The best part of the holidays is unwrapping the presents.
Emily would love to heat up Simon’s Christmas with more than just hot chocolate and roasting chestnuts. But their bedroom might as well be the North Pole, thanks to her tendency to freeze at the threshold of sex. They both sense her hidden sexual side—the trick is letting herself be as naughty as she is nice.
The strain on their relationship is beginning to show, and if there’s to be any chance of a New Year’s kiss, she’d better figure out how to make merry—fast. Starting with a few lessons in lust. Then giving Simon the perfect gift by showing him just how naughty she can be…
This title has been previously published.
Product WarningsThis title contains a little sexual healing between an anxious heroine and a female therapist. Plus an innovative use for candy canes that you’ll definitely want to add to your Christmas list.
Copyright © 2012 Lacey Alexander
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Finishing another scotch and Coke, he asked Emily if she wanted another glass of wine. She looked up, drawn from her conversation. “Oh—yes, honey, thanks.” So off to the bar he went, thinking to drown his sorrows. If I were a worse sort of guy, I could be sandwiched between two naughty girls right now. The jazz version of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” played overhead, reminding him ’twas the season to be deemed naughty or nice. Just his luck to fall for the nice girl.
It was when he was on the way back from the bar that he realized Emily was nowhere in sight. “Where’d she go?” he asked Carolyn Wagner.
Mark’s wife pointed. “That way—looking for the restroom. Only, after she’d gone, I realized they’re—”
“In the other direction,” Simon finished for her with an easy grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll track her down. Watch these for me?”
“Sure,” she said as he lowered their drinks to the table where she sat.
Pushing through the door that led to the offices, he spotted Emily walking toward him, looking prettily tipsy from wine consumption. “There are no bathrooms back here,” she said, motioning vaguely over her shoulder as a short giggle escaped her.
He couldn’t help smiling at her. “No, sugar plum. But look what’s right here.”
He moved forward to meet her next to Dana’s office doorway, where a sprig of mistletoe hung. Emily looked up. “Is that mistletoe or something?”
He gave her a playfully scolding look. “Of course it’s mistletoe. Do you mean to tell me you’ve never seen mistletoe?”
“I guess not.”
“Well, you at least know what it’s for, I hope.”
She nodded invitingly. One thing about Emily—she might not like sex, but she loved to kiss.
At that, Simon slid his arms around her waist and stepped up close to her.
“Is that a Christmas present in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
He laughed, but gazing down into her eyes turned him serious just as fast. “The latter.”
“Mmm,” she purred as he molded his mouth to hers, easing his tongue inside. Her arms curved around his neck as their bodies settled closer together, his erection pressing to the juncture of her thighs.
One kiss turned into two, then more, as their tongues lazily sparred. He kneaded her hips, then her sweet round ass full in his palms, and wondered if she could feel him getting harder and harder against her. He’d been so damn aroused all night, all week—hell, for the last three years—that he wanted her madly, wanted to make his little office party fantasy come true here in the privacy of the hallway.
Would she let him? Or would she bring their passion to a grinding halt as usual? Only one way to find out.