Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“The thing about mouses, Mr. Finley, is that they love cheese!” Dad leans against the wall by the closet door. “I happen to have a whole bunch of it in the kitchen already set out on a fancy tray.”
“Ready to eat,” agrees Mr. Finley.
“Cheese and a cup of hot cocoa.”
The giggles gets louder, then the door pops open. Emerald emerges, her curls bouncing as she jumps into Dad’s arms.
“Grampy!” Emmy’s three-year-old glee is infectious. Dad laughs as he carries her off through the hall toward the kitchen, Mr. Finley trailing behind them.
Ruby sighs contentedly and rubs her swollen belly. “He’s spoiled her so badly. There are more presents hidden in the attic than I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I kiss her crown. “Wait ‘til our son gets here. It’ll be double.”
“Too much. No way we can fit all this into our house.” She shakes her head.
“That’s the beauty of leaving most of it here. The kids can always play with Grampy while you and I get cozy at home.” I step in front of her and lean down, claiming her mouth in a kiss.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her sweet taste like the cherry on top of a sundae.
I sway her gently, dancing to the low Christmas music playing throughout the house.
She pulls back and looks up at me, her big eyes holding my entire world. They always have.
“Did you ask Santa for anything special this year?” she asks.
“No. I already have everything I need.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “You?”
She shrugs. “I was thinking maybe I was on the naughty list again.” Her eyes twinkle. “And maybe I need to do him some favors if I want to get off—” She yelps as I sweep her into my arms.
“That’s it, Red.”
“What?” she asks innocently as I carry her to the library and slam the doors behind us. “I was just saying—”
“You were saying you intended to do some special favors for Santa.” It’s ridiculous, especially given the fact Santa isn’t real—or is he? What if Christmas magic is a thing—after all, it’s what brought Ruby and I back together.
I place her on the wide leather couch on her knees. “Hold on, Red.” I lift her dress and pull her panties to the side.
“Knox, you can’t just—”
With one solid thrust, I’m deep inside her, and she makes the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I can’t what, Red?” I start a steady rhythm, giving her all of me. “I can’t fuck you right back onto the nice list?” I run my fingers through her hair and turn her head to the side so I can look into her eyes.
“Is that even a thing?”
“Now it is.” I lean over her, joined with her in every way, and kiss her sweet mouth.
She comes hard, her body already primed for me. This pregnancy has been especially sexy, her libido so high I love keeping up with her.
I give her a few more strokes and let myself go, my release filling her as I continue claiming her mouth. When she’s coming back down, I gently pull out and lay her down on her side. Scooting next to her, I pull her into my arms.
“I may be on the nice list now, but you definitely just got put onto the naughty.” She laughs.
“Fine by me. Like I said, I have everything I want.” I kiss her ear. “Merry Christmas, Ruby.”
She sighs dreamily and rests her head in the crook of my neck. “Merry Christmas, Knox.”
One more Christmas surprise awaits in Christmas Grump, Merry’s story!
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SANTA MATERIAL
SANTA MATERIAL
MINK
Am I obsessed with my neighbor? Yes. Mac is a huge bear of a man, one with bright eyes and big hands—a man that you can’t help but drool over. He’s so kind, always asking me if I want help with my projects around the house. Maybe I’ll spend this Christmas in his arms, cuddled by a fire.
At least, that would’ve happened if I didn’t … accidentally … kill Santa Claus.
Look, I know how it sounds. But it was an accident! Now, it’s up to me to save Christmas, and I have to find the right person to take the Big Guy’s place. A man with a kind heart, a giving soul, and a laugh that can warm even the chilliest of grinches. A man like … Mac. But can I give up the only man I’ve ever loved to save Christmas, or will I keep him to myself no matter the cost?
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MCMURPHY
Hot.
Almost a foot of snow on the ground and some of the coldest temps we’ve ever seen this time of year. And what am I? I’m hot.
Jocelyn is out putting up her Christmas lights. She’s stretching and bending, her leggings hugging her round ass with each move she makes. Christmas is almost here—I should be thinking about how much it sucks that I spend the holiday alone every year. Instead, I can’t stop staring at my neighbor.