Naughty for Santa_An Erotic Holiday Romance by Alisa Easton

Author:Alisa Easton [Easton, Alisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-22T05:00:00+00:00

I woke to a world that was way too bright. Rolling over, I shielded my eyes as I discovered the source of my assault. I'd left the bedroom blinds open when I went to sleep. I groaned. The bright light did little to help the throbbing in my head, a byproduct of an overindulgence of alcohol.

Then I remembered what day it was and bolted upright. Christmas! According to the clock on the bedside table, I had exactly one hour to shower and dress before Abby would be home and that meant I better scramble if I wanted to look better than I felt at the moment.

My legs dangled over the edge of the bed and I noticed for the first time since waking that my ass was incredibly sore. My memory was fuzzy. I rubbed my head and tried to focus. Did I take a fall?

There was a man last night...

No, that couldn't be. I'd spend the night alone like always. Jake had turned me down when I tried to hook up with him. I got up, rubbing away the soreness but when I stepped into the shower and let the warm spray revive me, images from the night before began to flash in my mind. The stranger dressed in a Santa suit. The way he'd captivated me, sexually tormented me, and ultimately offered me the biggest orgasm I could remember ever having.

I turned off the shower and stood there a moment with my mind and heart racing. Between my legs I felt the dull ache of satisfaction, the sort of feeling I'd only ever had after being with a partner, not when I'd pleasured myself. If it had all been a dream, it sure felt real. Twisting, I managed to view my backside in the bathroom mirror and gasped when I saw the red welts. I snatched my robe from the hook and wrapped it around me quickly, not bothering to dry off. I set off to investigate whether anything in my house was missing.

Not only was everything as I had left it, but the red silk ties were no longer fastened to the bed posts. The living room window was closed and locked. So was the front door. The fireplace still gave off a gentle heat from the previous night's fire. The plate of cookies sat untouched on the table but the glass next to it was empty. I wrinkled my nose as I considered the possibility that I'd drank the milk. Not likely, even in an intoxicated state, because I hated milk and had refused to drink it since I was ten. The only reason I even had a bottle of the stuff in my fridge was so that Abby would have strong healthy bones.

There was no indication that anything unusual had happened in my home and yet I couldn't shake the warm glow surrounding me as if nothing was the same. I stood at the window staring out to the fresh fallen blanket of white snow and believed that somehow my life was forever altered.

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