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I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.

Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.

"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.

She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.


"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.

As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.

I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that was heating my blood at an alarming rate.

The sound of harsh breathing filled the room, and it took a minute before I realized that it was mine. "Turn around," I demanded sharply.

I kept the smile to myself when I watched her bring her long hair forward, knowing that she was trying to use it to shield as much of her nudity as she could from me. She'd all but succeeded. When she turned, her tits were hidden behind the thick layers of her hair, and her hands were shielding her pussy from me.

"Come here, Ginger."

She padded toward me slowly. I was glad that she was acting sensible. It would make my job a helluva lot easier, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. When she was within inches of me she halted, her gaze still lowered to the floor. "Look at me." I moved her hair back behind her, exposing those luscious tits. Christ, they were full and rounded, more than a handful, and her rosy little nipples made me salivate and my dick harden.

Her worried, frightened eyes locked onto mine, and I steeled myself from softening towards her. "This is going to happen, Ginger. You and I both know that Wildman will kill us both if it doesn't, and that's after every one of his brothers fucks you raw." I hesitated, giving her time to digest that. "You want that to happen?" She shook her head, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. "No more resistance from you, and I'll make it as easy on you as I can."

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Santa's Big Little Helper
by Celine Chatillon

Be careful what you ask Santa for—you just might get it. Suellen confesses to an angelic hobo she's befriended on Christmas Eve that she lusts after the cover model on her romance novel because he reminds her of Carlos, a shy, handsome trucker who frequents her coffee shop. Santa's helper Carlos is given instructions by his friend Ol' Nick to make Suellen's dreams come true, and when Carlos finds out what they are, he can't wait. A little snow, a bearskin rug, and some fuzzy handcuffs make it a very Merry Christmas for the two lovers!

Excerpt: Suellen wakes up and discovers Carlos in her bed  Christmas morning.

Suellen took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Hmm…Carlos smelled of good honest sweat and soap and what all. She took another deep breath. That was a big mistake. The aroma of his aftershave mixed with the warm musk of a muscular male body made her head spin. 

She could see him, feel him, smell him and, perhaps she could even taste him. This was the most realistic hallucination she’d ever experienced. What a way to come out of a hangover.

“You work for Santa Claus and not a trucking company?” she babbled.

“Both. I started working for Santa a few years ago in between driving jobs.” He chuckled. “His big little helper, he likes to call me.”

Suellen found her gaze wandering from Carlos’ bright grin to the big bulge in his Speedo. “Uh-huh. So, tell me…How many other lonely women have you helped this way for dear old Santa?”

He frowned as a cloud of hurt descended over his ebony eyes. His hands gripped her shoulders tighter. “You’re the first. I promise. I usually help Santa deliver gifts to illegal immigrants and others who hang out in remote places. I also travel along the river on Christmas Eve and give out gifts of food and blankets in the shanty towns.”

“What a wonderful thing, helping those less fortunate.” She relaxed slightly, but she couldn’t block out the effects of his masculine presence. 

“Glad you approve and don’t think I’m a stalker.”

“No, of course you aren’t, and I didn’t mean to doubt you.” Suellen took a deep breath and regretted it. His spicy cologne scent possessed the same mind-numbing effect as the little hobo’s whiskey. “It’s just I’m usually not such a naughty girl. I mean, I’ve been on Santa’s good girl's list for years—so he’s told me.”

Carlos smiled. “Yes, he told me. It’s why he didn’t want you to be alone anymore.”

Santa's Big Little Helper is now available at eXtasy Books and wherever fine ebooks are sold!

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A #Threesome for #Christmas: A Holiday #Menage by Giselle Renarde

A Threesome for Christmas
A Holiday Menage by Giselle Renarde

Cathy takes care of everyone else’s needs. This Christmas, who will take care of hers?

The holidays are coming. For Cathy, that means getting the house ready for her elderly mother’s arrival. Things are going to change in the New Year. She’ll be taking care of Mom full-time. It’s the right thing to do, but that doesn’t mean she’s looking forward to it.

Enter Jeremy, the young tenant who lives in her basement, and Vance, the rugged handyman who makes Cathy weak in the knees. If anyone knows how to look after Cathy, it’s these two guys!

Hot tears welled in Cathy’s eyes. Shifting out of her chair, she turned toward the sink because she didn’t want Jeremy to see her cry. She grabbed the kettle and dumped out the stale water, adding fresh, then turning it on. What else could she do? Wash her breakfast dishes. That would buy her enough time for the choking sensation in her throat to subside.

But Jeremy wasn’t a stupid guy. He said, “Hey Cath, what’s wrong? Anything I can do?”

How could she answer a question like that? Her shoulders fell, followed by her head, and she told him, “There’s nothing anyone can do. Not only am I alone, but now I get to spend the next few years of my life playing nursemaid to a mother who thinks everything I do is wrong. I don’t want to do this, Jeremy! I don’t want her living here!”

When Cathy turned, Jeremy was right there in front of her, ready for her to collapse in his arms. And she did. She’d been holding in her tears for too long, and they all came out, soaking his terrycloth robe.

“Hey, hey, you’re not alone,” Jeremy consoled her. She could hear in his voice that she’d hurt him. “You’ve got me, remember? I’m here. I’m always here for you.”

“Oh, I know you are, but…” Cathy opened her eyes to find the handsome bath installer standing at the kitchen door, watching the scene. Straightening away from Jeremy, she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Yes? Is there anything I can do for you?”

She hated herself for being so curt, but Cathy hated crying in front of other people. It was embarrassing. And for him to catch her in Jeremy’s arms…

“I’m sorry,” the installer said. “I heard crying and…” His thought trailed off as he stared daggers at Jeremy.

Men were so strange.

“Oh,” Cathy said. “This is Jeremy, my tenant. He rents the basement suite.”

The installer man nodded, then wiped his hand on his overalls and stuck it out for Jeremy to shake. “Vance. Good to meet you.”
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