As the temperature drops, the women in this collection of stories find naughty and delicious ways to warm up for the holidays.
A boss with a proposal to make her sweat, a promise from an Italian assistant, a cabin in the middle of nowhere with two men waiting to cater to her every desire, a special surprise for a lonely solider...
All of these encounters and more from ten talented authors. Get ready for some holiday loving...Evernight style.
10 Author Anthology:
The Proposal by London Saint James
Chasing Miss Kringle by C.R. Moss
Snow Angel by Jezebel Jorge
Naughty & Nice by Lila Shaw
Making the Naughty List by Seleste deLaney
A Very Naughty Christmas by Carolyn Rosewood
Promises by Xondra Day
Santa's Little Helper by Kelly Yeakle
Mistletoe Masquerade by Alaska Angelini
Letter to Santa by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Excerpt from The Proposal:
“I expect nothing but whatever you want to give me. And maybe this,” he added, placing his mouth to mine.
It was persuasion of the deepest kind. His tongue tangled with mine while his hand made its way to the back of my neck, under my hair, massaging. His mouth moved and swayed against my mouth, his tongue caressing, lapping then lashing mine harder, deeper. I realized in this moment, as my body melted into a puddle, I would give him anything he wanted. I would indeed accept his proposal.
Dravin pulled back from my mouth and allowed his breath and his words to fall upon my moist lips. “So then, do you accept my proposal?”
“Yes,” I muttered.
“Will you do something for me?”
“Good,” he said. Carefully he caressed the hollow of my throat with his fingertip then whispered, “Take off your stockings.”
“Is this the, ‘among other things?’” I asked.
Dravin licked his lips as if re-tasting our kiss. “Yes, Grace.”
I wanted to tremble at how he said my name. He had a way of making my name sexy. It almost sounded naughty, forbidden, perhaps a secret told to a lover.
I reached for the bottom hem of my skirt, inching up the left side until I found the garter. Dravin’s eyes flashed. I unhooked the garter and slid the left stocking from my leg, lifting my foot, removing my heel and pulled the stocking off, completely. Unable to fully maneuver, I was forced to inch my skirt up a little higher in order to remove my right stocking, nevertheless I finally managed the task. I placed my bare feet back inside of my high heels and wadded up the stockings into my hand before tucking them into my purse.
“Leave your skirt lifted,” he said in a hungry voice. He removed his suit coat and placed it over my lap to cover my bare legs.
“Your burgers,” the waitress announced. She placed our food, the ale, and the massive basket of hot wings on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No,” Dravin said.
When the waitress left, Dravin’s hand made its way under his suit coat to find and conquer my bare knee. He lingered there before inching up my thigh and stopping within a breath of the silken crotch of my panties. I was so glad I had taken the time to shave my legs this morning. He caressed my thigh. I shivered. Dravin smiled then moved his fingers along the front of my panties, causing a delicious friction against my clit. Unable to stop, I bucked forward into his hand which cupped my womanhood. He was holding me with the palm of his large hand like I was a gift to be unwrapped, slowly.
“Eat,” he told me.
“I’m not sure I can eat with your hand on my—”
“Eat,” he said again, interrupting me.
This was his game, I decided, so I picked up my bottle and took another long swig of the ale. Clearly, Dravin had no intention of moving his hand from between my legs. When I picked up a fry, his fingers moved against me. I placed the golden fried string into my mouth and chewed. His fingers stirred some more. If I stopped chewing, he stopped touching. I picked up another fry, placed it into my mouth. His fingers brushed across my panties. I ate another fry. He massaged me intimately, and when I went to take a bite of my burger his hand and his fingers became much more eager.
I made it halfway through my burger when he moved aside my panties, exposed my folds and began exploring the most secret part of my body.
“Um,” he groaned, “you are wet.”
I managed to say, “Yes,” when he slipped a finger inside of me. “Oh…” I mumbled.
Dravin watched my face, intently, as he slid his long finger in and out of my moist pussy. I shook. As if this were his cue, he began fingering me in earnest.
I put down my food, clutched at the edge of the table and closed my eyes. Two of his fingers delved deep inside of me.
“Yeah, Grace. That’s it,” he said. “Spread for me.”
He hit my sweet spot with unerring ease. My right knee hit the wall. He probed, testing the tightness, tapped against that bundle of nerves inside my body which made me twitch in pleasure. My pussy wanted to purr. I wondered how he had found my spot so easily. The last man I was with struggled with my body. In fact, I had been sleeping with him for over six months before he made me cum with a fizzling pop. No great fireworks, no bang, just a modest pop. Dravin on the other hand was without doubt going to make me come. I realized quite quickly I might implode, explode, and detonate with a world class body rocking blast.
As Dravin moved inside of me, my feminine juices flowed. I was so freaking wet. He glided in and out, in and out, hitting my mark with each inward thrust before pulling out and twirling my now bloomed clit between his fingers. I wanted to say, fuck yes, where have you been all of my life?But I held it in. I couldn’t forget where we were. In truth, I would never be able to come to The Fireside Grill again without becoming flushed.