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they won’t understand.”
    The magical sugar was kept carefully contained. It was a necessary ingredient for elf candy, but Nick didn’t want to find out how ordinary humans would react to the powerful substance.
    Phoebe hadn’t answered him, her eyes now dreamy and unfocused. Nick gave her a little shake.
    In response, the half-elf twined an arm up around his neck, pressing herself to him as her mouth found his, her tongue driving every thought out of his head. Before Nick could react, Phoebe’s other hand slid purposefully down his stomach and into his jeans.
    “Fuck!” he gasped against her mouth as soft, sure fingers wrapped around his cock.
    Still aching from their previous thwarted encounter, if the thick member could have whimpered, it would have. As it was, Nick groaned, his knees weakening as she squeezed. She got in three hot, mind-blowing strokes before Nick managed to tear himself away. The moan Phoebe made echoed his body’s protest, and Nick suddenly understood – the sugar didn’t just turn her on a little, coaxing her sexuality into the open, but like a drug, it sucked her in, destroying her inhibitions, turning her into the hot little sex fairy of his fantasies.
    If a little caramel nearly had her coming apart in his arms, gulps of magical sugar-dusted air had to be wreaking havoc on her system. She was shaking with it, and Nick knew that he could peel her out of her suit and take her right here, and she’d only urge him on.
    He couldn’t do it.
    He might be a chilly bastard, but he wasn’t about to take advantage of her under the influence of anything without her clearheaded consent first . And to be honest with himself, it rankled that her current attraction seemed to be entirely sugar-based. Nick pushed that thought aside – he didn’t have time to think about why he suddenly wanted Phoebe Winters to want him for him .
    Priorities.
    He hurried to the red phone on the wall and explained the situation in a few quick sentences to the helpful elf who answered. That taken care of, he turned back to Phoebe, who was standing where he’d left her, barely holding it together. Spokes would be here in ten minutes, and would handle the mess. Nick didn’t waste any time, but scooped Phoebe up against his chest, nearly dropping her as she started to come . Phoebe clutched him tight, her body twisting in agonized pleasure, her eyes unfocused.
    “What do I do?” demanded Nick.
    “Take me…I need you…” moaned Phoebe, and Nick nearly groaned.
    “Anything but that, baby,” he insisted, hard as a rock, furious and frustrated and scared for her, and hating every minute of it.
    Shit.
    “Get me home,” she whimpered.
    Grimly, Nick nodded.
    “Hang in there, little elf.”
    Within three minutes, they were in a cab. Ten minutes later – ten long minutes during which time he tried to coax an address out of her and she tried to undress him in the back of the car – Nick kicked the door of her apartment closed behind them, took a minute to assess the neat one-bedroom, which was surprisingly unfussy for an elf, and set her down in the master bedroom. He let her go and she started to reach for him, but with monumental self-control, changed direction. She rolled over to find the nightstand, pulling a large vibrator from a drawer.
    It was almost as big as he was.
    Mouth dry, dick throbbing, Nick backed away.
    “Don’t worry about the factory,” he said inanely as she jerked at her suit buttons.
    He bumped up against the doorframe as Phoebe tossed the jacket away, closing his eyes as she wiggled out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but stockings, a prim white shirt, and sexy little panties that curved around her luscious hips.
    I have to get out of here.
    He couldn’t watch, and she seemed to have forgotten that he was there.
    Nick closed the door between them, but not before catching one unforgettable glimpse of Phoebe Winters, half-undressed and sprawled on the bed, tugging the clinging white satin