Santa's Helpers: Damned Santa
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Copyright ©2012 Marie Treanor
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Guard dogs barked in the street below. It was time to jump.
From the icy rooftop, Nicholas did a quick check for observers -- and found himself looking right in the attic window of the next building. The curtains were open, as if the tenants still appreciated the sight of the moon and stars which had been absent for so long. On the other hand, they weren't paying the sky any attention.
They lay naked in one another's arms. The bed coverings trailed onto the floor as the couple made love in the soft lamplight. The woman's face was unusually beautiful, with big, dark eyes and broad, delicate cheekbones tapering into a slightly pointed, determined-looking chin, all framed by long, sex-tangled dark hair. Her taut, perfect skin flushed with passion as she gazed into the face of her lover, moving under him with a slow sensuality that sent Nicholas's blood pounding straight to his loins.
Her legs, constantly moving to caress her partner, were long and shapely. From what he could see of her body, her curves were delicious. He found himself willing the man to lift his kneading hand off her breast so that he could see it, just for an instant. But for some reason, what enchanted him most was her mouth -- full, expressive, trembling with her need as it reached for the man's kiss.
He teased her, easing in and out of her with slow, exploring strokes. His back undulated, muscles rippling under the woman's caressing hands as she arched to meet him, and the man kissed her at last.
A pang of envy shot through Nicholas. He could find a willing woman to fuck easily enough, but this kind of passion, familiar, long-standing and yet still exciting, had eluded him since his imprisonment in this city. He missed it.
And God, this woman was lovely with her eyes unfocused and her mouth wide open in ecstasy. He couldn't look away.
And then, without warning, she rolled the man onto his back, straddling him, riding him. Through the window, Nicholas met the half-blissful, half-amused gaze of the woman's blond lover. Who looked exactly like him.