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“Let me introduce you to...Mistletoe Mary!” Desiree pulled a red sheet off another prop.
Shouts and catcalls from crowd filled the air.
“Oh, wow.” She had no words.
A sex doll was handcuffed spread eagle to a stand. The doll had long, black hair, open, red lips, a body that most women would envy, and she was naked—completely—and it looked like there was a hole...“I think she’s anatomically correct.”
Adrian burst out laughing.
“Dang. I said that out loud?” She cringed as she cast a glance at him, making him laugh harder.
“Yes, you did but I’ll have to take your word for Mary’s correctness because I’ve never met her. I prefer my partners living.” His eyes took a quick trip down her frame, leaving heat in their wake.
“Let’s see who goes first.” Desiree reached into a red, Santa bag, pulling out a chip. She held it up. “Green! Green goes first.”
“And my night keeps getting better and better,” she mumbled.
“At least it’ll be over soon.”
“Not soon enough.”
“Both of you, come here.” Desiree removed another sheet, uncovering a cart filled with twelve glasses each containing a liquid of a different color.
Adrian waved his hand. “Ladies first.”
“Chicken,” she muttered, his smile making her want to grin as she walked across the stage.
“Stop right there.” Desiree pointed at the white line of tape on the floor.
Ellie and Adrian stopped.
Desiree rolled the cart until it was directly to Adrian’s right. “I’m sure everyone knows that people kiss under the mistletoe, but the tradition began with a girl standing under the mistletoe. The boys would line up for a kiss, but kisses were limited to the number of berries. They’d wait in line. When they got to the girl, if there was still a berry on the plant, they’d pick it and then kiss her. As soon as the berries were gone, so were the kisses.” Desiree paused. “The Mistletoe Game is based on this but”—she stressed the word—“it’s been modified in La Petite Mort Club style.”
The crowd cheered.
“Adrian, dip the berry into the green glass and then throw it at Mistletoe Mary but be careful where you hit her. Wherever that berry lands is where you get to kiss Ellie and you only get as many kisses as berries.”
“Kiss the doll,” yelled Marc. “She’ll be more fun.”
Ellie flipped him the bird because she couldn’t pull her eyes from that naked doll. If he hit her breast or...lower...Oh God, she couldn’t do this.
“This is getting interesting,” said Adrian.
“That isn’t the word I’d use,” she almost hissed. as she pulled her eyes away from the naked doll. She wanted to slap that sexy smirk off his face but that’d be childish so instead, she grabbed his arm. “Aim for her mouth.”
“Her mouth ?” He frowned down at her. “Why would I do that?”
“A kiss. You wanted six kisses.”
“And I’m going to get them.” His smile was beyond wicked. “All six kisses...wherever I want on your body.”
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