Merry Elfing Xmas Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 14955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
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I shake my head, wondering where these crazy thoughts are coming from as my eyes roam over her perfect body. I groan as my cock turns to stone.

“Are you okay?” Easton frowns at me, but I ignore my friend and concentrate on memorizing everything about her. Long, sleek caramel hair frames her delicate heart-shaped face, and I’m dying to watch her large doe eyes fill with passion as I fuck her. This shit is getting scary.

My eyes stop on the gaudy red and green velvet costume hugging her luscious curves like a second skin, and I suddenly want to hide her away from all the men in this room. Ignoring everything happening around us, I feel myself moving toward her. My heart rate accelerates scarily as I realize something life-changing is going on here. I’m pretty sure Santa’s helper just stole my heart.

The adorable little elf looks up and sees us heading across the room. Her eyes widen while her mouth makes a perfect zero. As I step closer, her delicate scent mixed with evergreen surrounds me. I ignore the burly man dressed as Santa Claus and look directly at her. “Hello.” I hold out my hand. “I’m Greyson Woodward, but please call me Grey.”

My little elf’s eyes narrow as she places her delicate hand in mine. “Noelle St. Nick,” she hisses. “Please call me Ms. St. Nick.” My urge to spank her luscious ass wars with my need to kiss her pouty lips as I stare down into her defiant eyes. “Or nothing at all.”

I think my little elf is trying to fight the overwhelming chemistry flowing between us. I bring her soft hand to my lips, barely resisting the urge to run my tongue along her soft skin. “Nice to meet you, Ms. St. Nick.” Her delicate scent puts my senses on high alert as my zipper digs ridges in my hard cock. I reluctantly release her hand to pull my jacket closed, hoping to hide my boner from everyone else in the room.

“This is my business partner, Easton Ritchie.” Manners dictate that I must introduce her to my friend, but I’ll break his goddamn hand if he dares to touch my curvy little elf.

“Meeting the two of you is the highlight of my life.” My sassy little elf smirks at Easton before turning to hold out a candy cane to me. “Want a candy cane?”

I already have a hard cane in my pants, little elf. For a second, I worry my mouth disconnected from my brain and I muttered the thought aloud. When neither my elf nor my best friend react, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Or would you prefer a picture with Santa? We could probably get you both in the picture with him.” My cock urges me to throw my curvy little elf over my shoulder and take her somewhere to discuss her insolence. Or more accurately, I want to discuss what her insolence does to me.

“We’ll take a pass, but thank you for the lovely offer,” Easton tells her, easing some of the tension coursing around us. While I’m thankful for my friend’s diplomatic response, I hate the thought of another man talking to my girl. I’m not sure where this caveman attitude is coming from, but I can’t seem to control it. I had no idea snark coming from a curvy little elf would be my cock’s kryptonite.

“Noelle, the picture line is getting long.” The asshole manager comes up behind us. I barely resist the urge to drive my fist through Bob’s smug face when he steps way the fuck too close to my curvy little elf and whispers, “And Santa can’t take pictures without his beautiful elf.”

Oh, hell no. When the motherfucker reaches out to touch her shoulder, I see red as rage flows through my blood. Luckily, my best friend saves the day by interrupting the asshole. “Bob, I need to talk to you really quick.” After the two men walk away, I turn back to Noelle.

“If you’re done with me, I have to get back to work.” My curvy little elf takes a step back, and I feel the urge to pull her close again.

“Can I take you to dinner after this party?” I surprise us both by asking. Her dark honey eyes widen comically while her cheeks turn bright red.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” She squares her shoulders. “I don’t go out with strangers.”

“If you have dinner with me, we can get to know each other,” I growl, barely able to negotiate as hunger for my little elf flows through me.

“Maybe I don’t want to get to know you, Mr. Scrooge.” Oh, little Ms. Noelle is begging for a spanking, but first, I need to convince her to give me a chance.

“Then I’ll have to find a way to change your mind.” Ever the tactician, I tell myself to step back and regroup. There’s no way I’ll let Noelle get away from me, but I need to plan my next move.


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