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gasp at the jolt of pleasure that speared through her. She knew he only tried to warm her up, but the safety of his heated embrace was blissful. Delicious sensations coursed through her, and a need and lust she’d always tried to deny rushed over her.
    I shouldn’t be letting him hold me so close. It feels too good.
    Kris was a golden sex god personified. She’d never forget how she first met him. The Long Island University Drama Club put on a production of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Jesus Christ Superstar . She was part of the orchestra, and Kris played Jesus himself. His magnificent voice and stunning golden-boy looks had entranced everyone.
    Their hug started to affect him too. Despite the cold, an impressive bulge grew, pressing between his zipper and her thigh. She bit back a moan.
    Kris cleared his throat. “We have to get you out of the wind. Your legs are turning blue.”
    “Thanks, but I can get myself out of the cold.” She broke away from him, and the icy air hit her legs like a slap. She started walking toward the strip club, her head held high.
    “No way in hell.” Nick’s voice was a dark command that sent shivers up her spine. He caught up with her, put his hand on her waist and spun her around. “I’m not letting you go back in there. To hell with those strippers and whoever runs that sleazy dive. You’re way too good for the place.”
    Lilly glared at him. “You were just in a strip club, so how can you be judgmental about strippers? They…we offer a service. There are plenty of women who find it a viable career and are comfortable with what they do.”
    “Plenty of women may be comfortable with it, sure. But you’re not one of them.”
    She averted her gaze. Anger at the truth of his words made her blood boil. “It’s none of your business where I work or how I conduct my life. It was nice seeing you, but I’m going back inside.” She made another move toward the club.
    But in one deft movement, Nick swept his hands under her knees, and she gave a shriek of outrage. Her handbag went flying, and Kris caught it. Nick hoisted her over his shoulder. He clamped his arm over her thighs, leaving her bottom sticking up in the air.
    Upside down, all Lilly could see were the red Santa pants molded to Nick’s masculine butt. “Christ! Put me down!”
    “Quiet.” Nick gave her ass a quick smack.
    Blood filled Lilly’s cheeks. Her heart pounded with outrage and arousal. Just as it had when she was eighteen years old, Nick’s voice alone could make her panties wet. Ten years ago, his macho dominance had made her angry and made her pussy contract at the same time. Now it was happening again.
    His hard-muscled body had her trapped her like a bird in a cage. She struggled against the iron bar of his arm across her thighs and pounded her fists on his back, but Nick just smacked her ass again and kept walking.
    Realizing she was wasting her energy, she opted to appeal to his reason, if he had any. “For God’s sake, Nick, my car will be towed!”
    “So I’ll get you another one.”
    “What?”
    “I’ll make sure you get a new car.”
    Dear God! He’s crazy as a loon. “What the fuck? You are not going to buy me a new car.”
    “Look at it this way, Lilly.” Kris sounded amused. “At least you’re not ruining those fabulous shoes anymore, now that Nick’s got them out of the snow.”
    She rolled her eyes. “It’s not funny. But thanks for the compliment on my shoes. Now can you ask this Neanderthal where exactly he’s taking me?”
    “I’m taking you to get warmed up.” Nick’s voice was rough, maybe because the insult she’d flung at him had hit home.
    “Where?”
    “In our sleigh.”
    “You remember we told you about our sleigh,” Kris interjected.
    For a moment, Lilly was stunned into absolute silence.
    I can’t believe this. These men aren’t college students anymore. Surely they’re not going to start telling me those absurd stories again—the ones about how they’re