Tuesday, December 3, 2013

A Free Christmas Story from Me to YOU!

Happy Holidays, my lovelies!!

Enjoy this short Christmas story from me to you. Santa never looked so sexy. Hope you like it!!

       As Christmas nears, Nikki Frost has one thing on her mind ... Kristopher Claus, heir to the Claus Dynasty.
     The sexy son of Santa has swept Nikki off her feet and left her begging for more. 
      Will Kristopher grant her Christmas wish and finally take the next step in their passionate romance?
     These two know how to heat up a wintry night, but will their sexual chemistry lead to something more. 

This short story isn't available for purchase anywhere. It’s solely intended as a holiday thank you to my readers for sticking by me and always showing your support!!

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Nikki’s Santa Claus
Robin Badillo
Free Christmas Read

Copyright© 2013 Robin Badillo


WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.  No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. 
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  

Nikki’s Santa Claus

“Do you think he’s really going to ask?” Nikki Frost shot an uneasy glance at her older sister, Kristi.
Kristi shrugged. “He insisted you come, didn’t he?”
Nikki slumped back in her chair and twirled her tongue around the pointy end of the candy cane she’d anxiously sucked on for nearly half an hour. “I think I may have a nervous breakdown before then.”
Kristi giggled. “No, you won’t, but if I were you and had a shot with Kristopher Claus, I’d show up dressed in nothing but mistletoe in my hair.”
Nikki laughed as she pondered the idea of a life with the heir to the Claus Empire. The fact that he was the sexiest, most dashing man in the frozen tundra they called home, warmed parts of her that hadn’t felt a sizzle in weeks.
Recalling the electrifying summer they’d shared was all the motivation she needed. She sighed aloud. “Well, when you put it that way…” Nikki winked at her sister, offering a teasing grin as they left the sofa and headed for the front door.
“So you’re going to the party?”
Nikki nodded and gave a sister a hug. She stood in the doorway as her sister bundled up and walked out to her sleigh.
The last snowfall had made the roads impassable by car, but the Claus family’s personal fleet of sleighs were at their service. Nikki loved the weeks just before Christmas when the island transformed into a winter wonderland and the spirit of the season revived the whole village.
Hot chocolate tasted chocolatier, gingerbread cookies were crunchier and the stars twinkled brighter in the endless night sky. September to January was the peak season and as a fifth generation employee, Nikki loved her job as much as she loved their wintry home.
Summers were spectacular and traveling was a snap. She could go anywhere in the world she wanted. All she had to do was ask.
Her job as one of the Claus family accountants may have been a bit tedious, but the perks were worth it.
That included the tanned, Adonis who joined her on the Claus family’s private Caribbean island all summer.
Kristopher Claus, with his spiked, blond hair, broad shoulders and rippling muscles in all the right places was about as gorgeous as a man could be without being airbrushed and slathered all over GQ magazine. Though seeing him as a centerfold in Playgirl would have been more to her liking.
Nikki hurried to her room to search for the perfect dress for the party. Digging through her closet, she wondered what Kristopher had wanted to discuss that last night on the island. Had he planned to ask then? She recalled being riveted by his baby-blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight as they walked barefoot along the shore.
Nikki leaned against the door jamb remembering huge hands gently cupping her face when Kristopher kissed her as they made love. The summer couldn’t have been more perfect.
Nikki exhaled hard. Had it been as special for him as it was for her? She never had the chance to ask. His brother, Jack, had interrupted their romantic getaway and summoned him back to Claus Castle.
St. Nicholas, their aging father, had taken ill and the following weeks were somber at best. It was nearly November before the doctors assured everyone that Christmas would indeed be saved.
St. Nicholas was instructed to rest and the entire village scrambled to make sure he had nothing to worry about.
Unfortunately for Nikki, that meant Kristopher had to do most of the work his father normally would have done, leaving little time for her.
Tonight though, would be different.

Nikki snuggled under a heated quilt as her sleigh made its way through the blinding snow leading up the trail to Claus Castle. Although a frigid night, not even a blizzard could put a damper on the vivid memory of the beach where she’d bathed in the silvery light of the Caribbean moon.
Warm flutters of excitement skittered across her stomach.
Only Kristopher Claus could have caressed her the way the lustful moon had that last night, adoring every inch of her bare skin. He’d held her so tenderly, giving her everything a woman needed to feel complete. Everything, that was, except the requited pledge of his love.
She’d sensed the words were on the tip of his tongue, so close she’d almost tasted them on his kiss. His eyes confirmed her suspicions, undressing her with every glance, devouring her each time he gazed upon her with those hungry, blue orbs.
If only their perfect evening hadn’t been interrupted, but it had, and for good reason.
As the sleigh glided along the Castle’s drive, Nikki wondered what Kristopher would say after weeks apart. Would he finally declare his love? Would her Christmas wishes be granted?
She sighed, nestling deep into the faux-furred seat as she pondered everything she loved about the man of her dreams.
When the sleigh pulled up in front of the castle steps, Nikki held her breath. Feeling like a princess in the strapless, white, mini-dress adorned with shimmering crystal beads, she hoped Kristopher would be pleased.
As she reached the top of the stairs, he stood stoically, looking like the Nutcracker Prince himself. His eyes widened and a crooked grin spread across his handsome face, setting Nikki’s body ablaze.
“I hoped you would come early,” he whispered in her ear as he greeted her along with a handful of other guests. “Meet me in the library in ten minutes. I have something for you.”
Nikki’s heart raced. Could this be it?
She continued up the stairs and into the castle then entered the ballroom. Her stomach twisted in anxious knots. Ten minutes felt like a lifetime. She made a beeline for the open bar. A couple of stiff drinks would settle her nerves for sure.
Just as she finished her second shot of bourbon, Nikki caught a glimpse of Kristopher making his way through the ballroom heading straight for the library. Her heart pounded.
Trying not to trip all over herself, she hurried behind him.
The instant she entered the room, Kristopher slammed the door shut behind her, locked it then yanked her into his arms, kissing her without warning.
Warm velvety sweeps of his tongue sent shivers spiraling down her spine and heat pooled between her thighs.
“I must have you.”
Nikki’s knees weakened. She’d thought of nothing else for weeks. “Kristopher Claus, don’t you always get what you want?”
Kristopher nudged her back, his eyelids lowered to half-mast. “I’m not talking about a summer tryst, Nikki.”
Nikki reached for the edge of the mahogany desk they’d backed into. “I’m yours.”
Kristopher lifted her up and placed her onto the desk. His lips trailed across her bare shoulders and Nikki splayed her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to venture lower.
He pushed up the short hem of her beaded dress, slid his fingers under the waistband of her thong, tearing it away. Kneeling before her, his mouth assailed her dampened folds.
Nikki shrieked, writhing in ecstasy as his tongue swirled and probed deeper within her. Her nipples instantly hardened and she pressed on the back of his head, forcing him to devour every drop of her sweet offering.
“I—I’ve.” She struggled to speak between heavy pants. “I’ve missed this.”
Kristopher abandoned his task and gazed up at her, his chiseled jaw flexed taut and a look of sheer determination filled in his eyes.
Sliding her off the desk, Kristopher flipped her around, unfastened his pants and entered her from behind with an invigorated thrust.
Electrifying currents zapped through her and Nikki gushed the instant he invaded her throbbing pussy. She pulsed around his hardened shaft, each plunge causing her body to shudder and quake.
Nikki reached back, latched onto his belt loops and tugged, prompting him to delve deeper. “Harder,” she begged through gritted teeth.
“I need to see your eyes.” Kristopher withdrew, turned her around then abruptly lifted her back onto the desk. “I’ve waited weeks for this.”
“I thought you’d forgotten.”
His lips brushed against hers. “Never,” he breathed into her mouth. His burning kiss consumed her.
Easing himself inside, Kristopher clasped his hands around her backside and began a slow and tender grind.
Locking her ankles behind him, Nikki held on tight.
Each dive filled her depths more than the last, conquering her completely. He scraped against her aching walls, sending shockwaves of delight thrashing across her body.
She clenched her eyes tight. Is this real?
“Look at me,” Kristopher whispered.
Nikki did as he asked and gazed into his shimmering orbs.
“Marry me?” His pace reached a breathtaking canter.
Nikki gasped, struggling to hold on. “What?” Had she heard him right?
Kristopher bit his bottom lip, quickening his pace. “I love you.” He ground in deeper.
Her mind reeling, Nikki fought to catch her breath as her body succumbed to his will, bursting open with one orgasmic wave after another.
He pulsed inside her, joining her explosion with his own as her contracting pussy milked his cock.
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, God, yes!”
Kristopher drew her close.
Nikki trembled in his embrace, burying her face in the curve of his neck and inhaled his unmistakable masculine scent.
A gentle nudge of her chin, encouraged her to look him in the eye.
“Was that yes a passionate outburst, or did you just say you would marry me?”
Nikki swallowed hard, her mind whirling with shock. “Both.”
Kristopher grinned, fastened his pants and reached into his pocket. “I had planned to ask over the summer, but considering who I am, a proposal is better suited for Christmas anyway.”
Nikki looked down at the ring he offered. The diamond stone sparkled under the flickering light of the chandelier. “This isn’t what I expected.”
His brow pinched. “What did you expect?”
She shook her head. “That you’d tell me how you feel.”
His smile returned and he lovingly kissed her hand. “So now you know.”
Nikki examined the delicate etching inside the stone that resembled the number eight. “The symbol for infinity?”
Kristopher’s cheeks reddened. “My father gave this ring to my mother. It’s a family tradition.”
Nikki’s heart raced at the thought of his family? She’d never imagined herself as a Claus, yet there she was, standing in the arms of the coveted prince himself. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening all right.”
She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip. “Are your parents really okay with this?”
“The only way my parents could be happier would be for us to marry on Christmas Eve, as they did.”
Nikki shook her head in disbelief. “Another Mrs. Claus, huh?”
Kristopher hugged her tight. “Another beautiful Mrs. Claus.”
Her heart thudded and Nikki stiffened, suddenly overcome with panic. “I didn’t bring a gift for you.”
Kristopher offered a devilish grin. “I rather enjoyed the gift you gave me on the desk, but all I’ve ever wanted for Christmas is you.”
Nikki giggled. “So this means someday I’ll actually be married to—”
“Ho, Ho, Ho.” Kristopher interrupted with a hardy laugh. “Yes. Someday you’ll be married to Santa Claus.”
With that, Kristopher leaned her back and kissed her. 



  1. one of my favorite Christmas story is a Christmas pageant

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