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Alfie in dark blue scrubs with tatted up arms, a dark beard that looked soft and silky, and bedroom eyes definitely achieved the divine.
Not even the strongest of grudges could withstand the power of Saint Nick on a mission, and right now… he had a point to make. Fuck, I was done for.
A girl never forgot her first love, and in my case, I had three. That shit stuck on the mind and soul for eternity.
“Oh,” Nick murmured. “That was Frost flirting? Fucking weird but alright, who am I to judge?”
Nick scoffed. “We were never just friends, Rayne. You were—are—the sun of our solar system.”
“How do you want me, Saint Nick? Are you going to use me like a good little ho, ho, ho?”
like you, Frost Jackson,” I repeated. He rumbled a sexy sound. “Well, I love you, Rayne Dear. Always have and never stopped.”
Who the fuck needed three wise men when you could have three well-hung ones instead? Merry Christmas to me, indeed.
