Since birth, demi-god Nick Claus has heard the demands, wishes and dreams of all humans. Unable to grant the wishes of adults because they want love, health, and peace on Earth—things he cannot provide—Nick has devoted his eternity to granting the wishes of children by bringing them toys on Christmas Eve. But what about the things Nick wants? Will he ever find the love he craves? Or will he continue to pretend the North Pole has not become lonely and Christmas is all he needs? Enter Jack Frost. The winter sprite has been teasing Nick and flirting with him ever since the first kiss they shared, centuries ago. With a saucy proposition, Jack convinces Nick to take a few minutes out for himself despite the busy Christmas season. The catch is, Jack hates Christmas. Will Nick be able to melt the heart of Jack Frost, or will he end up getting frostbite from this sexy, naughty sprite?
“Look,” I began. “Running the North Pole is a lot of work. I have to keep things moving, monitor everyone and everything. Do you know how time-sensitive all of this is?”
“If time is an issue, why take away precious moments to come here with me?”
Was he being rhetorical or did he really want an answer? It didn’t matter. I’d dallied long enough. At least this little encounter had not ended with an argument. The only bitter sting of this meeting: the lonely one inside me.
I pushed my stool from the bar. “I should never have come. I need….”
A gentle touch on my arm stopped my retreat. “I know what you need, Nick.” His intoxicating tone went straight to my groin.
“I have work to do,” I argued.
“You always give everyone what they want. Don’t you think it’s time Santa got a gift for Christmas?”
Crossing my arms, I frowned. He never called me Santa except to be derogatory, and I sort of hated it when he did. With him I enjoyed being just plain Nick.
With a sly look, he tossed some cash on the bar. “If you stopped running away from me, Nicky, you might get lucky.”
I bristled. “I don’t run away. I might leave, but only because I get sick of that mouth of yours.”
Jack licked his lips, and damn if I could stop myself from staring at the way his tongue slid over those enticing pieces of flesh. I swallowed hard and all bravado and irritation fled in the face of such temptation.
“You haven’t seen enough of my mouth to really be sick of it.”
My eyes widened and the thud-thud of my heart in my chest seemed impossibly loud. The air in the bar felt hot and suffocating all of a sudden. I fought the urge to tug on my turtleneck and release some heat.
Piercing blue eyes met mine. “Come on. I double-dog dare ya.”
A breathy chuckle escaped me. “What are you, eight years old?”
Smirking, Jack slid off his stool. “I have a room across the way at the Holiday Inn. Care to finally make good on all this back and forth, or do you just wanna take care of your North Pole yourself?”