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image issues that three shots of
tequila couldn’t fix.
    “What’s the hold up, Jane?” He crossed the room and brushed
my hands aside to work at the buttons of my shirt. “You like to be undressed? I’m
good with that.”
    Biting my lip, I glanced away. “I haven’t hit the gym
lately,” I whispered. Too busy. I didn’t even want to bring up how long it had
been since I’d waxed my bikini area. Luckily I’d shaved my legs that morning
and put on my red bra and panties.
    He pushed the shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the
floor. “You look amazing.”
    Raul hooked his index fingers under the straps of my racy,
lacy bra and slid them up and down, dragging his warm knuckles along my skin.
His eyes pierced my soul, making me shiver before he tugged me close for a
sweet kiss probably meant to reassure me. He tasted of cool mint and warm
tequila, which went together like hot fudge drizzled over ice cream.
    Our kiss spiraled out of control, his lips pressing hard
against my mouth. Our tongues wrestled for domination. I wanted to surrender to
his prickly stubble burning my face.
    “Jane, Jane, Jane,” he mumbled against my lips between
searing kisses.
    “Yes, Santa,” I breathlessly replied.
    “Santa has decided you’ve been a very good girl.”
    I didn’t know why that sent a zing of pleasure zipping
around my body. I searched his mouth from the inside with my tongue, while my
hands combed through his hair and explored the uncharted territory of his solid
body. It was not a one-sided assault. Raul, my best Christmas present ever,
gripped my butt cheek with one hand, holding me tight against his erection, and
squeezed my breast with the other. His tongue tangled with mine for control.
    “I have a confession, Santa,” I whispered.
    He nipped at my lower lip. “You can tell me anything.”
    “I’ve been naughty.”
    “Naughty?” He held me at arm’s length. “How naughty?”
    “Real naughty.” I glanced away but watched out of the corner
of my eye for his reaction. “Bad. Very bad.”
    It wasn’t long before we were fighting over who could get my
jeans off first. In the end it was a team effort. I tackled the snap. He
handled the zipper. I pushed the denim down my hips. He shoved me playfully onto
the foot of the bed and yanked the jeans off, tossing them across the room.
Standing above me in the dimly lit room, he lanced me with another of his dark,
penetrating looks that told me he was reading my mind. I reclined on the bed,
planting my feet on the end of the mattress. He dragged his fingers slowly
through his hair.
    “Are you having second thoughts?” I asked. My white cotton
underwear sometimes had that effect on men but not my ruby-reds, which I hoped
distracted attention away from my flaws.
    “Fuck no.” He stood at the foot of the bed and eased my
knees apart. “I’m trying to decide what to do to you first.”
    An unfinished breath caught in my throat.
    “Any suggestions?” he asked.
    I had a long list of ideas but silently shook my head to the
contrary. I’d entertain his recommendations. Maybe he had some sexual fortés.
    He blew out a long breath that must have started in his
toes. Before the breath was finished he’d dragged my gift basket of sex toys
closer and was rummaging through the contents.
    “Oh no,” I protested when he grinned and pulled the little
cat-o’-nine-tails from the basket. I’d only grabbed the damn gift for the
condoms, although Santa probably had a supply on hand. He struck me as a bulk
shopper when it came to condoms. I hadn’t seen any women coming and going from
his condo unit, but I go to bed early.
    “Too late.” He slapped the whip into his palm several times.
    Each strike against his hand made my pussy pulse with
desire. What had I gotten myself into? And whose idea had it been to unleash
the naughty talk? I wanted to take it all back. I’d been a good girl all year.
    Smiling mischievously, he twirled the ends of the whip along
my abdomen,