Hot for the Holidays (21 Holiday Short Stories): A Collection of Naughty and Nice Holiday Romances

by Anthology

  I didn’t mention that he had originally lied to me and told me he was going home to visit his parents for the weekend. When I asked if I could tag along, he said he was really flying out for work and was thinking of piggy-backing a home trip to Wisconsin off his work trip.

  It sounded fishy, but I let it go.

  "Brian is a successful banker at Financial State. Once you get up there, they expect you to work weekends, too."

  I huffed audibly and took a long swig of beer before slamming the bottle down on my center table. "I don't know. Something is off, I feel it." My eyes scanned my one-bedroom apartment, the place I had called home since I moved from Bowlesville, Illinois to New York. Manhattan was where I was building a future with Brian. Or so I thought.

  "Stop, baby. I'm on the phone," Beth squeed, bringing me back into the present. I could hear Kent's horny ass beside her. "I said stop," she commanded.

  Her millionaire husband was one big horn-ball. A horn-ball who loved her nonetheless. He couldn't keep his hands off her. I'd been jealous of their relationship——until I found my Brian.

  My eyes caught the pictures of us hanging in black frames on my living room wall. One of me and Brian in London, where he’d taken me for my birthday. Another one of my mother and us together the previous Christmas. There I was at Thanksgiving with all of his sisters and his parents. Our lives and families were mixed nicely together, like a knitted scarf. That's what you did when you thought long-term.

  I shook my head as a feeling of despair threatened to choke me. Christmas was in less than a month, and Brian's family had invited my mother and step-father over for the holidays. Our families were finally going to meet.

  Why does this have to happen now? Why does this have to happen at all?

  I glanced at the small Christmas tree no more than four feet tall in the corner of my small apartment. Rainbow lights and green and red ornaments hung from its branches. We had bought it at the local drugstore and had talked about purchasing a more expensive, permanent one when we finally moved in together. Even though the tree screamed cheesy, I loved it. I’d told Brian the tree shined full of color, just like our love——vibrant with rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. He had laughed wholeheartedly, but agreed.

  I rubbed at the center of my chest, an ache that never seemed to go away since I saw Miss Ashley's texts. The ones where she was hanging out with my boyfriend.

  "Kendy? Are you listening to me? Give the guy the benefit of the doubt. He loves you."

  "I know. I should," I said, staring intently at the tree. He's mine.

  "She's a co-worker, that's it."

  She's just a co-worker. He loves me. Only me, I tried to convince myself.

  "Promise me."

  "Okay," I finally complied. "I've gotta go."

  We said our goodbyes and, as I finally hung up the phone, I lifted my chin. "He's mine," I said, my voice firm, full of emotion. And in my head, I knew what needed to be done.

  Operation D.I.P was in order——"dick in his pants". Which meant in his pants or my pants, and nowhere else.

  * * *

  I peered into his work cubicle and stood a few feet behind his chair. Brian Benson, hot and delectable, was dressed to the nines in his business suit. He typed away, focused on his computer screen as I came up behind him. The high walls that surrounded his desk caged us in. I had come to his work, with purpose. And that purpose sat right in front of me, all handsome and edible in a professional package.

  My mouth watered with want as my lips parted.

  I so badly wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Who cared that Ashley had texted him and I’d caught him in a lie when he’d flown out for work? I must have heard him wrong. He was moving up in the world. This is a good thing. Yep. I tipped my chin in agreeance to my own thoughts. That's it.

  My soft hands covered both of his eyes, and I sensed him smiling as he leaned back against the chair. Inhaling Brian's signature cologne, musky with a scent of spice, my insides instantly warmed with arousal. He was mine and damn it, I was never giving him up.

  He turned around and threw me his panty-dropping smile. The one that made my heart skip a million beats a minute. "Hey, princess. You're making it hard to concentrate." His eyes lit with mischief and I leaned into him, flirting back in response.

  "I'm here for lunch," I whispered in his ear. And for Operation DIP.

  My breath tickled his neck, causing goosebumps to form on his skin, which only intensified my deep hunger for him. He pulled my hands off his neck and tugged me onto his lap. I adjusted my cute winter white beanie, while my black wool skirt crinkled around my thighs as I squirmed into a comfortable spot.

  "Where do you wanna go?" He grinned, making my knees fall weak.

  "Cameron’s." I spit out the name of the upscale restaurant I knew we'd never get into as a joke. We'd both been trying for a year, but we didn't have connections and we weren't famous.

  "I wish." He tightened his hold on me, his hands grazing the bare of my knee.

  Colin peeked over his cubicle. "Hey, Kendall," he said with a grin. His eyes traveled up the length of my legs in my knee-high, four-inch black leather boots.

  Brian noticed, too, as he adjusted my skirt and pulled it a little lower. When Brian shot him a sit-the-hell-down look, I stifled a laugh.

  "Hey, Colin," I replied nicely, not tearing my eyes from my man.

  Brian shifted me closer. "No, really, where are we going for lunch?"

  "Um, I was thinking McDonald’s today." My voice lowered as I inched closer and nibbled on the corner of his ear. "I'm in the mood to be bad. Or we can be good. There's that salad and soup place down the street. Or you can have dessert first." A throaty undertone escaped my voice that I hoped he'd recognize. We'd never done it during working hours, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

  A sly smile crept up his face, and he adjusted me right above his hard-on.

  "Oh, shit." My eyes widened as my lady parts danced in glee.

  His fingers crawled sensuously under my skirt and up my thigh, causing a ripple of excitement to tear through me. "Dessert is good," he whispered discreetly, though his fingers were far from discreet.

  I wanted to take him home, but that would take twenty minutes one way and we'd never make it back within the hour.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. My short winter jacket was open and I pressed my tits against his chest, feeling my nipples harden against my thin cashmere sweater. "I'm not wearing any panties," I whispered teasingly. The look on his face was epic.

  He closed his eyes and rotated his hips upward. "Well, hell."

  I loved how I could easily get a reaction out of him. It thrilled me, flooding my insides with warmth.

  He stood and grabbed my hand, tugging us toward the elevator bank, down to the lobby, and outside. The winter cold hit me hard and I blew out clouds of steam when I exhaled, but all I knew was Brian's warm hand in mine.

  He squinted and turned his head left and then right.

  "Where are we going? McDonald’s is that way." I pointed right, looking at him, playing coy. After all, I had orchestrated this whole thing.

  His gaze dropped from my eyes to my shoulders, finally landing on my breasts. He leaned into me and grabbed a handful of ass, meeting my eyes once more. "I'm going to fuck you for lunch." He pushed his hard length against my side. "But don't worry, I'll make love to you for dinner."

  Holy hell. My bad boy Brian had come out to play.

  As soon as the words left his mouth, everything downstairs tingled with anticipation. "Well, okay, then," I said, offering my cheeky smile.

  He moved us down the busy sidewalk, striding forward like he was on a mission, which he totally was——a mission to satisfy a craving only I could fulfill.

  My boots clip-clopped impatiently against the sidewalk. I'd never been the patient one in our relationship. He rounded the corner and turned completely around, observing the crowd of people in business attire. My pulse raced,
knowing he was going to take me in public...Brian, the Midwestern good ole boy.

  The muscle in his jaw moved as he tugged me the other way, down a long alley. Brick on both sides caged us in as it narrowed the further we strolled down.

  It was the middle of the day, during lunch hour, and goosebumps formed as the frost nipped at my bare skin. Normally, I wasn't the shy one, but suddenly a warm flush crept up my cheeks.

  He didn't stop until we hit a dead end. It looked like the back of some restaurant. The sign said Gino's Pizza, which was not significant, but the red exit sign on the alley door caught my eyes. The heavy metal door looked worn-down, and anxiety crept up my throat at the thought of someone walking through that door to take their smoke break.

  At once, Brian turned and anchored me against the wall. My breath caught in my throat at the abrupt movement. I could feel the rough brick pressing against my back, and I knew I'd get rug burn from my sweater. Still, I played along as my pulse sky-rocketed.

  My legs wrapped around his waist in a vice and his lips came at me hard, causing my temperature to rise and my whole body to tingle. His tongue flicked at my mouth for me to open, and I happily complied. As his tongue meshed with mine, I moaned into his mouth, molding myself to his body.

  Trapped between his thighs, he held my lower back with one hand and moved his free one to his pants. The sound of his zipper was like hearing my favorite candy bar being ripped open. Want, need, and lust burst from my every pore.

  Without warning, he lifted my skirt, still keeping my parts hidden, and entered me fast, hard. Just how I loved it. I let out a loud cry of ecstasy as his hand flew to my mouth to quiet my moans.

  Our lips lost contact as he pumped into me and I angled my head to the side, my eyes at half-mast as I watched people at the end of the alleyway pass by. I doubted anyone was paying us any attention since we were partially hidden.

  I rested my forehead against his, moaning quietly at the pleasure he ignited in me.

  "You love me?" I asked through broken puffs.

  "Yes." He bit my lip as he continued to drive into me. "Especially when you're like this."

  His thrusts turned frantic as he pumped faster, giving me the sexual gratification I craved.

  The tingling in my legs spread throughout my body. He had memorized my body so well, knew all the points that drove me wild. I knew he could feel the contractions building, intensifying, because he lifted my bottom so he could drive in deeper.

  I tilted back, rested my head against the brick again and felt my sweater rub against my back. Uncomfortable pain stretched along my shoulders, the friction caused against the building, but I didn't care at that moment.

  He gripped my chin and crashed our lips together as his movements beccame even more erratic. The buildup was too much to take as the threads of pleasure overtook my body and pushed me deeper over the edge, swallowing me whole into a world of pure sensation. I bit down on his lip, hard enough to taste blood but prevent me from yelling his name in such a public place.

  When he finally stilled in me, we rested our foreheads against each other’s, waiting for both of us to come down from the unbelievable high.

  Damn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. If that didn't secure the deal, I don’t know what would. One for operation DIP.

  Go power of the P!

  Gently, Brian slid out of me and started adjusting his pants. "You okay?"

  "Mmhmm." If my lazy, satisfied smile wasn’t any indication, I didn’t know what was. I straightened my skirt and used the wall to steady myself. "More than okay."

  Coming down from ecstasy, I glanced around, my heartbeat still pounding hard in my chest. But everyone just moseyed on their way. No one had noticed our wild display of sex in the open.

  I glanced at the doorway behind us, taking in the sign that read Gino's Pizza. The waft of cheeses and meats filtered through my senses. "Every time I think of pizza now, I'll think of sex," I said, laughing lightly.

  Amusement filled his face before he pushed me against the brick again, catching me off-guard. His hold turned gentle as he framed my face and kissed me so sweetly that my whole body melted in to his, my limbs going weak.

  When he pulled back, he brushed his thumb against my cheek. His gaze was soft as a caress. "Tonight," he said, reminding me of the promise he'd made earlier about dinner.

  I smiled and sighed as I held his stare. I loved rough and tough Brian, but sweet Brian, the way he made love to me, moved me to a whole different level. He made me feel like a queen, cherished and whole.

  "I love you," he whispered, and then he adjusted my skirt and took my hand, pulling us back down the alley toward the road.

  "Do you have to go to work?" My heart shrunk, knowing I'd still have a few more hours before I would see him again.

  "Yeah, but we can grab a quick lunch," he said with a cute smile.

  I stuck out my lower lip in a full-on Kendy pout. "Can't you just play hooky, just for today?" Somewhere along the way, I had turned into one of those girlfriends who wanted to hang on her boyfriend all day and night long. And I wasn't a damn bit ashamed or self-conscious about it.

  He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me in, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. His blue eyes shined as he said, "I'll make it up to you tonight. Promise. And you know I always keep my word." His voice trailed off, and I knew. Brian reigned as my good boy, the one who never broke promises.

  Sighing heavily, I stared at his side profile. "Okay." I pressed my lips against his, breathing him in. "I love you."

  "Mmm, you don't have any idea how much I love you." He slapped my ass and intertwined our fingers together. And I basically skipped beside him, high on life and on our way to have lunch.

  * * *

  White Christmas lights hung on every tree that lined the streets along his office building.

  "Okay, this is where I put your sexy self in a cab and we say goodbye." He raised his hand and flagged a cab down when we were in front of his office.

  Brian wrapped his hands around my lower back, fisting my jacket between his hands.

  I tilted my head back and pouted. "I'll see you later, my man."

  "Yes. Sleepover at your place." He winked. "Though I doubt there will be any sleeping going on."

  When the cab pulled up, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me long and hard, bending me backward, making me lightheaded. I breathed him in, gripping the front of his jacket, trying to pull him even closer.

  After a beat, he disentangled himself and opened the door. "Bye, princess." His eyes met mine with such reverence that my heart skipped a beat or two. Then he shut the door and waved me off. Horns and beeps blasted in front of me from the back-to-back traffic. But then everything around me, my whole world, slowed to a stop. When my head turned to Brian's building again, my stomach plummeted as nausea filled me.

  There she was in all her beautiful glory.

  Ashley, the co-worker, top banker at Financial State, five-eight, with legs that went on forever and a half.

  She looked like a runway model in a suit, but that wasn't what sent an ache directly to the center of my chest. What sent a dagger straight to my heart was my perfect boyfriend——the guy who made me believe in love again, the guy who just screwed me senseless out in the alley, the guy who whispered tenderly in my ear 'I love you'—had his arms around Ashley, engulfing her in an embrace and swinging her around.

  It could’ve just been a congratulatory hug. Maybe they had won a deal. But he’d never mentioned it. He would have told me. We told each other everything.

  Even from far away, I could still see the way his whole face lit up. His eyes and his blinding smile were all focused on her. Her...

  My lip quivered as the cab pulled away, and I watched him hold her to his side and walked inside Financial State...together.

  Chapter Two

  "Honey, I'm home." Brian strolled into my apartment.

  Of course he had a key. I'd
given it to him the second month we'd been dating, and my doorman adored Brian. Who wouldn’t? Brian bought him donuts weekly.

  I wiped the sweat forming at my brow as I prepared him his favorite meal against the stove. Chicken Piccata, from scratch. One of the only things I knew how to cook that wasn't from a box. But since it was Brian's favorite, I asked his mother to teach me how to make it.

  The second way to a man's heart was through his stomach; the first way was through his pants. Operation DIP, take two.

  Co-workers. That's it. I had repeated the mantra in my head a million-zillion times since I’d left him after lunch, forcing myself not to cry. I would ask him about work during dinner and all my worries would be for nothing.

  I sensed him behind me before I saw him. He wrapped his hands against my stomach and nuzzled my neck. Automatically, I molded in to him, my body temperature rising a few degrees just being next to him.

  "Damn, this place smells amazing. But even more than that, you smell amazing." With the tip of his tongue, he licked the span of tender skin between my neck and collarbone. "And you taste so good. I'm sure it’s better than that dinner you're cooking."

  His touch caused a tingling that hit every nerve throughout my body.

  I shut off the stove, turned around, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "No, you smell amazing." I ducked my head into his collar and took a long breath in, as if taking a long drag from a cigarette. As I sniffed, I shamefully checked for any trace of perfume, any foreign smell that wasn't his cologne.

  My nose travelled to his shoulder and my breathing quickened as I inhaled short breaths.

  He pulled back, laughing. "You're sniffing me like a dog."

  "What?"

  Way to be discreet, Kendy. I collected myself and pulled back, smiling innocently. "Oh, sorry. I just love the smell of your cologne." I wrinkled my nose, playing for cute.

  "Is dinner up? I'm starving." He squeezed my ass with both hands, released me, and peeked over my shoulder at the chicken and pasta on the stove.