CHRISTMAS WITH MR. WRONG . . .

“So you wanted me to be your Mr. Wrong,” he said. “To break your not-quite-two-year dry spell with some hot sex.” He arched his brow. “Were there any particulars? Special requests? Kinks?”

She sighed. “Do you have to be crude?”

“Oh, baby, if you think that’s crude, then we’re going to be in trouble when we get down to the doing.”

“I’m not doing! Not with you!” She covered her face. “I’m over it.”

He put a hand on either side of her hips. “But you wanted to. With me.”

“Could you shut up now?” she begged. “Please?”

“I’ve got a better idea.” His mouth nuzzled at her jaw and she attempted not to melt. “How about I keep my mouth busy with other things?”