Hot Cocoa and Mistletoe

by Elise Kennedy

“Be prepared to lose, Bell. I intend to win Christmas.”

He stared with an equal mixture of surprise, horror, and want. “I’d marry this hot chocolate. Buy it a nice house, picket fence, dog, everything.”

“Uh, I maintain you cheated, like a lying cheating cheater.” Peri closed the door behind her. “That argument would never hold up in court.” He sent her a simmering smile.

“I want you to describe, in detail, what exactly you’d like me to do to you tonight. In perfect, ridiculous honesty. Because Peri,” he took a breath and, lord have mercy, his lip brushed her ear lobe with a hot puff, “Whatever it is, I bet I’ve thought about doing it to you.”

“Eyes on me, baby,” he murmured.