Echoes From Heaven [Anthology]

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ECHOES FROM HEAVEN

Mackenzie McKade

Dedication To the real angels in my life, my daughters. Tia, Samantha and Ashley, I love you dearly.

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Chapter One The powers above had to be kidding—a celestial joke. There was no way any woman could get through to Lon Townsend’s conscience, even an ethereal being like Celena. Nevertheless, she’d been given the roguish man as her assignment with a deadline of December 25th and only two weeks to work an impossible miracle. Make him love again. A soft cloud of mist rose above the floor of the Welkin Room, the vault in heaven where cries of humans in distress could be heard. The pleasant scent of rain rose to envelop her in the arms of peace among the chaos, but for some reason the calm she needed evaded her today. A glassy aura shielded her semitranslucent figure as she hung suspended just above the floor’s surface. She felt warm, heat flushing across her face. An apparition shouldn’t feel warmth—Celena shouldn’t feel anything. Still, whispers of air threaded through her long, flowing hair, raising it to hover on the breeze. The unstable flurry in the room bobbed her body slightly as her diaphanous gown teased her skin. Hey wait—she didn’t have skin. So what was that prickling sensation crawling over her semitranslucent arms? A shiver slid up her back making the atmosphere around her shimmer, and her eyes gape in wonder. From the heavens, Celena called down her water lens. The oval mirror with a handle on each end appeared magically in her hands. Hands she could almost swear had a slight hint of skin pigmentation. Even her hair appeared to be taking on a faint reddish tint. Something wasn’t right in Heaven and she blamed it on Lon Townsend.

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This was the third time this particular human had been assigned to her. Each time she’d successfully talked her way out of the task. But it appeared her luck was running out. She’d put off making contact with the man, hoping her pleas to be reassigned would be heard, but her requests fell on deaf ears. With a sigh of resignation, she firmed her celestial form. In both hands, Celena held her water lens. The surface shimmered, a swirling haze that cleared to a glassy finish to reveal her subject. A shiver of unease swept over her before she gazed into the speculum connecting them between their worlds. Heaven and Earth. Gloriously naked, Townsend’s powerful length stretched across his king-size bed. Golden ripples of flesh accentuated every sinewy cord of muscle, every inch of masculine prowess that could make a woman weak in the knees. Except her, of course. Celena was a Nimbus of Christmas, a specter, charged to lead lost souls back to the light of their conscience and out of the darkness of despair. But first the subject had to have a conscience, which Townsend did not, Celena concluded, watching the man lounge sinfully on his bed. She swallowed hard, trying to push aside the fact the man looked good enough to eat. Her gaze darted to the ceiling. “Sorry about that, Sir.” God only knew what was going through her head, and she doubted He would approve. Her sleep was riddled with dreams of Townsend, holding him in her arms, doing the most decadent things to his body. A deep, lonesome sigh revealed how she wanted to taste his lips. Like that was ever going to happen. Were Townsend to even attempt to kiss her he’d fall straight through her insubstantial form and land flat on his face. The thought forced a giggle from her. Directing her attention back to the mirror and the image within, her smile turned into a frown. With a touch of confusion, she shook her head, conceding he didn’t look the least bit hopeless. In the past month, each time she dared to conjure his image, he appeared to be having the time of his life—a different woman every night. And for some reason that drove her to distraction. 6

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“Look at him,” she muttered, increasing her grip on the mirror. Heavy lids shadowed sapphire eyes as he gazed at the ceiling. She had the most impossible thought that he knew she watched from above. Her traitorous body reacted to those dark, rakish eyes. With just a look he commanded her nipples to tighten and moisture to dampen her thighs, which was completely impossible. She gasped as a tightening twisted in her belly. He did this to her every time she laid eyes on him and it wasn’t right. In fact, it was shameful and inexcusable. A mere human should have no power over her. She raised her chin proudly. Created from the heavens, stars and moon dust, she was pure of thought and spirit. But oddly he made her think human thoughts of longing and carnal needs. A sudden breeze stirred, caressing her form, and the sense of heat was back, warming her body as if she actually had blood flowing through her veins. She gazed again into her water lens. Townsend slid across the white satin sheets with a predatory gleam on his face. His sleek, sexy glide was sinful. He moved with the grace of a stalking cat, preparing to pounce on some unsuspecting mouse. When Celena heard the squeak of a door, she expanded the vision of the mirror, taking in the remainder of the masculine room as well as the voluptuous brunette who stepped beyond his master bathroom. Now that woman was definitely not a mouse. Townsend looked at her through heavy lashes, too thick and too sexy for any man—human or godlike. An errant lock of black hair fell across his forehead, while a slow, heated smile rose. With a crook of his finger, he beckoned her to his side. “Come here.” His soft, sexy growl wasn’t for Celena but the woman wearing a red lace teddy. Her hips swayed invitingly as she slinked forward. A tremor of disappointment struck Celena. She jumped, startled, when Niara floated next to her and glanced into the water lens. 7

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“Oh my! Your subject?” Niara was the Pacesetter in charge of assigning all subjects to their rightful Nimbus. The elderly woman was slipping in her job, because Townsend did not belong to Celena, nor was the man in despair. “Bad is what he is. Bad. Bad. Bad—” Celena halted as she saw disapproval darken Niara’s eyes. “Where is your compassion? This man is crying for help,” Niara insisted. The scowl on her face deepened. Then she glanced back at the man and woman reflecting in the water lens locked in an embrace. Niara’s sheer gown swept the floor where she hovered. “Help? This is the fourth woman in his bed this week!” Niara raised a brow. “And how would you know that? I just this morning assigned you the case.” Heat raced up Celena’s neck, simmering across her cheeks. Caught red-handed. “He is impossible—” Her voice broke as it rose. “Lon Townsend has not had an easy life,” Niara scolded, continuing to gaze into the mirror. Celena’s eyes widened when Townsend spread the brunette’s thighs and dove between them. The Pacesetter appeared unaffected and looked away. Too embarrassed to ask any of the other Nimbi if they had experienced these types of reactions when dealing with their subjects, Celena had kept her thoughts to herself. Celena had viewed his monograph. From the moment he was born, tragedy had stolen those he loved. His mother died birthing him. That stray terrier he carried around with him when he was a small boy was hit by a car. His best friend was lost to juvenile diabetes. Add to that a string of unfaithful lovers and Townsend had lived an unfortunate life. “Don’t forget the loss of his father in the Kuwait War.” The crafty woman was listening to Celena’s thoughts. “He’s screaming for your gentle hand, my dear.”

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It wasn’t screaming Celena heard. It sure wasn’t Townsend making that low lustful sound, but the woman beneath him. And the gentle hand was his as he carried his lover straight to heaven. Celena closed her eyes. “When do I have to make connection?” Thank God she didn’t have to have physical contact with Townsend. She would control his thoughts and opportunities from Heaven where she was safe. Still, she didn’t know if she wanted to traipse through his mind or find out what his wicked dreams were. “Tomorrow,” Niara responded. A soft moan brought Celena’s eyes open and she couldn’t help looking into the depths of the mirror. Braced on the palms of his hands, Townsend moved with calculated speed, slow and steady, driving between the brunette’s thighs. Each time he thrust deep inside her, she made a mewling sound of pure bliss. His eyes were so blue with desire, Celena felt herself melting in them. “This job is going to be hell,” she concluded, lowering her water lens and taking a much-needed breath. “But rewarding,” Niara added before she disappeared.

***** Lon pulled the razor over his angular jaw then swiped the blades beneath the water and turned off the faucet. The shaving cream’s minty scent rose as he wiped his face with a towel and placed it on the sink. He looked back from the mirror, weary lines etched in his forehead. “How did life get so fucking complicated?” With a jerk, he pulled the shower door open, stepped inside and adjusted the temperature of the water. As CEO of a major investment firm, he should be on the top of the world. Instead he felt something vital missing in his life.

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He was good at what he did, but it always seemed he was cleaning up other people’s messes. Pellets of hot water beat upon his tense shoulders. He placed his palm against the marble surface in front of him, bowed his head and let the soothing rhythm wash away the tightness in his muscles. This was his second job in four years. A heavy sigh rose as he lathered his hair. David and John, his racquetball and drinking buddies, had theories as to why Lon was restless. David ventured that Lon enjoyed the challenge, seeking bigger and better scores. John’s answer to everything was Lon needed to get laid. Not a problem in that field. He’d always been able to attract women. Finding one he wanted to hold on to for more than a night was the issue. In his youth he’d been burned a couple times, so he was skittish when it came to commitment. But it didn’t stop him from working, and working hard, to find the right woman. A grin tipped his lips upward when he thought of Debbie. Last night’s brunette had been one hot tumble. Finishing up in the shower, he opened the door and retrieved a towel. With several rapid movements he ran the cloth through his hair, before he circled it around his hips and secured it. He snatched his deodorant from the counter. One arm held high, he stopped midway when he heard, “Oh my!” The breathy female cry made him place the deodorant back on the sink. He reached for the doorknob. After inching the door wider, he looked into his bedroom to see the most intriguing sight. A fiery redhead was propped against his satin pillows. Long, spiral curls framed the softest ivory face he’d ever seen. Her big, blue eyes widened as she stared at her hand held before her. Fingers splayed, a twist of her wrist from back to palm, she

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examined it as if she’d never seen it before. Then she reached up with her other hand and smoothed a path up her arm. She cupped both palms to her cheeks. “I’m real.” Her gasp held a hint of panic that immediately morphed to a flow of melodious laughter. Her hands moved down her slender neck as if feeling the silky skin for the first time. “I’m so soft.” The innocence in her voice was amusing. Convincingly, she played the part, even releasing a squeal when her hand brushed a perky nipple barely hidden beneath the sheer gown she wore. A shudder visibly shook her body, causing her full lips to part and her eyelids to close. She was a damn good actress. Still, Lon’s interest shot from zero to ten in a heartbeat. The pulse inside his cock jumped. He hardened instantly. His friends had outdone themselves this time. John and Dave had said they had a special Christmas present for him, but Lon hadn’t expected it to be an angel in his bed. No wings, but a soft, white glow surrounded her in a halo effect. His friends were electronic wizards. Lon didn’t know how the hell they got into his house, but he’d have to compliment them on their special effects and his special gift next time he saw them. Christmas had come early for Lon Townsend. Their timing was impeccable. He’d taken the next three weeks off for Christmas vacation. This was a great way to begin the holidays. His hold on the doorknob tightened as she continued to take inventory of her personal assets. She seemed particularly intrigued with her breasts and the small patch of curly red hair at the apex of her thighs, as she dragged the gauzy see-through gown up her legs to take a look. When her finger slipped into her pussy, she threw back her head and cried out. Silently, so did he. In fact, he almost swallowed his friggin’ tongue when she splayed her legs wide.

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Lon had watched many women seek their own pleasure, but the one before him was like a decadent piece of white chocolate, sweet—with all the sin removed. Every naïve discovery she made, from her shocked and then pleased expressions to her soft cries appeared genuine to him. And she did all this without giving him the hint that she knew he was present. Not once did she glance up to see if he was watching. Actress or not, he had the incredible need to taste her. He stepped beyond the door and entered the bedroom. “Find something interesting down there, angel?” The light around her body dimmed. Her head jerked up. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. Startled, her arms began to flail. The quick twists and turns she made to right herself moved her to the edge of the bed. The next thing he knew she rolled right off the bed. A soft thud sounded as she disappeared, falling to the floor. There was a moment of silence, when a delicate hand appeared, patting the bed covers. When her fingers closed around an odd-looking mirror, she pulled it off the bed. “Niara,” he heard her whisper. And then he could have sworn a different voice rose, that of an older female who replied, “Yes, my dear?” She must be on a cell phone. “Niara, get me out of here.” Panic was evident in her tone. “But you have yet to complete your task.” “Niara!” Her desperate cry went unanswered. Okay. This wasn’t quite what he’d expected. He took a step closer. “Problem, angel?” Two big, blue eyes peeked beyond the bed sheets. “Ahhh…it appears I’m stuck with you.” “Stuck?” A smile touched his mouth. “Honey, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a woman refer to spending time with me as ‘stuck’.” “Well, I’m not just an ordinary woman.”

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Lon’s breath caught as she rose. The gossamer gown hid nothing of her curvy features. She wasn’t much over five foot, and she definitely wasn’t ordinary. In fact, she was gorgeous—a hundred pounds of heaven, from her bouncy red hair, to her shapely figure. With a sprinkling of freckles across her upturned nose, she was adorable. “Are you my Christmas present?” Her dainty fists flew to her hips. “You wish. I’m your Nimbus of Christmas.” “My what?” “Nimbus of Christmas.” A roll of her eyes, she shook her head. “Christmas Angel.” The last said with a “duh” sound. He was up to playing her game. “Ahhh… You’re here to make all my dreams come true?” With an upward brush of her hands she fluffed her hair. “Something like that.” Legs parted, he dropped the towel from around his hips. Her eyelids shot wide, jaw dropped, as she pinned her stare on his rock-hard cock. “P-Put that thing away.” His grin deepened as a flush of color dotted her cheeks. “Oh honey, I plan to tuck it away somewhere nice and tight.” His fingers folded around his erection. Her eyes gaped more. The pretense of innocence she displayed was so damn cute. But clearly she was comfortable with her own nudity, as she never made any attempts to hide from him, standing there in her flimsy gown. A fact that told him she’d be a firecracker between the sheets. Firmly, he slid his hand up and down his shaft. She took an audible breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “This isn’t funny.” With a hiss through clenched teeth, he pumped his erection several times. “No, but it could be fun, especially if you would do this for me.” His thumb slipped over the crown, pressing against the slit where semen had already beaded. Just the thought of

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her touching him, that perfect hand or mouth wrapped tight around his firm flesh sent shivers up his spine. He wanted this woman. “C’mon, angel, touch me.”

Oh God. Celena wanted to do just that so badly she could taste it. All the times she’d observed other women stroking and caressing him, she’d envisioned her own hands smoothing over his firm muscles—her body making love to him. And that particular organ he held in confident hands had intrigued her more than anything. What would it feel like? Taste like? Did she dare? Her tongue moved between suddenly dry lips. Breathing and swallowing became difficult as she continued to watch him masturbate. With each stroke he grew longer, firmer. Hips slightly forward, his eyes darkened. The most incredible look fell across his features. Sexy, primitive and all male. The light scent of mint surrounded him, but there was something more—raw male masculinity. It oozed from him and surrounded her like an aphrodisiac. She’d never heard her heart race, but it was racing now. Celena took a step toward him. “That’s it, angel. Come to me.” His dark, sensual voice had a magnetic pull. Was he the devil in disguise? Because he was tempting her beyond what was rational. Remember who you are, Celena. Yet his seduction was too strong. Or was it her own fascination—her own need that drove her to stand before him? She felt so small in his shadow. The hunger in his eyes made her feel like a woman, flesh and blood, not the celestial being she was. Heat and the unusual way her body ached had to be real. Hot. So hot inside and out. Her breasts 14

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felt heavy, the tips radiating with sensitivity. The wetness between her legs fed her need to feel what it would be like to be human. He reached for her. A calloused, but gentle palm touched her cheek as his hand grazed her face to bury in her hair and cup the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer, his mouth slanting over hers. When their lips met, her knees weakened. She had to grasp his arms to keep from falling. He was tender, yet firm, demanding her surrender with a simple kiss. His tongue swept every inch of her mouth. There was a wild, almost primitive taste to him, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. What was she thinking? It was her first kiss. Everything he was doing to her was new and exciting. From the way his tongue explored her mouth to the caress of his hands across her back. When he grasped her buttocks and pulled her against his hard erection, she froze. I’m his Nimbus—Townsend’s angel. I wasn’t sent here to fulfill my desires—desires I’m not even supposed to be feeling. She broke the kiss and stepped from his arms. A frown contracted her brows together. Why was she sent to Earth? With all her previous subjects she’d served them from the safety of Heaven through her water lens. “Am I being tested?” “Tested? If so, you passed with flying colors.” His voice was husky with need. “Now come here. I’m not finished with you.” He pulled her back into his arms. “In fact, I’ve never tasted anyone as sweet.” Lord, his hands felt so good on her skin. “No. No. No. This isn’t right.” She struggled, and he immediately released her. Confusion tugged his mouth into a scowl. “What’s wrong?” He appeared tense, clearly as rigid as another part of his body that drew her attention. Her eyelids squeeze tight. Don’t think about it. But she did.

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She wanted to touch him—stroke him like the woman the night before had done. He had passionately called out Debbie’s name as her hand and then her mouth pleasured him, sucking and licking until he exploded, filling her with his semen. But more than anything Celena wanted him to part her thighs and bury deep inside her. She ached to be human—to feel the wicked desires of the flesh—two bodies coming together as one. Not with anyone, but Lon Townsend. There was something about him that made her senses fly out the window and crave things she shouldn’t. For Saint Peter’s sake! What was wrong with her? She was a Nimbus. “Angel?” “My name is Celena.” “Well, Celena, I have about fifteen minutes before I’m expected at John and Dave’s Christmas party and I can’t go like this.” His fingers curled around his erection. “Honey, either you have to take care of it or I’ll have to, because it’ll never fit in my pants in this condition.” Celena’s cheeks flamed with heat. She shook her head in small, quick movements that bounced her long red curls around her face. “Have it your way.” He moved to the bed, climbing upon it and settling into a relaxed pose. Leaning against the pillow, he bent both knees, one against the bed and the other pointing to the ceiling. Then his confident hand began to stroke up and down. All the while he pinned her with a sexy, dark gaze. The temperature in her body shot out the top of her head when he said, “Come sit by me, angel.” Her darn legs immediately started to move. Within a heartbeat she was beside him on the bed. With his free hand he reached for her shaky one. She didn’t fight him when he guided her to his erection. She gasped as her fingers folded around him. The sensations were astonishing. Soft and hard, it was silk around steel.

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His palm warm and big against hers, in unison they began to slowly move up and down his shaft. Accidentally, she gave her wrist a little twist on an upward stroke. A deep throaty groan surfaced, his fiery gaze pinned on her. “Yeah.” He inhaled a ragged breath. “I like that.” His grip tightened around her hand. She did the little twisty thing again. Pride flushed throughout her when he groaned again. A bead of pre-come pearled at the slit of his erection. What in the world came over her she would never know, but she leaned forward and flicked her tongue and tasted him. She no sooner raised her head than a stream of semen shot into the sky. “Oh my.” She giggled, watching his seed splatter on the bed beside them. “Did I do that?” The salty, masculine flavor teased her taste buds begging for more. A growl rumbled in his throat. “Hell, yes, you did that.” He jerked her into his arms, away from the wet spot, and captured her mouth in a demanding kiss. His artful tongue slid across the seam of her lips, urging them to open and let him in. She could do no more than obey, as he slipped inside and feverishly caressed her tongue. Amazingly, she reciprocated and found herself locked his arms enjoying his heated takeover. All too soon it ended. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “We better get going.” Celena felt dazed from the heady kiss. “We?” “Yeah. I’m sure John and Dave are dying to see how we hit it off.” He disappeared into the bathroom. “John and Dave? Party? I can’t go to a party. I don’t have anything to wear.” The words no sooner left her mouth than the most exquisite evening dress appeared on the bed. It was silk, emerald green.

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She startled when the water lens began to hum. Celena scooted off the bed and went to where the mirror lay on the floor. The surface of the lens was smoky then began to clear. Niara’s image surrounded by clouds reflected from within. Celena snatched the lens off the floor and grasped the mirror by its handles. “Niara!” She shot a glance toward the closed bathroom door. “Please get me out of here before Townsend returns.” Niara shook her head. “It’s not to be, my dear. You must finish your assignment before returning.” Panic slithered across Celena’s arms. Did Niara know what just occurred? Pleasepleaseplease. God, let the answer be no. “But I don’t know if I can do it.” “You will find your way,” Niara assured her. “How?” Celena was losing control of the situation. There was no way she could stay two weeks with Townsend and not be tempted to act out her fantasies. “You have everything within you to achieve success. Remember you can’t leave his side. The rest will be at your fingertips, like the gown and shoes.” “Shoes?” Celena glanced around to see a pair of three-inch stilettos and the skimpiest pair of panties and bra she’d ever seen. “Enjoy yourself, dear.” Celena didn’t care for the knowing grin on Niara’s face or the laughter in her voice. “We will talk soon.” The image of the older woman vanished from within the water lens, the surface once more glassy. Celena released one side of the mirror and let it slowly slip to her side. “I guess I’m going to a party.”

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Chapter Two Lon did a double take as he stepped out of the bathroom. The glow that had surrounded Celena giving her an ethereal image was gone. His little angel now looked like a sinful delight shrink-wrapped in emerald green silk and strappy stilettos. The innocence that was once there morphed into a sexy huntress as a split up the side of her thigh-high dress showed off slender, shapely legs. A cascade of red spiral curls spilled down her back brushing a nice, taut ass. If she only knew where his thoughts were heading and what he’d liked to do with that little ass. He could just imagine how tight she’d be. She must have felt his presence, because she turned and gave him a drop-dead gorgeous smile. Then she took one step, wobbled unsteadily, and began to fall. With a lunge, he dove, catching her before she landed on the floor. The most wondrous giggle shook her as he held her. “How do women walk in these things?” she asked. He placed her firmly on her feet. When he released her she tugged at her dress, her hips gave a little wiggle. “Too many clothes.” His heart jumped into his throat. The same thought touched his mind, but more accurately of peeling that gown off her and taking her to bed. “I agree. Should we skip the party and stay here?” His cock hardened, blood rushing his groin to an uncomfortable fullness. Anticipation filled him as he waited for her response. The bulge in his black slacks didn’t go unnoticed. A whisper of unease slipped across her face when her gaze swept over him. “No. We might as well get to work.” She tested her shoes, taking several steps backward putting distance between them. “Work?” He tucked his red polo shirt into his pants. “Parties are for fun.” “Of course—fun.” The wary tone in her voice didn’t sound like a woman looking forward to a party. 19

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“You okay?” he asked. Her fingers plucked at the half-cuff sleeves slung low and sensually on her shoulders. She gave the plunging neckline displaying a luscious amount of cleavage a tug. “Let’s just hope I can keep this gown on throughout the night. I’m not used to clothes.” He moved closer, leaned into her and whispered, “I was hoping it wouldn’t take all night to get it off you.” She swallowed nervously, laughed, and then gave him a shove. “You really are a devil.” He slid a finger along her bare collarbone and watched a tremor shake her. “If you allowed me to, I’d love you like the devil all night long.” Beneath his touch he could feel her pulse leap. “Townsend.” Her voice was breathy as she leaned into him. “Lon,” he murmured, moving to stroke his lips where his finger had been. She smelled of sunlight and dew. Pure and untouchable. It was driving him crazy not to take her into his arms. She whimpered softly. “Stop, Lon. I can’t think when you do that.” “That’s the point, angel. You’re not supposed to think—just feel.” When he attempted to embrace her, she ducked beneath his arms. An expression of what looked like regret made her frown. “Let’s go. The sooner I find you a woman the sooner I can leave.” He flinched at her words. A surprised wave of disappointment filled him. The anger he felt next made his backbone go rigid. “Find me a woman? Honey, I don’t have any problems in that arena.” “Yes. I know. But you don’t seem able to pick them very well.” She pulled at her sleeve again, unaware of the effect her statement had on him. “That’s why I’ve been sent down to assist you.”

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A small purse slipped off the bed. Now where did that come from? He hadn’t seen the bag or the wrap that now lay upon the bed. Those weren’t there before. But his wonderings were ripped from his mind when she bent over and picked up the purse. As she leaned forward the slit in her dress rose to give him a full view of her bare hip. Did the woman have panties on? The thought vanquished some of his fury, but he still couldn’t help being aggravated at her insinuation. Truth was it hit a little too close for comfort. Lon wanted the family he’d never had, but he didn’t need this imp thinking she could come into his life and solve all his problems. Hell. It had taken him twenty-eight years to screw up his life. To say Lon was a little confused was putting it mildly. He thought she was his gift—his plaything for the evening. John and Dave had a lot of explaining to do tonight. He grabbed her wrap off the bed and placed it around her shoulders. “So you want to play matchmaker?” She sighed. “It’s my job,” she said in such a cavalier way he wanted to shake her. Damn her. She came waltzing into his life—turned him on like a beacon—then thought she’d palm him off on someone else. Not when everything about her intrigued him. What kind of game was she playing? The undeniable truth was he wanted her, at least a taste. Then he’d let her go like all the women in his life. That’s right. He’d make the woman eat her words. Seduce her and make her fall for him. Clearly, she was attracted to him. He’d heard it in her sharp intakes of breath. She trembled when he was close. Sex was his forte. He could do this. And then he’d beat the daylights out of both John and Dave for hiring her.

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***** Celena had no doubt she’d said something wrong. Lon had been silent the entire way to his friends’ home. She attempted small talk, but he only grunted. His dark eyebrows furrowed as if he thought hard upon a matter. She’d have given anything to erase his worry away with a kiss. Instead, she allowed the ribbons of colorful lights to catch her attention, as they zoomed down the road in his sporty, silver CLK550 Mercedes. Luxury and the scent of leather surrounded her. Smoothly, he shifted into a higher gear. Streetlights as well as the houses were aglow with the spirit of the holiday. Christmas was a magical time. It brought out the best in people. Well, not all of them, but the season had a way of washing away the trials of the previous year and giving hope for the new one approaching. Celena just prayed she was successful in making Lon’s life happier. The thought was bittersweet. Yes. She wanted Lon to find love and live a fulfilling life, but the idea of him with another woman knotted her stomach and made her anxious just thinking about it. Still she realized there was nothing she could do about the obsession she had with Lon Townsend. She was an angel and he a man. Their destinies were different. She smiled. Her tongue touched her lips, remembering his taste and the way his erection had felt in her hands. She would savor both for the rest of eternity. A jolt brought her back from her wanderings as he zipped behind a SUV and parked before a stucco and red-tiled house. Cars lined the subdivision street on both sides. Several people were getting out of their vehicles, all heading for one particular house. John and Dave’s front yard was aglow with Christmas ornaments. She laughed at the seal with a rotating red and green ball upon his nose. Brightly wrapped presents

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opened and closed. There was a snowman, a Santa, a polar bear and a number of other animated characters, each brightly lit. A jolly Christmas carol played in the background. Celena pulled her wrap closer around her shoulders. Fluctuations of temperatures had never affected her before. Apparently they did now, because she felt the nip in the air. When they reached the front door, Lon pushed a button on the outside wall and a chorus of Jingle Bells in carillon chimed. A man in his mid-twenties jerked open the large wooden door, a smile plastered on his face. “Townsend.” His hand jutted out to Lon as his gaze landed on Celena. He was a nice-looking man, blond hair and brown eyes. When he smiled, crow’s-feet wrinkled at the corners of his eyes. “You didn’t say you were bringing a date.” His hand moved to shake hers. “I’m Dave Phelps.” “Jig’s up. I know you infiltrated my house and planted her there.” A jovial tone rose in Lon’s voice. “Me?” Dave’s grin grew wider. “If I’d seen this redheaded beauty first, I can assure you I wouldn’t be having this party, much less bring her anywhere near you.” He chuckled. “Now get your asses in here. It’s time to party. What’s your name, doll?” “Celena.” He stepped aside and let her pass. “Well, Celena, if this guy doesn’t treat you right, I’m available. Let me take your wrap and purse.” She handed them to him. His gaze skimmed her from head to toe, his puckered lips releasing a slow whistle. “What a beauty, Townsend.” “You two really don’t know each other?” A touch of bewilderment on Lon’s face revealed the truth. He hadn’t believed a word she’d said earlier about her being his Nimbus of Christmas. This was all a joke to him. “No, but I’ll reconcile that by the end of the night if you want me to.” Dave placed a finger beneath her chin and placed a light kiss on the tip of her nose.

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“No, this little angel is mine.” Lon pulled her possessively against his side, his arm snaking around her shoulder. If only it were true. She didn’t get to bask in the fantasy long before another darkhaired man approached, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand. He pushed up his dark wire-rimmed glasses before offering Lon his free hand. “And who is this lovely lady?” The short but fit man took her hand next. Blue eyes twinkled. “Celena, meet John Tatum.” Lon then whispered for her ears only, “You know I don’t even know your last name.” His warm breath teased the hairs at her neck. She wanted him to nibble the area, feel his lips along her sensitive skin. “Uh…” Last name? He was asking about a last name. The bottle of whiskey John held came into her view, its label catching her eye. “Daniels. Celena Daniels.” “Well, Celena Daniels, I think there’s a blender full of Margaritas calling your name.” John linked his arm in hers and tore her from Lon’s side. “Excuse us.”

Lon watched as John sauntered off with Celena. He caught Dave’s arm as he started to follow the two. “You guys really don’t know Celena?” “What?” The damn man hadn’t heard a thing Lon said. He was too busy watching the sway of Celena’s ass, which, by the way, had captured the stares of every man within eyesight. From the doorway of Dave and John’s living room, the dining room and kitchen were visible. Only a large fireplace separated the rooms. “Dave, focus. I found that little pixie in my bed this evening. Did you and John have anything to do with it?” Dave slapped him on the shoulder. “Nah. But sounds like Christmas came early for you, buddy. I sense this one is special. Can’t put my finger on it…” His voice drifted as he watched her tip a Margarita glass to her lips. Her tongue made a seductive trip around her lips and she smiled. “Angel during the day—temptress at night,” he

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hummed in thought. “Yeah, that’s what I sense.” He slapped Lon again on the shoulder. “Lucky dog.” Lon couldn’t agree more. But something wasn’t gelling. Where the hell did she come from? What was up with this game she was playing? And who sent her? “Lon.” His name was a soft purr on Debbie’s lips as the buxom brunette snuggled against his side. She dragged a long red fingernail along his jawline. “I had a great time last night.” “That’s my cue to leave.” Dave saluted Lon, his gaze darted to Celena and then back to Debbie. “Debbie, this is awkward, but I’m here with someone tonight.” Lon peeled her fingers off his arm, noting Celena wasn’t in the kitchen anymore. “You mean the mousy little redhead you came in with?” Only a jealous woman would call Celena mousy. His brows dipped with disapproval. Debbie leaned into him. The musky scent of her perfume assailed him. “She can’t satisfy you like I can.” “Lon.” Lon whirled around. Celena stood with her palms on her hips. Fire sparked in her eyes. She raised a haughty brow. “I have everything he needs, and more.” Debbie’s grin was the height of arrogance. “We’ll see.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away. “I don’t like that woman,” Celena mumbled. Lon took her into his arms. “Don’t worry about her.” “No worry. I just don’t like her.” He couldn’t help chuckling at the smug look on Celena’s face. Then she released a heavy sigh. “She isn’t here.” Lon scanned the large room. “Who?” “Your perfect mate,” she replied, even as she leaned into him.

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Lon couldn’t help himself. He turned her in his arms and let his mouth capture hers. She was pliable beneath his kiss, opening and letting him in to taste salt and the grapefruit taste of the Margarita she’d drank. “C’mon, I’m not in the mood for a party.” No, he wasn’t in the mood for anything except the redheaded angel in his arms.

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Chapter Three Standing just outside Dave and John’s house, Celena didn’t stop Lon from taking her into his arms again. His kiss was hungry, needy, his tongue pushing between her lips to taste and caress. “Let me take you home and make love to you.” She couldn’t vanquish from her mind the arousing scenes of their slick bodies moving, sliding, as he drove between her thighs. She thirsted to know the pleasure a woman could experience in his arms. The soft groan he released as he trailed kisses along her neck only weakened her more. “What do you say? Huh, angel?” His fingers twisted in her emerald silk gown. She felt it slither up her legs, higher and higher, until the hem brushed where her thigh met the curve of her butt. A cool night breeze weaved between, in and out of her legs. She gasped when the breeze whipped beneath her dress to caress her damp panties. Was it the wicked current or the warm, strong palms that began to stroke her thighs that caused her knees to suddenly buckle? She would have fallen if not for Lon’s embrace. “I want you out of this dress and naked,” he growled, continuing his sinful seduction. His wet tongue circled the shell of her ear. He nipped her earlobe. Voice hoarse and low, he continued. “I want to fuck you until you scream.” He buried his nose into her hair and inhaled, while his hand pushed further beneath her dress to cup a cheek of her buttocks. He squeezed and the most delicious heat flared across her skin, sharp prickles following in its path. As his finger dipped beneath her panties into the crease of her cheeks, ripples of sensations chased up her spine. 27

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He was killing her. Wait. She was a Nimbus, she couldn’t die. But right now she felt like she would if she didn’t have him soon. She couldn’t breathe because of the anticipation building like a storm. Mother Nature’s wrath had nothing on what was happening inside her. Every inch of her body was alive, more alive than she had ever felt in her existence. A painful throb developed in each of her nipples, the intensity overwhelming. Just the thought of his mouth sucking and licking made every muscle and tendon in her body tense. “After I take you hard and fast, I’ll love you slowly.” His voice softened, causing the release of another flood of desire between her thighs. “Tenderly.” Her belly tightened like a spring—threatening to unravel. “All. Night. Long.” Each provocative word dragged out so that they broke away her last bit of resistance. “Lon,” she whimpered. “Yes. Please. Now.” Her plea was met by a chuckle of male satisfaction. And just like that, she knew before the night was over she’d be a fallen angel. For some reason she could feel no regret, no guilt, only the satisfaction that one of her dreams would come true. And she wasn’t going to allow anything to stop its realization. “Honey, you’ll have to wait just a little bit longer.” He intertwined his fingers with hers and hand in hand they headed for his car. He opened the passenger side door and she slipped inside. Within seconds he was in the driver’s seat, the engine purring, and the vehicle swerving from behind the SUV. “Take your panties off.” Celena gaped at his risqué request. “I can’t wait ‘til we’re home.” Heavy-lidded, his sensual gaze mentally stripped her naked. She could feel his heat, his hunger. Then he drew his eyes back to the road. “The first time I saw you, you were touching yourself.” Again, he glanced back at her. “Do it again, angel. For me.”

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Celena’s face went up in flames. She’d forgotten how excited she’d been at becoming human. The moment she appeared in Lon’s bedroom—his bed—had been frightening, but so exhilarating. The softness of her skin and the way it tightened when she touched herself. Oh my God, she’d been so wet. As a Nimbus, her arousal was centralized in her mind, only imagining what it would feel like to be held by Lon. The real thing was so much more. And she wanted more—she wanted Lon’s hands doing wicked things to her body. “Raise your gown so I can see your beautiful legs.” His dark blue gaze entrapped hers as they came to a stoplight. “You’re beautiful all over, but those legs are a man’s dream come true. I can’t wait to feel them locked around my waist as I fuck you.” Her breath caught. For the briefest of moments, she thought of Niara—of brimstone and fire. What would Celena have to pay for her indulgence? Because she knew there would be consequences. When his knuckles grazed her chin and he graced her with a slow, sexy grin—she melted. Damn the consequences. She wanted this man. Her hands shook as she eased the hem of her dress up past her knees. “That’s it, baby. Higher.” He sucked in an audible breath. “Higher.” A dark curl fell upon his forehead making him look that much more the bad boy. He seduced. That’s what he did and did so well. Celena’s heart pounded. Lon was a playboy. In his eyes she was just another conquest. She knew it—but didn’t care. Her hands continued to push her hem up to her thighs. Before she lost courage she slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs, catching them on her high heels. She struggled for a moment then freed them, allowing them to drop to the floorboard.

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He groaned and shifted his hips. “Fuck, angel, you’re making me so hard.” She could see the impressive bulge between his thighs. “Now—” Beep! Beep! Beep! A horn blew behind them, startling them both as their heads jerked up and glanced about. The streetlight was flashing green. “Shit.” Lon crammed the car into gear. It jolted forward, stalled and died a sudden death. A puff of disbelief surfaced from him. “I can’t believe I did it.” The car behind them beeped a couple more times before he got the Mercedes started and moving forward. “I haven’t stalled a vehicle since I was a kid.” He gave her a sheepish grin. “Look what you do to me. I lose it when I’m around you.” His genuine tone made her feel warm inside. “I can’t wait to have you naked beneath me. Now where were we?” The roguish expression on his face set her heart to flutter. She couldn’t wait to run her fingers through his dark hair, to feel his skin beneath her palms. She thirsted to kiss him. He glanced at her legs. “Raise your dress higher.” In the excitement, her gown had slipped down her legs. The feel of her hands against her skin excited her, sending prickles of awareness through her. “Now part your thighs.” His breathy voice caressed her ears. Without a second thought she slid her legs apart. Celena couldn’t believe she was doing this. What would the powers above think of her behavior? But Lon’s next words ripped her attention away from right or wrong. “Touch yourself, angel.” His eyes were dark with desire as he stared at her with hunger. Mesmerized, she watched shadows dance across his face as they drove beneath another streetlight. “Slip your fingers deep inside and then put them to my lips, so I can taste you.”

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A spasm tightened low in her belly. Her hand shook as it disappeared between her legs. “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Push them deep inside.” Oh sweet Jesus! He was driving her insane with his sexy voice and the naughty things he was asking of her. Still she continued touching the swollen lips of her sex, immediately feeling the slick wetness as she drove a finger into her heat. Her gasp filled the confines of the car. Hot. Wet. And so wicked. “Yeah, baby,” he growled, shifting his hips. “Finger-fuck yourself.” For a second she didn’t understand. Then he said, “Pump those beautiful fingers in and out of your wet pussy.” With shaky strokes, she slid her fingers in and out of her fiery cove. The swollen nub drove her crazy when she accidentally bumped it. A cry slipped from her parted lips. She couldn’t keep her finger from circling the sensitive flesh. “Faster. Rub your clit faster.” When she obeyed, the sucking sounds of her wetness, the increased friction caused a thin sheen of perspiration to coat her skin. Her body started to tremble. Her hips rose from the seat, moving against her hand. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Every muscle and tendon drew taut. “Lon,” she screamed as heat flared across her face. Her jaws clenched, and then her orgasm sent tremor after tremor racing through her body. She threw back her head, hitting the headrest, and cried out in ecstasy. The spasms washing through her core contracted and released over and over again. Her breasts were heavy and her nipples stinging. She felt listless as she slumped in the seat. Oh my God. She wanted to do that again. 31

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Lon had no idea what was wrong with him, but he felt like a randy boy. He’d almost lost it when Celena climaxed. Only a mile away from his home, but he couldn’t wait to taste her. He reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth. Her finger slipped between his lips and he sucked. She tasted of the sweetest honey. The shy, innocent look she gave him was so arousing. “Damn, woman, you nearly undid me.” It was true. His cock was rock hard and throbbing with the need to thrust between her thighs, feel her wet and tight pussy around him. If the space within his car allowed it, he would have pulled over and fucked her here and now. When they finally arrived at his home, he released her hand and steered his car into his driveway. He reached up and pushed the button to activate the garage door and it began to groan and rise. As soon as it stopped, he drove inside and cut the engine. Within seconds he was out of the car and around the other side. The moment Celena’s door was open he pulled her into his arms, his mouth pressed tightly against hers. His suave and debonair veneer vanished. All he could think about was getting her naked and in his bed. Shaky fingers curled around the hem of her dress, as he continued to devour her lips. He only broke the kiss to slip the gown over her head and render her naked except for the lacy bra and stilettos. With a tweak of his fingers her bra released and fell into his hands. He threw both items into the car and pushed the door closed with his foot. Then he took a step back and ran his gaze over her from head to toe. She was raw perfection from her long curly red hair to her feet in those sexy stilettos. Color flushed her face. “Beautiful.” He closed the distance between them and captured one of her nipples in his mouth.

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She cried out. The weak sound made him smile around the fullness in his mouth. He swirled his tongue, circling the nub to feel it tighten beneath his touch. Tiny bumps formed around her areola. She tasted of heaven. Pure, unadulterated heaven. With a pop he released her nipple and moved to flick his tongue over her other one. “Lon,” she whimpered, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer so that he trapped her heated skin in his mouth. When he bit down, she squealed, the most delightful high-pitched sound, as she jumped from his arms. Her nipples were large and extended from his expert attention. “I can’t believe you did that,” she giggled. “Angel, I plan to do a lot more than that.” He reached in his pocket and extracted his house keys. “The minute I get you into bed I’m going devour you inch by inch.” He saw the tremor that shook her. “Are you cold?” He shoved the door open and allowed her to enter then followed her in. “No. I’ve wanted you for so long.” She turned to look at him with such honesty he knew she spoke the truth. “I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” Something tightened in his chest, but he pushed it away. Without a word he cupped her face and leaned in to taste her. She was like putty in his hands, opening to allow him entrance when his tongue nudged her lips. Tentatively, she pushed her tongue in his mouth and pulled it back, the movement almost inexperienced in nature. Yet she seemed comfortable with her nudity. “You have too many clothes on,” she whispered against his lips. “I can take care of that.” Immediately, he tore his shirt over his head and let it drop in the hallway where they stood. “Ohhh…” Her kiss-swollen lips parted on a smile. He moved toward her. “You’re so beautiful.” His fingertips brushed her silky hair. 33

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Her eyes widened. She swallowed and reached out to caress him. Soft and tender, she worshiped his chest, trailing her fingertips over his skin to send goose bumps across his arms. But it was the hunger in her eyes, as if she’d never touched a man before, that made the damn tightening in his chest twist again. The pleasure-pain in his pants quickly drowned out the awkward sensation. His errant cock was telling him he was moving way too slow with this woman. He toed off his shoes. Eyes still pinned on her, he reached down and rolled off both socks. When his fingers touched his belt buckle, she said, “Let me.” He sucked in a breath as her cool fingers skimmed down his abdomen. Her gaze dropped, so he couldn’t see her expression when she undid his belt and the top button of his pants. The sound of his zipper falling sent a chill up his spine and thickened his cock. When she slipped her hands beyond his skivvies and grasped his ass, a growl rumbled from his throat. His hands cupped her face, lifting her gaze to meet his as he took her mouth in a demanding kiss. She broke the caress with a breathy gasp and continued to drag his pants down his legs. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. She smiled, her vision stroking his cock as it sprang out to greet her. The sensual way she wet her lips made his cock jerk. “Oh my.” Her tone was filled with female appreciation. She knelt at his feet, helping him to remove his pants. The vision of her naked, on her knees before him, and the fact that her mouth was inches away from his throbbing erection, heated his blood to a slow burn. Her warm breath whispered across his sensitive skin. She looked up at him with such trusting eyes that she triggered that soft spot in his chest. “What do you want me to do?” she asked softly.

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Chapter Four Eyes half-shuttered, Lon looked so sexy as he slid his fingers through Celena’s hair to grasp the back of her head. He nudged her forward gently. “Wrap those lovely lips around my cock.” The tendons along his neck tightened. His jaw flexed as his gaze grew darker. A slice of insecurity iced her veins. Could Celena do this? It wasn’t like she was a total innocent. She’d watched him being pleasured in this way from her water lens. She knew what he liked. A small drop of pre-come leaked from the slit of his firm erection. She remembered his salty, male flavor. Her tongue slid across her lips as if she could already taste him. “Angel, don’t tease me.” A hot blush raced up her neck and spread across her face. For a moment her confidence waned. No. She wanted this—she wanted him. Gently, she raked her fingernails across his abdomen, skimming them down his hips along his outer thighs. When she slipped her hands between his legs and started an upward path to his groin, he spread his legs wider and leaned closer. She flicked her tongue out, stroking over the head of his shaft. He sucked in a shaky breath, and his hold on her head tightened. A sense of power filled Celena. Her fingers folded around him, as her other hand found and cradled his balls. She glanced up at him. The naughty grin he gave her only fueled her onward. Carefully, she fondled the two oval sex glands, loving the feel of them moving between her fingers. At

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the same time she began to caress his erection as she swirled her tongue again over the sensitive head. His breaths were broken gasps. “You’re killing me, angel.” The thrust of hips toward her mouth told her he wanted more. She obliged by licking a slow trail along his shaft then slipped his hardness between her lips and began to suck using her throat muscles. She loved the ecstasy on his face as she looked up at him. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes for only a moment as a tense expression tightened his features. Then he stared down at her with a heated gaze. “I like that.” His hips began to move faster, forcing himself deeper down her throat as he watched. She choked around his flesh and he eased up, allowing her to set the pace. Her hand and mouth moved up and down his swollen flesh, while her other hand squeezed his balls gently. He released another bead of pre-come and she lapped it up, relishing his salty flavor. Time after time she stroked his cock, feeling the membrane that bulged along its underside, circling her tongue around the mushroom-shaped head, before teasing the small slit on top. His soft husky sounds of pleasure made her nipples tingle. Her sex dampened with her growing arousal and the need for attention—Lon’s attention. When Lon tensed, his fingers tightened in her hair creating a sweet pain. “Stop, angel, or I’m gonna come.” A flicker of remembrance of what Debbie did to him to delay his climax flashed in her mind. Celena released his balls to firmly grasp the skin connecting his scrotum to his body and pulled. He groaned, low and deep, releasing a satisfying moan. “Oh yeah, angel. Fuck me.” And she did, taking him to the back of her throat and swallowing to squeeze him gently.

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She hummed her pleasure. This was a fantasy come true. She couldn’t help wonder what it would taste and feel like to have him climax in her mouth. Trembling, his movements jerky, he eased out of her mouth. Before she realized what was happening he jerked her off her knees and shoved her against the wall, capturing her mouth with his. There was no tenderness in his kiss. No gentleness in the way his palms kneaded her breasts. Then he linked his arms beneath her knees and raised her off the ground. He bit her bottom lip and she squealed. His nostrils flared. “Wrap those gorgeous legs around me. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast.” Before her ankles fully locked around him, he pierced her body with one thrust. There was a moment of tearing, intense pain. She threw back her head and cried out. Lon grew deathly still. His body quivered beneath her. “Fuck.” His incriminating glare met hers. “Virgin?” he breathed, his chest heaving. Pressed against rock-hard muscles, she could feel the strain it took for him not to move. “I’m sorry.” He pressed his forehead to hers. Fear he wouldn’t finish what he started almost suffocated her. “Please—please, don’t stop.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him desperately. “Sonofabitch!” Briefly he squeezed his eyes shut. “I forgot a condom.” “We don’t need one.” She heard the anxiety in her voice. “I can’t get pregnant.” She read his skeptical expression as he cocked a brow. “Really.” She felt moisture fill her eyes. “Make love to me, Lon.” Her heart pounded as if it would break. So close—she couldn’t lose him now. He glanced around the hallway where they stood. “Not here. Bedroom.” Buried deep in her body, every step pushed him deeper and rocked against her core. She felt tender but exhilarated.

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The bedroom door was open as they passed through. Without disengaging them, he laid her on the bed and followed her down. His palms pushed against the mattress raising his upper body from hers. He looked her straight in the eyes. “You should have told me.” She heard the firm reprimand in his voice. “I didn’t think it would matter.” “Angel?” He paused and shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you?” Celena fell a little more in love with him. He wasn’t just the playboy she’d witnessed. He cared and that made her want him even more. “Make love to me.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his. Slowly and gently, he began to glide between her thighs. Her body was slick and wet as he pumped in and out, each time driving deeper, filling her completely. A whimper escaped her lips. Mixed feelings of reverence, fear and wonder captivated her. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear. She didn’t know if he heard her, his groans and tight sounds filled her with new and exciting sensations. He wedged his hand between them and began to fondle one of her breasts. The feel of her sensitive nipple between his fingers as he rolled, pinched and pulled was kindling to the fire simmering through her veins. When his mouth replaced his fingers she arched off the bed and whimpered. With a popping sound, he broke the suction on her nipple. “I can’t stand it.” A rumble surfaced from his chest. “I’ve got to taste you.” He slid out of her body. Celena’s heart leaped into her throat. She knew what that meant. Had fantasized him crawling between her thighs, spreading her legs, and sampling what she would willingly offer. “Raise your ass.” From beside her head he grabbed a pillow and slid it beneath her hips. With his hands on each of her knees he spread her thighs wide. Seconds ticked as he scanned every inch of her body. “You’re so beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed her sex.

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The intimate touch made her gasp and squeeze her thighs tight against Lon’s head. Wedged firmly between her legs, he pushed them further apart. “Relax, angel. I promise you’ll like this.” “Lon…” The first stroke of his warm, wet tongue against her slit sent a tremor through her. Her pulse leapt and sped. The next sinful touch glided across her swollen folds all the way to her clit. She held her breath as he flicked once, twice over the engorged bud. He raised his head and gazed up her length. “Sweet innocence. I knew you’d taste like heaven.” He disappeared again between her thighs, licking and nipping her sensitive tissues with his teeth. When he pushed between them and penetrated her, she was lost—lost in the incredible sensation. Throaty, greedy sounds vibrated against her skin as he lapped her cream. “Damn, angel.” Breathless, he pinned his greedy gaze on her sex. His nostrils flared. “Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.” His thick fingers gently spread her folds wider as he lightly blew on her sensitive skin. “Oh God, Lon, please…” He stole her words when he plunged forward and delved into her again. The rumble that vibrated in his chest echoed through her chamber. He held her squirming hips possessively in his hands as he ravished her. She whimpered as he carried her higher and higher. When his tongue circled her clit over and over, the threads of control vanished. It was too much pleasure. She screamed, tossing and turning, trying to struggle out of his arms and at the same time never wanting to leave them. Celena cried out his name. Tears misted her eyes as one ripple of sensation followed the other. Lon didn’t ease up, applying a firm constant pressure as he sucked and fed from her body. Before she began her descent, Lon was atop her, spreading her thighs wider to accept him. Her chamber still pulsed as he entered, thrusting fast and hard. His short raspy breaths matched hers. 39

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“Fuck, I can’t wait,” he muttered as a deep, hoarse groan ripped from his chest. His hips crashed into her cradle once more and then his back arched. The painful expression on his face quickly morphed to one of sated pleasure. Releasing a stream of ahs, he collapsed atop her.

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“I can’t leave for another two weeks.” Her tongue licked a path up his neck. “There’s much work to do.” He couldn’t think when she did that, but he did manage to ask, “Work?” Again with the heavy sigh. “We need to find you a mate.” Even as she said the words she snuggled closer, her hand caressing his thigh. So, they were back to matchmaking. “You can drop the pretense.” A hint of bitterness rose in his voice. Slowly, she pushed out of his arms and sat up. Her nipples were rosy, her body pink from his attention. She brushed the red curls from her face. “Let me try to explain this. I am your Nimbus of Christmas. I have two weeks to help you love again.” Her little nose crinkled, making her simply adorable. Even though he was upset with her, he couldn’t stop reaching for her. He had to feel her against him. She slapped his hand. “You can’t find love without a mate. So tomorrow we start our search.” She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. “But—” Shyly, she looked up at him through feathered lashes. “Tonight, would you do that thing with your tongue between my legs, one more time?” Her request not only surprised him, but made him chuckle with delight. Celena might be certifiably insane, but she was the sexiest little nut he’d ever seen. And there wasn’t anything he’d rather do than push her thighs wide and devour her again.

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Chapter Five Stretched out on Lon’s large bed, Celena listened to the rushing water as he showered. A delightful whistle rose from behind the bathroom door. For five days and five nights she had shared his bed, ignoring the reason she had been put on Earth. To help Lon Townsend love again. Night and day, they shared their bodies. Although he proudly claimed the status of playboy, she sensed there was so much more. Unconsciously, he was looking for the right woman—the one who would fill the emptiness inside and complete him. She turned to her side and curled into a fetal position. Celena wanted to be that woman. But it was an impossible dream. Over the span of days together they had laughed and made love. He’d shared with her the beauty of a ham and cheese omelet. She’d shown him the wonders of the night sky defining every group of stars in the constellation. She knew he wanted more out of life, to own a financial company of his own—help people. He hadn’t mentioned children, but she saw the sadness in his eyes when they walked in the park. A man and his son were throwing a round object at each other and catching it in a big, padded brown glove on their hands. Their laughter had drawn Lon to a halt. Today they were supposed to go Christmas shopping. Tears welled behind her eyes. She clutched Lon’s pillow to her naked form and buried her nose, inhaling the masculine, spicy scent. She was failing. Not only with her mission, but Lon.

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He deserved to find love—to have happiness. Instead, she had greedily stolen a week from him. How was she going to accomplish her task? Either way, on Christmas morning Niara would call her back to Heaven. The thought of leaving Lon was too much. A tear rolled down her cheek. She swiped angrily at the others before they fell too. Her chest hurt and just the thought of Lon with another woman sent acid churning in her belly. “Being human sucks.” Surprised at her outburst, she slapped her palm over her mouth. She’d never said words like that, nor cock or pussy. Though two nights ago Lon had been in a playful mood. It was a game he called “talking dirty”. The first one to climax without contact won. She’d won. Pride touched her lips with a weak smile. In fact, she’d won several times. But she wouldn’t be the winner in this game of love, because she wasn’t even a contestant. She had to remember there was no future between them. Celena was a spirit, not the woman Lon made her feel she was. The shower had stopped, but Lon’s whistling didn’t. He sounded happy. The knowledge was bittersweet. She curled deeper into the pillow to muffle her cries.

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jumped off his lap and ran toward a statuesque woman off to the side. Celena’s gaze followed the child. The laughter that had been in Celena’s eyes died. Her face went ghostly white. She turned to look at Lon, and he thought he saw a tear glisten in her eye. With quick steps he closed the distance between them. He set the packages on the floor, and then took Celena into his arms. “Angel, what’s wrong?” Face pinched, her brows pulled together into a painful expression. He could see she fought control as moisture rimmed her eyes. “It’s her,” Celena choked. “She’s perfect.” Lon followed her gaze to where the girl stood next to her mother. “I don’t understand.” “The woman—she’s perfect for you.” “She’s married.” “No, that’s her niece.” Now how the hell did Celena know that? She trembled, folding her arms around herself as if she were cold. He released an uneasy chuckle. “You’ve got to be kidding. First of all, she’s blonde and too tall.” He shook his head. “She isn’t my type.” “No. I can’t be wrong.” Celena raised her chin and glanced at him. Sadness filled her eyes. She looked so confused. “I’m never wrong.” She paused, asking, “Then what’s your type?” “I like short women. Hmmm…long, curly red hair. Blue eyes. Incredible in bed.” He growled, “Come here.” He embraced her. A smile rose that didn’t met her eyes. “Thank you. But you know I can’t stay.” “And you can’t leave.” He took her mouth in a fiery kiss meant to chase away any thoughts of her leaving him. It was then he realized she was everything he’d ever wanted. 44

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Celena genuinely cared about who he was and what made him tick. When he talked—she listened. When he shared his accomplishments with her a look of pride brightened her eyes. His failures saddened those same eyes. The truth was she alone did something no woman had done in a long time. She made him want for something more than a one-night stand. He wanted her—not for the two weeks she had promised to stay—but forever. Damned if he hadn’t fallen in love with the little pixie. It wasn’t rational, but the thought of her leaving him almost brought him to his knees. “I don’t want anyone but you,” he whispered longingly into her ear. “It’s impossible,” she argued, struggling in his embrace. He held her at arms length. “Let me be the judge of that. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I’m crazy about you.” Wide-eyed, she stared at him. “You can’t be.” Her gaze darted to the ceiling. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she spoke to the bright lights and Christmas ornaments hanging above. “Well, my crazy little angel, it’s too late—it did happen. And I’m not letting you go.” “Do you love me?” she asked. “As a matter of fact, I think I do,” he responded frankly. Her eyelids slid closed, tears dampened her lashes. “I’m so sorry, Lon.” Man, this couldn’t be happening. He’d just bared his feelings to her and, what? Was she getting ready to say goodbye? Dammit. He couldn’t be wrong—she loved him or at least had strong feelings for him. He placed a knuckle beneath her chin. “Look at me.” Through misty blue eyes she stared at him. “Tell me you don’t love me.” “I can’t,” she mumbled. “I do love you.”

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The breath he held released in a single gush. He pressed her close while the world went on around them and he basked in what he’d found.

Celena felt numb. Even the happiness she felt after Lon confessed his love was a dull ache in her chest. She’d done him a horrible injustice. Christmas morning she would leave him—her task completed, but his heart as well as hers would break in the process. Niara, I want to come home. But there was no answer to her silent cry. “Let’s go. I need to be inside you.” His warm breath brushed her throat. His strong hands rubbed up and down her arms. “Let me love that frown off your face.” She looked into his eyes. How could she refuse him? Fact was she couldn’t. The perfect woman for him would have to wait, because Celena wanted him for her own, at least for the next couple of days. With a nod and forced smile she agreed. In silence they exited the mall and headed for Lon’s car. He placed the packages in the back, before kissing her softly and opening her door. She scooted inside. Heart heavy, she startled when the door slammed closed. He slid into the car and took her into his arms. The moment was awkward. “This should be a happy moment for us,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong.” There wasn’t any use in telling him she was an angel. Even her clothing popping out of the blue when she needed them hadn’t convinced him. Love was blind, because he saw what he wanted. “Nothing. Just remember whatever happens that I love you.” She pulled out of his arms. “Now take me home.” Celena could see by the way he kept glancing at her, that he wasn’t buying her “nothing” remark. She would have to work harder to make him happy these last remaining days, starting now.

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She reached over and caressed his cock, loving the way it hardened and lengthened beneath her touch. With nimble fingers she undid his buckle, button and his zipper, parting the material so she could slip her hand beneath his briefs. A devilish smile creased his lips. “What’s on your mind?” “You.” She twisted around so that she leaned over the console. “I need to taste you.” In seconds, her lips closed around his firm erection. “Damn, angel.” His hips rose to each bob of her head. He sucked in a terse breath. She swirled her tongue around his crown and teased the small slit on top, until she tasted his salty pre-come. A horn blared. Celena didn’t know whether it was an angry driver or someone in a higher vehicle looking down at her giving Lon head. And she didn’t care. Actually there was something exciting about getting caught. It made her feel naughty. Her fingertips found his balls and began to knead them gently, as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his cock. Her teeth lightly scraped his sensitive skin and he groaned, low and deep. “Oh fuck.” His head struck the headrest. “Stop.” She felt the tremor that assailed him. “Now, or I’ll—” Too late. He cried out as his climax exploded. Semen splashed against the back of her throat. She choked, but continued to wring out every bit of his climax, sucking and swallowing. Licking her lips, she rose to the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. He loved her. Lon’s eyes were heavy-lidded. He reached over and stroked her hair. “I can’t believe you did that. But I loved it. So did the trucker passing by.” He couldn’t hide the grin that twitched at the corner of his mouth. “No!” she gasped, burying her face into her palms.

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“Ahhh…angel. You’ll never see him again.” Lon’s laugh was contagious. She raised her head and joined him. They were still laughing when he pulled into the garage and shut off the car engine. At that moment Celena knew what she had to do. She would make the next few days last them both a lifetime.

***** Celena woke to a light breeze stroking her face. She snuggled closer to Lon’s warmth spooning her from behind. His scent surrounded her. Spicy and male. But something else was present. The soft perfume of rain made her smile and reminded her of Heaven. Heaven! It was Christmas Day. Her eyes sprang wide. She jerked into a sitting position. Niara’s misty form hovered at the foot of the bed. Her gauzy gown gently swayed, as she smiled. “I need more time.” Celena’s words were a desperate cry. Her startled gaze darted toward Lon’s sleeping form. Her hand covered his lying now upon her naked thigh. A frown expressed Niara’s bewilderment. “My dear, you have succeeded in your quest.” Like a kite drifting in the wind, she floated around the bed to Celena’s side. Pressure squeezed Celena’s chest. “Yes. But he desires more. A real love.” Niara’s tilted her head. “I’m confused. Is the love you both share not real?” “Yes—no—I mean he deserves a real woman.” She clutched his hand, bringing it to her chest. “He’s just learned to love again. My leaving will crush him. He deserves more.” Hot tears beat against her eyelids, and then spilled forth. “Please.” Niara reached out and touched a teardrop that slid down Celena’s cheek. “Do not weep, my dear.” The smile on her gentle face softened. “It wasn’t only your subject’s soul crying out, but yours in search of your other half—your mate.”

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“I don’t understand.” Celena sniffled, afraid to release Lon’s hand, afraid they would be ripped apart at any time. “I know. Occasionally a mistake is made.” There was sadness in the woman’s eyes. “You were never fated to be a Nimbus. This is where you belong. He,” Niara glanced to the ceiling, “has granted you the gift of unity.” “Unity?” Niara waved her hand over Celena’s naked form. “From this moment on you are human. You will live and love and die as the one who lies beside you.” Chills raced up Celena’s arms. Inside her fear and excitement warred. How could this be true? Then her confidence wavered. “But will he want me for a lifetime?” “Yes,” the husky answer startled Celena. She dropped her gaze to see Lon awake and bewildered, but with a tender expression of love on his face. Then he stared at Niara, and Celena could imagine what must be going through his mind. “Really?” Celena asked, but before he could answer a dense fog rose, surrounding Niara. Through the thick veil the woman’s voice rose. “Goodbye, my children.” When the mist dissipated she was gone. “So you truly are an angel?” he asked, pulling her into his arms. “I can’t believe it. Why me?” “Was an angel,” she giggled trying to take in what this all meant. “Gifts from above shouldn’t be questioned, just accepted and appreciated.” She had every intention of doing just that. “Merry Christmas, Lon.” She touched her lips to his. “Merry Christmas, angel.” He rolled her onto her back then slid atop her. “So you really are my Christmas gift sent from Heaven?” “It appears that way.” She spread her thighs wide so that he slipped between them. His cock was hard against her sex.

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“I like my presents wrapped…” He rocked his hips, teasing her swollen folds so that she anointed him with her juices. She tilted her hips to receive him but he inched away. “I need you inside me,” she whimpered. Male pride met her words with a chuckle. “You are an eager little angel, aren’t you?” “Lon—” He captured her mouth, silencing her. The caress was tender, each stroke slow as if he savored her taste. Playfully, he nipped her bottom lip and sucked, pulling the tender flesh into his mouth. He bathed her mouth with sweet, sweet attention, as his hips thrust, sending just the head of his cock to penetrate her. She gasped, anticipation making her hips rise to meet his, but he pulled back to continue the exquisite torment. “Lon, don’t tease me,” she begged. “I ache. I want you deep inside me—now.” Her breasts were engorged with need. Her nipples were raw and sensitive as they brushed against his chest. “How much do you love me?” His voice was gravelly, as his warm breath brushed across her face. “More than all the stars in Heaven.” Her needy hands caressed his buttocks, trying to pull him closer. Tears dampened her lashes. The wave of emotions tugging at her heart were overwhelming. This man loved her. What more could she ask for?

Sexy little moans and gasps tore from her throat. Her arms tightened around him, holding like she’d never let him go. Lon couldn’t believe how lucky he was. It had taken almost three decades to find her and all along she was waiting for him in Heaven. His own little angel. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to the one above.

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Then he drew his attention back to the woman panting and squirming beneath him. Her hands were everywhere as if she couldn’t touch all of him fast enough. A devilish smile creased his lips. He wanted to hear her scream his name—wanted her to beg him to make love to her. When he withdrew from her body, she groaned, “Lon, please.” As he moved from atop her, he asked, “Do you trust me?” She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. He rose from the bed and padded across the room to where the ribbon and wrapping paper lay they used the night before on the gifts. With red ribbons and bows, scissors in his hands, he returned. Curiosity brightened her eyes as he cut four strips of the wide ribbon and two strands of the thinner ribbon. With the scissors, he took the thinner ribbon and ran it between his thumb and the blade, curling it into tight ringlets. Her shy smile was so innocent. He felt emotion squeeze his heart as he reached for her hand and drew it toward the railing of the headboard. When he began to tie her wrist, her chest rose and fell quickly. “Lon?” “Trust me.” He pulled the ends of the ribbon, looping them into a bow and tying them off, before he moved to the foot of the bed. She gasped, as he spread her legs, circling her ankle with the ribbon to secure it. He repeated the same process with her other wrist and ankle, until she lay spread-eagle upon his bed. She tugged against her restraints. “I need to touch you.” Slowly, he shook his head. Eyes hooded, he reached for one of her nipples, fondling it into a taut peak. Then he took the curled ribbon and tied it with enough pressure to force another gasp from her lips. A thrill raced through him, knowing the pleasure-pain she felt from the festive nipple adornments. She licked her lips as he did the same thing

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to her other nipple. The finishing touch was a red bow in the nest of hair between her thighs. Lon stood back and admired his work. “You’re beautiful. I wish I had a scarf to cover your eyes.” No sooner did the words leave his mouth than a beautiful candy cane, silk scarf materialized, floating down from the ceiling. Lon and Celena looked upward in surprise, and then both of them smiled. “Thank you,” he chuckled. The gift from heaven landed in his open palm. He moved quickly to place it around Celena’s eyes. Slowly, he crawled upon the bed, kneeling between her splayed legs. He caressed a path from her calves to her thighs. “Tell me what you want?” A beautiful blush swept across her face. “Are we playing the talking dirty game?” she asked innocently. Her naïveté was so charming and fucking hot that it made his cock twitch and blood rush to his groin. He had a lifetime to teach her what loving was all about. When her tongue slid between her lips, his balls clenched and drew up tight to his body. “Oh yeah, angel, but this time I have every intention of touching you. Now tell me what you want?” Her mouth opened and then shut quickly. Again, that delightful blush dotted her cheeks. “Lick me…uh, down there with your tongue.” “Pussy,” he corrected. She nodded. “Yes.” “Say it.” Her breath rushed out in a single exhale. “Lick my pussy, Lon.” Her voice softened into a sexy purr. “Fuck me with your mouth.” Holy shit! Where did that come from? She’d never used the “F” word. For some irrational reason it turned him on and stripped him of what shreds of control remained.

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Without a second thought he dove between her thighs. She arched her back as he flattened his tongue against her moist slit and licked. Her sweet juices played havoc with his taste buds. Pure unadulterated heaven. Lon couldn’t get enough as he pierced her chamber over and over again, before circling her clit several times. Simultaneously, his finger spread her wetness down around her rosebud, applying soft pressure to see what her reaction would be. She squirmed, pressing against his hand. A smile touched his lips. As he latched onto the engorged bud and sucked, he eased his finger into her taut entrance. She jerked, screaming, “OhGodohGodohGod!” Her head thrashing side to side as her orgasm struck hard. A rush of desire released from her body and he quickly lapped it up, thrusting his finger to wring every spasm, every cry, and every sensation from her body. “No more. No more.” She yanked against her restraints and the ribbon broke with a pop. She removed the blindfold, curling her fingers in his hair and pulled, sending pleasure-pain to his roots. “Angel, there is so much more,” he said, as he crawled leisurely to cover her body with his. With aching slowness his cock parted her folds and slipped inside. “And I have a lifetime to show you.” He glided in and out of her tight, slick pussy, loving the feel of her inner muscles squeezing him gently. As he quickened the pace, her embrace tightened. A sheen of perspiration glistened over their bodies making the friction between them so amazing he felt the first rays of fire shoot down his shaft, and another and another. His body shattered as he drove deep inside her one last time. Locked in body and soul, they both groaned, low and deep. As Celena joined him, Lon could swear the earth moved beneath them. Her sated whimpers only heightened the moment, making his mind spin with everything that was happening. His cock jerked a final time, lying contently within the one woman who completed him. 53

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About the Author A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter describes Mackenzie McKade’s novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex, fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the end. Whether her stories are contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona native thrives on giving you the ultimate erotic adventure. When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she’s spending time with three beautiful daughters, a devilishly handsome grandson, and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading, and can’t wait ‘til summer. Boating and jet skiing are top on her list of activities. Add to that laughter and if mischief is in order—Mackenzie’s your gal!

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