Hot Cocoa and Mistletoe

by Elise Kennedy

Can an enormous, muscly man who smells great hug me in thanks? Jackpot? Party of one?

“No, the toppings are crucial. Don’t break my heart and say you don’t like whipped cream.” “I would never break your heart, Peri.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I’d marry this hot chocolate. Buy it a nice house, picket fence, dog, everything.”

“Sure, it was fine,” she said, you know, like a dummy.

“Fine?” His eyes popped, and he bent over with a laugh. “Yikes. I’m out of practice.” He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

“More than fine,” she backtracked. “I mean, I just. I’m n...

“Kiss...

She gulped. “Banter. Flirting....

His hand reached out to tug her back to him. “I assure you, you’re bet...

He broke away. “I want to use my ball prize.”

Peri came out of the fog of his kiss. “That’s a weird name for your penis, Bennett.”

“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.”

“This is one of the first things I noticed about you. Your perfect, grab-worthy ass.”

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous. Sitting on my cock like the best Christmas present I’ve ever unwrapped.”