Santa's been a little disenchanted with his job lately. Mrs. Claus ran off with Rudolph, who kept putting his nose where it didn't belong -- all Santa's reindeer are shifters. What? You didn't think he'd keep a herd of fat lazy deer around all year, eating their heads off, when he only needed them one night a year?
Anyway, the Mrs. ran off with Santa's ex-best friend, so he's been alone for a while now. So you can see why the idea of a special treat got his juices running. He thinks Plum's giving him a treat, but he read the note wrong. Plum's been a very good girl, and he's supposed to give her a special treat. But that's OK, because the treat Plum wants is Santa.
Praise for Santa's Treat
"The romance between Nick and Plum is cute, fun, sweet, and of course, hot. This is a story you can treat yourself to and indulge in a whimsical smile as you consider the possibilities."
-- 4.5 Blue Ribbons from Chrissy, Romance Junkies
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White Hot Christmas: Santa's Treat
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Copyright ©2011 Camille Anthony
Plum was having a delicious dream...
She was lying naked on her bed, legs spread-eagle, her short, plump body pressed into the mattress by the hard-muscled man lying between her thighs. One of her dark brown nipples was caught between strong white teeth.
A moan bubbled up from her as his lips left her breasts, one broad hand cupping and pinching her abandoned nipple. His teeth captured her left earlobe and nibbled. She shivered as chills raced from her ear to her clit. Her breathing slid into sultry sighs as his mouth moved again. This was the best dream ever.
Her lover's mouth traveled toward her forehead, pressing a series of kisses over both eyelids. His head lowered and he took her mouth, pushing his tongue past her lips to play with hers. Good as it felt, Plum wanted that tongue somewhere else. Since this was her dream, she decided to take control.
Tangling her fingers in his long jet-black hair, she tugged. "You're not going in the right direction."
He easily resisted her. "I'll get there in my own time, sweetheart."
The bass rumble tickled her ear and she scrunched her shoulders, giggling, even as her pussy tightened with excitement. Moisture gushed from her sex, scenting the small bedroom with the heady aroma of lust. She squirmed under him, eager for more. "Please, it's been so long..." Plum's plea ended on a broken inhale.
In response, he fisted his other hand in her hair, forcing her head back so his lips could roam from her ear to the hollow beneath her collarbone and back again in a leisurely journey of soft bites and pecking open-lipped kisses. And then he paused, cupped her face in the palm of one hand and gazed into her eyes. "It's been even longer for me, but I refuse to rush. This first time with you is too precious."
It was the perfect answer, reinforcing her belief this enchanting time was a dream. Her imagination had conjured a perfect man. Plum was moved to tears. They filled her eyes, made her vision shimmer. "You say the sweetest things."
"I try, sweetheart." He tweaked her nipple one last time before coasting his hand down her body toward her smooth mound. One knee pushed, widened the space between her legs, and soon his broad hand was cupping her soft delta, playing in the moisture coating her pussy lips. "You make it easy," he murmured, pushing a finger past her swollen labia, sinking it deep into her pussy.
The pleasure burned away any lingering shyness and Plum's hips arched off the mattress. "Oh gawd" -- her hands fisted in the sheets, twisting the cheap covers into bunches of tortured linen -- "I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me now!"
As if to emphasize her pleas, her intimate muscles flexed, wrapping around the long, thick finger exploring her sex. He added another finger, pumping both in and out, each time flipping that electric switch in the front of her vagina that sent erotic watts of brilliant current streaming through her.
She gasped, shuddering. Her pussy wept moisture, easing the burning friction of the two digits sawing in and out of her, readying her sex to accommodate something that would stretch her even better. She wanted his cock, not his fingers, drilling deep -- she wanted him furiously pounding into her until she screamed with delight.
"Are you truly ready for me, sweetheart?"
The accented voice stroked her skin like the softest velvet, poured over her nerve endings like liquid balm. "Yes... gods above, yes."
"Open your legs wider for me, then. Show me how much you want me."
Plum obeyed, trembling as the power of his words sped along her sensitized skin, seeped into her soul. She squirmed under an emotional nakedness that seemed visceral... deeper and more significant than any foreplay she'd indulged in before.
This felt like surrender, a giving up of herself into the keeping of this dream man who'd so far exceeded her greatest expectations.
If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. Because real life couldn't possibly be this wonderful, could it?