Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A New Holiday Story by Cindy Spencer Pape
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First of all, thanks to Three Wicked Writers for having me here today. I’m always happy to stop by whenever I get the chance!
When it comes to the holidays I’m a giant five-year-old. I love the decorations, the carols, the cartoon television specials, and the cookies. And did I mention presents? I love finding just the right gift for just the right person. I LIKE wrapping presents and making them pretty. Of course, I really like getting presents too. Especially well thought-out ones. They don’t have to be big, but they have to be for me. One of my favorites last year was a pair of barrettes—little kiddy ones with black and red skeleton puppies on them. I suspect my husband paid less that five dollars. They make me smile every time I wear them. That is what it’s all about.
So it should come as no big surprise that I also like holiday romances. I sneak them on television this time of year when the dh and the teenage boys aren’t around. White Christmas is still one of my favorite movies: it’s got TWO great romances. Almost every year since I’ve started writing, I’ve done a seasonal story. This year’s comes out today from Ellora’s Cave. I hope you all enjoy my little contribution to the season.
Cindy Spencer Pape
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The company Christmas party goes awry in an erotic way when quiet accountant Shelby Carter is magically whisked into a miniature Victorian village with the boss’s gorgeous son Noel Holiday. Noel has always honored the policy against fraternization, but when he’s trapped for several days with sweet, sexy Shelby, he knows it’s time to start breaking the rules.
While exploring the enchanted surroundings, they delve into their deepest fantasies, even acting out scenes from a collection of erotic Victorian postcards. After all, what’s Christmas without a little magic and a whole lot of sexy fun?
Though Shelby’s crazy about Noel, she’s sure he’ll forget all about her once their interlude is over. But Noel has fallen head over snow boots in love with Shelby. Now he just has to convince her that holiday wishes can come true, and his devotion will last beyond their Yuletide Enchantment.
“What all do you have on under here?” he muttered, grinning up at her. “I don’t even know what some of these things are called.”
“Well, from what I figured out earlier, there are two petticoats, one under the hoopskirt and one over it. There’s stockings and garters. Then the bloomers—which I think were really called drawers.”
“And how does an accountant know so much about Victorian wardrobes?” He pulled off the second boot and tossed it over her shoulder. Gently, he ran his hands up her calves over the heavy black stockings.
Shelby felt her face heat. Squeezing her eyes shut, she admitted, “Romance novels. My secret vice.”
His laugh was sexy, not mocking. “Ah, hidden depths. Well, any and all knowledge might come in handy, I guess.” His fingers slid up under the lacy bottom of the drawers to find the garter tied just above her knee. After a few deft tugs, he released the tie and slowly rolled the stocking down her leg and off her foot.
Her breath caught and her pussy practically ached with longing, but she didn’t say a word to rush him. With deliberate intensity, he treated the other leg to the same lingering touch. When both feet were bare, he slid his hands up along her thighs, a wide grin spreading across his face when he discovered that her drawers weren’t sewn together in the middle.
“Easy-access undies,” he said. “Now that’s the first thing that’s been convenient about this whole outfit.” Warm fingers slid into the gap, finding her core. He brushed against her mound, gently tracing her wet, swollen flesh.
“Lie back,” he whispered. Moving her legs farther apart, he pushed her skirts and petticoats up to her waist. She couldn’t see him now because of the hoops, so she closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of his hands gently parting the fabric of her drawers and his soft groan as his thumb rasped along her outer lips.
“So pretty. A natural redhead.” His voice was low and husky and she could feel his warm breath on her thighs. “And that pussy is so pink and plump and glistening. Is all that cream just for me?” He parted her labia and leaned in to lick at her dripping slit.
“Mmm-hmm.” It was the closest to coherent speech she could manage. There was something unbelievably erotic about having him touch her so intimately when they were both wearing so much clothing.
His busy tongue licked and probed at her entrance before moving up to circle her aching clit. Shelby let out a whimpering little cry and grabbed on to the covers to keep from lifting up off the bed. When he slid two big fingers inside her cunt, she canted her hips toward him, deepening the welcome invasion.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart. I’m going to go off like a rocket once I get inside you.” He pumped gently with his fingers, curling them a little to find a spot up inside her vagina that she hadn’t even known existed.
When the rough pad of his finger massaged it, she couldn’t help calling his name.
“That’s it, Shelby. Let it happen. I want to feel you come all over my hand, all over my face.” While his fingers kept up the steady onslaught, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked.
Shelby stopped breathing for just a second as her body coiled like a giant spring. She’d never gone up this fast or this hard before—in her limited experience, orgasms were something a girl had to work for. Apparently not with Noel. He pumped his hand two more times, sucked harder on her swollen nub, and the world shattered around her.