HOLIDAY SPIRIT
Cathryn Fox
Electronic Edition
Copyright 2012 by Cathryn Fox
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First edition December 2012.
ISBN-13: 978-0-9878559-9-2
HOLDIAY SPIRIT
What’s a girl to do when she finds herself held captive inside a bedroom – with the man she’s been lusting after for months – by a voyeuristic spirit on Christmas Eve?
Give it what it wants, of course.
Elly Watson, Paranormal Task Force Investigator faces her most challenging and erotic assignment yet, and if she wants to free herself before Christmas morning, then she has no choice but to fulfill the spirit’s wild and wicked fetishes - even if that means engaging in a fun holiday romp with her sexy co-worker, over and over again, if need be.
Chapter One
“Bah humbug,” Elly Watson mumbled under her breath, and then, with much more force than necessary, planted her booted feet on her desk with a loud clunk. When the sound gained the attention of those around her, she lifted her glass of cranberry cocktail and saluted her drunken colleagues.
Some office party this was turning out to be…
Dammit, she wanted to be the one in the back room photocopying her ass, not the one who had to stay sober and man the phones.
But oh no, she couldn’t be partying with the others because the goddamn spirits didn’t stop haunting to celebrate Christmas like regular old mortal folks.
Nope. The holidays didn’t slow them down one bit, which meant that she, after having drawn the short straw from the stack earlier that morning, was stuck with the graveyard shift.
If that wasn’t bad enough, ladies’ man Lucas Nichols, a.k.a. Chicago’s hottest bachelor – a man she’d been lusting after for the last six months – had also gotten the short end of the straw. Now she had to spend the night locked in the small office with him, her hormones shouting louder than the Bing Crosby carol blaring from a nearby speaker, with no way to hit the mute button, or any other button for that matter.
Feeling edgy, distracted, and downright horny, Elly pulled the elastic from her hair, shook out her shoulder length locks and then pushed to her feet.
Desire moved into her stomach as she maneuvered around her desk and cast Lucas a long, lingering glance. A melee of sensations rushed through her and her nipples tightened blissfully in response.
Leaning against the dessert table, Lucas tossed a big piece of fruitcake into his mouth. When he licked his fingers, savoring every last morsel, meticulously laving his fingertips clean with the soft blade of his tongue, she damn near orgasmed right then and there.
Her senses exploded as she watched the action in mute fascination, and somehow she just knew, ladies’ man Lucas would be as thorough and meticulous between her legs as he was with his dessert.
Elly popped a cream filled chocolate into her mouth as she studied him a moment longer, taking in his roguish good looks, his dark hair, and even darker eyes. Her gaze panned the length of him, admiring all six foot four inches, stopping for a brief moment to linger around the vicinity of his crotch, where the word inches suddenly took on a whole new meaning.
When he caught her gaze, he smiled. The quick flash of teeth told her this bad boy would gobble her up quicker than any gooey piece of Christmas fruitcake.
She swallowed. Hard.
Of course, there was one surefire way to quiet her restless hormones. By giving them what they wanted. And what they wanted was a hot passionate night with Lucas. Plain and simple. It wasn’t like she wanted a relationship with him or anything. She didn’t. At least she didn’t think. Yeah, she was pretty sure she just wanted to get down and dirty with him and answer the one question that had been plaguing her since she’d come on board six months previous.
Could he deliver what his reputation promised…?
Her gaze dropped to just below his belt buckle a second time. Damned if she didn’t want to find out.
Too bad they had some ridiculous code of conduct clause in their contract. Fraternizing might have gotten her predecessor injured – after all, one needed all their wits when going up against nasty spirits – but Elly wasn’t stupid enough to let any inter office relationship or conflict interfere with her work. Actually, when she really thought about it, sleeping with Lucas would help put her antsy hormones at ease, thus making her a better Paranormal Investigator.
How was that for logical?
She took another swig of her cranberry juice and washed down the chocolate. A glance at the clock told her it was a little past six. She hoped like hell the spirits were as restless as she was on this holiday evening. Otherwise it was going to be one heck of a long night locked inside the office with Lucas.
A short while later, after the last of her colleagues had staggered out the door and crammed into a cab, the phone rang.
Thank God…
She desperately needed the distraction. Lucas tossed another piece of cake into his mouth and swiftly brushed his hands together before making his way to his desk.
Nodding her head, she gestured toward the shrilling phone. “I’ve got it.”
With her mood lightening now that she had something productive to do, she sank into her cushiony office chair, grabbed the receiver and pressed it to her ear. Of course, as far as she was concerned, getting wild with Lucas could be classified as productive, too. How unfortunate that her boss didn’t see it that way.
“You got the ghost, we’ll make ‘em toast,” Elly said in her most professional voice. Naturally, answering the phone in such a
