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Merry Christmas Mr Miggles – Eli Easton
Toby Kincaid loves being the junior librarian in his hometown of Sandy Lake, Ohio. He spends his days surrounded by books and chatting with the library patrons. He especially adores the head librarian, Mr. Miggles, who is kind, witty, knowledgeable about everything, and hopelessly addicted to Christmas. Sean Miggles is also pretty cuteóespecially for an older guy who wears ties and suit pants every day.
But Sean keeps himself at a distance, and thereís a sadness about him that Toby canít figure out. When Sean is accused of a crime he didnít commit, he gives up without a fight. Toby realizes that he alone can save the libraryóand their head librarian.
Toby will need to uncover the darkness in Seanís past and prove to him that he deserves a second chance at life and at love too. And while Christmas miracles are being handed out, maybe Toby will get his own dearest wishóto love and be loved by Mr. Miggles.
Friday was the day before Christmas Eve, and I decided we’d been responsible adults for long enough. I left at 5, as usual, saying good-bye to Sean and hurrying out before he could ask me what my plans were for the evening. I went home and made my preparations.
Ten minutes before 7, I was back at the library, looking and smelling fresh as a daisy. I’d worn a red turtleneck, a pair of soft jeans, and my most festive sweater—a black and white Norwegian ski sweater my mom had gotten me the previous Christmas.
Sean raised his eyebrows in surprise when I returned, but smiled a pleased little smile. He was at the front desk processing checkouts. There were always people who waited until the last minute at closing time. I walked around the library, checking the restrooms and looking down all the aisles, making sure everyone was gone. At 7, when Sean locked the library doors, I was certain we were alone. I leaned against a bookcase at the end of the biographies aisle and gave him my best come-hither look.
He regarded me with curiosity and anticipation. Sean had never been a dull-witted man. “Did you get something to eat?”
I shook my head and smiled naughtily. “Not yet.”
“May I… take you to dinner?” he asked. “Not that there’s anything too grand in Sandy Lake, but—”
“Later.” I crooked my finger, inviting him over.
He approached me slowly, looked around. Granted, the massive glass walls at the front of the library didn’t lend themselves to privacy, especially at night when the lights were on—which is why I led him deeper into the stacks. He followed. I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw the spark of anticipation turn into a full-on desire. Like I said, Mr. Miggles had never been a stupid man.
I made my way to the love seat and coffee table in the mystery section, the most private nook in the entire library. It, too, was festively adorned. The lights on the miniature Christmas tree cast colored jewels over the wall and bookcase. I stopped there and turned to look at him. Without a word, I thumbed open the button on my jeans.
His chest heaved with a deep breath, and he looked around. “I thought we, um, agreed. Not at the library.”
I unzipped slowly, placed my palms on my hips to slide my jeans down. “During working hours, certainly. There’s no one here now. And there are no cameras. There aren’t, are there?”
He laughed. “No. Only the one on the front door.”
“Well then.” I gave him a wicked smile. “Christmas does only come once a year.”
I’d gone commando, and my skin felt smooth from the recent bath and skin product. I slipped out of my shoes and removed my jeans entirely, ran my hands up my thighs for his benefit. I was already half hard.
Sean licked his lips, a flush on his throat. He started to undo his tie, suddenly in a hurry. He whipped it off his head and began to unbutton his shirt at the neck.
“Leave it,” I said quickly.
He stopped and gave me a bemused look.
“Just your fly.” I turned and placed my hands on a bookshelf, looked over my shoulder at him in what I hoped was clear invitation.
I knew the picture I must make with my sweater and turtleneck on and my lower body entirely naked, legs braced and slightly spread. I’d always been lean, and as his eyes roamed slowly over my legs, ass, and bobbing cock, he clearly liked what he saw.
“Dear God, you wanton strumpet,” he murmured with great relish.
Having been, at various times and under different names, a ministerís daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, an organic farmer, and a profound sleeper, Eli is happy these days writing love stories as a m/m romance author.
As an avid reader of such, she is tinkled pink when an author manages to combine literary merit, vast stores of humor, melting hotness and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time. She currently lives on a farm in rural Pennsylvania with her husband, three bulldogs, two cows, pot belly pig, and cat.
Her website is www.elieaston.com
You can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org
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