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in his firm hands, tightening his grip until she pulled in a ragged sigh. “Keep your legs open.” He wrenched her feet apart, displaying her pink, swollen sex, partially concealed beneath her holiday cotton panties.
    “Yes Santa.”
    At her compliant words, a thrill arrowed through him, settling with molten fire in his already inflamed cock. She submitted beautifully, as if she’d been doing it her whole life, showing her complete trust in him. It was intoxicating, rousing his hidden urge for domination that rarely peeked beyond his fantasies.
    Eric wasn’t a commanding man. He’d been taught to be polite and respectful to women. He held doors, picked up the check, and offered his jacket when his dates were cold. But in the bedroom, another part of him snuck through, taking charge, claiming what he wanted, and giving in return.
    Eric leaned his knee onto the bed, straddling his leg over Callie’s hips, settling his groin in the perfect position against her excited flesh. Callie whimpered and shivered, flexing her fingers around a chunk of thick, fluffy comforter as he leaned over her, pressing his rock-hard erection farther into her pussy.
    He planted his palms on either side of her head, extended his thumbs to stroke the fiery curls at her temple. She rotated her neck, her eyes flaring as he caged her with his body as easily as he bound her with velvet. The tips of her breasts danced across his chest as another shudder raced through her. He settled down on her with an animalistic groan, every soft inch of her molding into him, crushing their bodies together.
    He traced his lips along the curve of her cheek, placing a kiss on the silky-smooth skin just below her ear, her breath ruffling his hair. He outlined the curve of her neck, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of her skin, intoxicating him, like drugging Christmas toddies.
    He smoothed his hands down to grip her shoulders as he sucked the skin at the juncture of her neck. He grasped and massaged her breasts. Her hard, sensitive nipples, no bigger than gumdrops, grazed his palms. Callie’s back arched, a soft, sighing moan escaping her lips.
    The pressure he applied pinned her rib cage flat on the bed as he kissed down the center of her body. His lips brushed the extrasensitive line of the deep ruby ribbon holding her tight.
    “Kiss me under the mistletoe,” he whispered, his fingertips tracing the red sparkly bubble letters across her breasts as he read them. A smile glided across his face as he brushed her throbbing, beaded nipples, peaking against the thin jersey, her breath hitching.
    “Don’t mind if I do.”
    His palms skimmed down her chest, gliding along her flat stomach to the elastic of her underwear, her muscles clenching beneath his touch.
    He caressed the clump of oval green leaves, white berries, and thick, bright bow printed on the panties, just above her pussy. The pad of his thumb stroked her slit as the scent of her already heady arousal wafted to his nostrils, her legs shaking around his shoulders.
    “Let me help you with these,” he murmured, lips poised inches above the smooth skin between her hip bones.
    He hooked his thumbs on either side of her holiday panties, yanking the fabric down her legs in three hasty pulls, illustrating his desperation in each touch. She lifted her hips off the bed, just as frantic to help him. He smoothed the length of her outer thighs, caressed the ultraresponsive skin behind her knees as he removed the cotton.
    He stared down at the thin strip of ginger hair outlining her pussy. Breathing deeply, his warm hands wrapped around her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide. A whimper of need rippled from her throat as his warm breath ruffled her moist, heated flesh. His entire body locked down, his nerves prickling like pine needles.
    Could he really be here? Between Callie’s legs, kissing her, touching her as he’d always fantasized? Her warm, moist sex open to him, submitting to him better than a dream. It was