From Fast Foreword, an imprint of Foreword Literary
Christmas and smut—I can’t think of a more delightful combination! “Office Santa” appears in Holiday Spice, available on Amazon.
Contributors and an excerpt below!
Take a peek at the table of contents:
Homecoming by D.R. Slaten
A Not So Lonely Christmas by Jody Holford
Christmas Spice by Anna Leigh Keaton
Naughty or Nice by Ainsley Winter
Put a Bow On It by Zrinka Jelic
The Silent Stars Go By by Peggy Barnett
The Messenger by Kim Kasch
Office Santa by Jade A. Waters
Kinky Bells by Sidney Bristol
Snow and Love by Callie Russell
Secret Santa by Kyra Mason
Counting by Numbers by L.R. Wright
Christmas Sex Magic by Philippa Ballantine
The Murder King’s Christmas by Jamie Leigh Hansen
A Second Chance by J.A. Pope
Guardian Angel by Laura Kreitzer
No. 18 by Megan Carey
Ruined by the Reindeersaurus Rex by Arthur A. Author
Read an excerpt of “Office Santa”:
Me and Office Santa—we go way back.
See, after seven years of organizing our annual holiday party, I’ve learned I have a real affinity for a gentleman in a Santa costume—which is saying a lot, since I love a man in a suit and tie, and the male partners around here look so delicious in their business wear it’s a miracle we don’t have a major sexual harassment problem. But Christ, put one of them in a fuzzy red suit with a squishy belly, a big black belt, matching boots, and that goddamn aphrodisiac of a hat, and I lose all semblance of self-control.
Part of the appeal is the man who dons the suit, of course. Last year, for example, it was David. He’s one of the busiest partners, so watching him slow down to have a glass of wine with the rest of us—appreciating the season and wearing that fantastic red costume—actually made him approachable. I mean, he was always that way with me, but no one ever saw that. Ours was an affair composed of exactly three entanglements: the first on the break room table after the rest of the company had gone home, the second when I picked him up from the airport after a conference since the driver I’d arranged had neglected to show, and the third the time I took him home from the holiday party. He’d spent the night tumbling around my apartment—he was a little awkward with the suit dangling around his thighs because I wouldn’t let him take it off. In return, I kept the sexy Mrs. Claus dress on and let him rip a hole in the crotch of my fishnets so he could get his hands on me. There’s something to be said for a man wearing a Santa hat while under your skirt, shoving his tongue way up inside until you come to visions of sugarplums and all that, so it was a win-win for us both…
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