah, we do. But I think it’s clear we don’t always have to choose to argue. It’ll be a conscious effort, for sure, but I think we can play nice.”

  “Be careful what you say, Star Man. This is the afterglow. You might mess up and say something you’ll regret.”

  Kissing the top of her head, this time Kier laughed. Throaty and rumbling against the ear she had on his chest. “Nah. I think we can do it.”

  “We could kill each other in the process too.”

  “Or,” he kissed her lips, “we could do that again. It clearly relieves the tension so common between us.”

  Indeed, that it had.

  “Knock-knock,” a familiar voice called.

  Luanne.

  Shit.

  Nia and Kier sat up and flew apart, dropping on their knees to gather their clothing, but Luanne stopped them.

  “Relax. I have my eyes covered. I know what you two have been up to. Some Christmas cheer.” Her giggle was knowing.

  “And you know this how, Luanne?” Kier asked gruffly.

  “Because I’m the responsible party. Remember? ‘Bibbedy-bobbedy-boo and boo again’ for good measure?”

  Kier and Nia groaned together.

  Nia was the first to respond, still on her knees and utterly flabbergasted. “It was you, Luanne? You put a spell on us, didn’t you? How could you do something like that? I thought you were Glenda the Good Witch -- never using your powers for evil and all that sanctimonious crap. What the hell were you thinking?”

  “I was thinking I was sick and tired of the two of you behaving like rabid animals around each other. I was thinking of our co-workers and their ongoing safety. Honestly, Nia, if you and the alien here growled one more time at each other over another project, I really think poor Gandor was going to end up with an ulcer. He’s too meek to put up with all the bellowing you two do. Besides, the spell wouldn’t have worked if you two weren’t made for each other anyway. It just intensified the effects. Oh, and moved you two mules in the right direction quickly before there was more bloodshed. Now thank me properly and put your clothes back on, please. I don’t want to have to personally confirm the Santori rumors. It’ll make me look cheap,” she chuckled, turning her back to them.

  “A spell…” Kier muttered in disbelief.

  “A spell she says wouldn’t have worked if you didn’t like me,” Nia responded with smug assuredness.

  “She said you had to feel it too, so don’t pat yourself on the back so quickly. You’ll bust a rib getting back there.”

  “Shut up, ET.”

  “Now, now,” Luanne reprimanded. “I have other spells. Spells that can make you mute. Forever,” she accentuated. Taking in their surprised faces, she smiled. “So now you both know you like each other under all that work-related animosity. It’s Christmas Eve, Kier is away from his family, and you, Mistress of the Moon, have a family that would probably love to see you paired up with anything other than your drafting pencil. I say that could make for a very Merry Christmas, don’t you? And, let’s not forget the other part of this. I think the residual effect of the spell lasts up to two days…”

  Kier and Nia gave each other a look. A long, thoughtful one.

  “It really would be a waste of a good spell,” Kier said first.

  “And it would be rude of us to -- well -- to be wasteful,” she said with flushed cheeks and a coy smi
le.

  “My mother would never forgive me.”

  “Mine either,” she emphatically agreed.

  “We could work on that proposal together.”

  “And in between we could…”

  Kier nodded in understanding, moving closer to her, sending out a heated message. “Ready to make nice, werewolf?”

  “Okay, but understand one thing, Dr. Spock. There will be no more boffing in the office. No matter how urgent,” she warned, tilting her head up to look at him when he sat up on his knees and enveloped her in his strong arms.

  “You really want to bring me home for Christmas?”

  “As long as you don’t mind our traditional mooing, standing rib roast.”

  “I don’t eat beef, or any meat. My DNA is different from yours. I don’t need protein.”

  “Well, fake it or my grandmother will make you feel a guilt you’ve never known.”

  His hand caressed her back in slow circles, bringing that urgent, intensely heated need again. “Will your family be upset that you’ve brought home an alien? I mean, don’t you werewolves have rules and pacts and stuff?”

  “I don’t think it could be any worse than the demon my sister brought home one year. Interesting guy, nice enough, just a little tense, ya know? As long as I’m happy, they’re happy.”

  “Well, well, that’s a word I didn’t ever think would cross those snarling lips with regard to me,” he joked, nibbling at her neck.

  Nia leaned into him, pressing her body as close to his as she could get. “Don’t overestimate your charms there, extraterrestrial. You’re just okay,” she offered with a grin, raising her lips to meet his. God, they were yummy.

  He skimmed her mouth, running his tongue over it. “Then let’s take my okay and your okay and make it really okay.”

  “Oooookay,” she moaned, sinking into him with a sigh.

  Kier pulled her down to sit atop his belly, hard and rippling. “I have one more question.”

  Nia’s nipples beaded when his hands roamed over her breasts. “Now?”

  “Yeah, now.”

  “What?”

  “Will I still get some pie if I tell you my proposal is done and already on the boss’ desk?”

  Nia could have reacted in typical fashion. With a snarl.

  However, she chose to take a different path, in light of the fact that she sorta liked this Kier. The one who was much nicer when his lips were on hers. “I’d say you’d better find a way to make it up to me and fast, Star Man.”

  Kier pulled her down for a kiss. “Wow. That was mighty magnanimous. I guess maybe, just maybe, you’re a little more than okay. Not a lot. Just a little.”

  “Hush, and get to the making it up to me part,” she ordered with a giggle.

  And he did.

  Boy, did he ever.

  Dakota Cassidy

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