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“Nichol.” He breathes his name.

“Mmm,” the dreamy prince murmurs.

“Nichol, I’m . . .” Teddy groans, folding over the sudden rush of heat that fills his dick and spills onto Nichol’s tongue.

Chapter 31

Nichol

Happy Holigays

“Fuck.” Nichol says, holding the salty pool on his tongue, leaning back on one arm and staring up into the baker’s dreamy sea-blue eyes gazing down at him. Watching him stroke toward his own climax.

“Don’t,” Teddy pleads, softly. “I want it.” He cups Nichol’s jaw with one palm, and folds down, lifting Nichol off his knees with the other hand gripping his bicep.

Nichol rises, as his jeans and underwear drop to his ankles.

Teddy walks forward, guiding Nichol back, against the bed and pushing him down to sit on its edge.

Teddy lowers to his knees, biting back a wince, and settling between Nichol’s thighs, without breaking eye contact.

His face moves down, parting his lips. The baker’s auburn beard tangles in Nichol’s golden blond body hair, as Teddy’s tongue reaches out and takes him into his mouth.

They stare into each other while Teddy swallows his length, then dreamily closes his eyes and moans euphoric delight.

The baker’s prickly beard teases Nichol’s thighs, sending an intoxicating shockwave of electricity through him, and sowing a rash of goosebumps over his skin. He grips the back of Teddy’s head, rolling his hips and pushing deeper inside Teddy’s eager mouth.

Teddy’s thick body shifts back and forth. The muscles in his back tense and buckle as his silken wet tongue strokes Nichol’s cock, swelling on the edge, until it finally releases down Teddy’s throat. Nichol’s sucks air down to his diaphragm and collapses back onto the mattress. His long body arcs, rising off the bedspread.

“Fuck.” Nichol exhales, as his body convulses and Teddy holds his position until every drop has finished emerging.

Teddy licks his lips and kisses Nichol’s belly, then chest, and his mouth climbs the side of Nichol’s neck until their faces meet and slick nutty tongues tangle with each other.

Teddy stands up, and Nichol follows, sitting on the edge of the bed again. His jeans and boxer briefs are around his ankles, his soft cock flopping between his legs. From the waist up, he’s still the picture of the city-slicker Guncle, coiffed blond waves hardly disturbed, nephew-appliqued lights still attached to that ridiculous sweater. Teddy lifts a hand to stroke Nichol’s cheek with his thumb and looks down his hairy chest into Nichol’s gaze.

“Took us long enough to get here.” Nichol spreads a wide, satisfied grin across his face.

Teddy’s face lights up, arching a brow, and he smirks dreamily, “Tell me about it.’’

Nichol chuckles, laying his cheek against Teddy’s belly, nuzzling into his furry flesh, and wrapping his arms in a hug around the baker’s thick runner’s thighs.

“We have a party to get to,” Nichol says, kissing Teddy’s stomach and squeezing him tighter.

“They can wait a few minutes longer.” Teddy’s fingers weave into Nichol’s hair.

They savor the embrace before Nichol finally stands to his feet, kisses Teddy’s lips, and folds down to pull up his pants.

“You should probably get dressed,” he chuffs, chewing the edge of his lip.

“Right.” Teddy is beaming, starry-eyed, while he pulls his party outfit on. He catches Nichol’s gaze at one point and the other man blushes, ducking his head before whatever he sees in Teddy’s face. Finally, he’s dressed, and he turns to Nichol, holding his arms out to the side to show off his outfit.

“Love the vest,” Nichol says with a wink, tugging on the sequined fabric and smoothing Teddy’s crisp white collar.

“I thought you would.” Teddy kisses him again, briefly, before they both deeply inhale and head for the stairs.

When they reach the top landing, Katie meets Nichol’s eyes. Her brows twist and her mouth crooks into a knowing leer.

He confesses his sinful behavior with a coy shrug.

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