Excerpt from: Holly In His Heart

Case...her lover, her man, her ex-fiancé...was back for her on the day she loved more than any other, Christmas Eve!
Tearing across the office she jumped into his arms forcing him to catch her as they slammed against the wall knocking her autographed picture of Santa Clause to the floor with a sold thud.
She kissed Case’s Virginia winter-cold cheeks. She nibbled his warm, seductive lips she missed so much and inhaled his scent of pine and wind and flyboy essence. Except she hated flyboy essence since flying is what took him away from her. But now he was here! “It really is you?” she muttered as her mouth skimmed his neck and ears. “You returned just like I knew you would, though I thought it’d be a little sooner about it.”
“I sort of--”
“Who cares.” Her mouth took his again while tugging his jacket back over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“Sex,” she muttered into his mouth. “Right now. Oh, lord, yes. I can’t wait another minute. Take me...or I’ll take you as long as someone takes someone right now.”
“Huh?”
“S-E-X...Sex! Put A into B...me being B.” She kissed his chin, his stubble against her lips so male, so pure heaven, so missed. “It’s been over two years and that’s some dry spell.” She tossed her green elf hat into the air then skipped behind him and pulled his jacket completely off.
“But... Maybe we should--”
Her tongue caught his, making the rest of the words mumbled but she knew what he was going to say. They couldn’t do it out in the main office giving all the town square complete with twenty-foot tree, blinking lights, holiday visitors and ten dancing reindeer a front row seat to the hottest sex on earth. With Case it was always that way and be double that tonight considering how long she’d been without satisfaction. She backed him around the corner to the file room while undoing his belt.
“Holly?”
“Yes?” she panted as she unzipped his fly, her insides melting as she scooped his erection...oh my God, it really was an erection! Heated shaft! Fabulous love machine!...in her palm this minute. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Meeeerry Christmas to me.” She grinned up at Case and winked. “And you, too.”
“Oh, babe.” His eyes weren’t focusing. “I must be dreaming.”
“This is no dream. I’ve had ‘em and this is one heck of a lot better.” His erection pulsed against her fingers getting bigger, harder, more delicious than she remembered. She was so tired of remembering. She needed the real deal and here it was ready for action. Action was such a great word! She kicked off her boots.
“I need to tell you--”
“It can wait to hear it because I’ve been waiting for you and this a lot longer.” Hating to let go, she pulled her red velvet top over her head. “In fact, I’ve waited two years, two months and fifteen days. But I knew you’d be back and here you are on Christmas Eve night, a little present all for me. And you are some present.” She slid out of her red velvet slacks and stood in red lacy bra, panties and matching white fur-trimmed garter belt with fishnets. “And here I am, a little something all for you.”
“How’d you know I’d be here and to dress like every man’s Christmas fantasy? I didn’t even know I’d be here tonight and— Or, do you always dress like this?“
“Honey, this is just for you, except during the summer I ditched the garter belt and fishnets, too darn hot, and do black lace not Santa attire. I knew you’d come sometime and I wanted to be ready. Then here you are right on time for a private Christmas viewing.”
He gulped and she loved that she had that affect on him. “That is some view.”
“Low carbs and twenty minutes on the treadmill every day.” She twitched her hips, licked her lips and pulled a condom from her bra, waving it in the air. “I’m ready, more than ready. So come and get me, big boy, it’s Christmastime in Christmastown!”
His eyes darkened and he raked his fingers through his hair mussing it and now looking as if he’d already made her Christmas wish a reality. “You’re more than I can resist.” He scooped her into his arms and she yelped and giggled. His strong back muscles rippled under his blue wool sweater reminding her just how physically powerful he was and not just in the sack. His chest was still broad and firm. Thank heavens he didn’t let himself go to pot! He sat her on a file cabinet. H to S property assessments would never be quite the same again. Forget Hurley to Stevenson, from now on she’d always think Horny to Satisfied...very, very satisfied. She couldn’t wait!
Her bare legs parted letting Case step between, the roughness of his jeans rubbing the inside of her bare thighs another reminder of his maleness. Then the tip of his erection touched her strap of red panties and a jolt of familiar white heat sliced right through her in anticipation. She tore open the blue foil package. “You’re mine, Case, all mine. Finally,” she said, her voice shaky. Then she slid on the protection, reveling in his strained condition.
“You are incredible,” he growled as he cupped her derriere with one hand, the intimate touch making her stomach flip. He pushed the panties aside and entered her in one long stroke that drove the air right out of her lungs. The air sizzled and that the office circuit breaker didn’t explode was a miracle.
“I missed you, Case. I missed you so darn much.”
And then he was in her, completely, assuring her that waiting for Case McGill and only him was worth every second as she climaxed in a blinding long, long, long overdo orgasm. “Case! Case, oh. Holy crap! Case!” He pumped into her again and again reaching his own release, heat radiating from is body, beads of sweat popping over his upper lip.
“Dang!” he gasped, holding her tight, his cheek to hers. “Oh, sweetheart, you give a whole new meaning to holiday cheer.”
“And oh what fun it is to ride! That works pretty good too.” Her forehead sagged onto his shoulder, her breathing erratic her bones like rubber bands. “I wanted to enjoy us together a little longer than ten minutes but once I saw you standing in the doorway it knew I’d never make ten whole minutes--”
“Hello,” came a voice from the front office. Chills danced up her spine killing anything that resembled enjoy deader than a Christmas goose.