Page 15 of The Mrs. Clause
"I love you, Collins. You are my heart, my soul. Without you I am nothing. A shell."
I opened my mouth to return his declaration but was rudely interrupted by the shrill screech of a smoke alarm.
"Shit!" I swore squirming free and racing to the kitchen. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
I switched the waffle maker off, snatching at the tea towel and waving it frantically under the ringing smoke alarm, turning my head and coughing as the smoke from the burnt waffle wafted around the kitchen.
Nick threw open the French doors that led to our backyard, encouraging the smoke to move outside.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to make you breakfast in bed. I forgot about the waffles and-" Nick silenced me with a firm kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, tasting of sex and man and the spice that was pure Nick.
"You made me waffles," he murmured against my lips, his body pressing against mine. "I haven't had waffles since you left."
I pulled back, raising eyebrows in surprise. "Excuse me? You love waffles."
He shrugged, not offering a reply and looking a little sheepish.
My eyes dropped to his naked form. "You should go put some clothes on before you get frostbite."
"Never," he pulled me close, lifting me in his big arms and swinging us around.
I laughed, clutching at his shoulders, "your hands a freezing!"
"You'll warm me up, won't you, Tesoro?"
"No!" I laughed, playfully kicking my legs. "Put me down! I need to make breakfast."
He slid me down his body, as if he were reluctant to allow me to escape and ensured I felt every inch of him. He pressed his forehead to mine once again, his eyes turning serious, raw with emotion.
"Grazie per avermi restituito il mio cuore. Senza di te, il mio petto era una cavità vuota, la mia vita senza luce o speranza. Sei la mia anima, Collins. Il mio tutto."
I melted against him, offering him my lips. He took them in a sweet kiss filled with promises and hope.
"I love you, Nicholas Del Laurentis. Thank you for waiting for my waffles."
Chapter Eight
Nick
Christmas Eve wasn't turning out at all how I expected. The last two weeks spent with Collins were… fucking awesome. The contract was now a moot point. We'd spent our days wandering London's streets and visiting old haunts, rekindling the relationship we always should have had, one conversation at a time. But as soon as darkness fell, we'd spent our nights exploring each other, rediscovering wants and desires. Building trust.
I'd had an unavoidable last-minute meeting to attend. Collins had waved me off with a smile. After a very long two hours, I'd opened the door, stomping off the sleet from my boots and shaking out my coat when Collins' husky voice stopped me dead.
"Can I help you with that, Mister Del Laurentis?"
I glanced up, my body freezing in place as I took her in. Dressed in a short red velvet robe trimmed with fake white fur, she wore a sexy smile and thigh-high stockings with heels.
I swallowed a growl, feeling all the blood in my body immediately rush to my cock.
"And you are?" I asked, playing along.
"Mrs. Claus, of course." She bobbed into a little curtsy, eyes twinkling. "Just here to give you an early Christmas present."
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms, amusement and arousal competing for dominance. "And that is?"
With a wicked grin she dropped the robe, letting it fall to pool around her feet.
Any remaining brain cells I had in my blood-deprived brain immediately imploded. She wore nothing but the heels and stockings, and a full body leather harness. The red straps buckled around her thick thighs, her broad hips and wrapped over and under her gloriously full breasts, lifting them in a way that made my mouth water.
