“Unwrap Me,” she whispered…

Mmm – I think some men would find these worlds exhilarating. There is something very special about this time of year. The caroling and presents, baking cookies and enjoying special times with friends, the holiday lights and music and… romance. Who doesn’t like a sparkling diamond or a naughty nightie under the tree? How about a man wrapped in nothing but a bow, or in the case of my hot little book, an older woman. This is the first in now what will be little collection about a group of professional older women who also belong to an erotic book club. A bet is dropping lingeremade to find and seduce a younger man. What happens next just might make you believe in Santa Clause. So take a taste of…

UNWRAP ME

Off to the side, Cristal stood with Wendy and watched the festivities. “I see you’re both plotting. That terrifies me,” Cristal chuckled, but damn it if she didn’t crave having a man in her bed pulsing his thick hard cock into her pussy. Whew. The thought along forced a tremor slicing into her wet, hot cunt. Her snazzy collection of vibrators just wasn’t doing it for her any longer. As s single bead of perspiration trickled down the shimmer of her cheek, she could see the mischievous exchange between the two women. Her hand shaking, she took a sip of wine as she was led back into the living room.

Brenda grinned. “More presents to give out. Okay, who’s next?” Clapping her hands, she sashayed toward the Christmas tree. “Number forty-five.”

“That’s me!” A woman stepped forward. Wearing little more than an elf suit, the buxom blond giggled like an imp.

“I’m giving you your Christmas present early this year,” Wendy whispered, pushing Cristal forward into the room. “A little holiday eye candy and hopefully more.” Nodding toward the front door, she purred softly and stepped away. “Merry Christmas lady. You deserve a wild and wooly tryst and he’s the perfect candidate.”

Cristal fought the white hot flash of blatant savage desire as Thorne Mitchell stepped down the single stair from the entrance foyer. Shaking, she heard her heart thumping into her chest in wild ragged pulses. “I…don’t understand. Why is he here?” Thorne, dear God.

“My darling baby brother just moved back into town and without that low life of a girlfriend he cavorted with for too many years, thank God,” Wendy purred and licked her lips. “What, I forgot to tell you that? Shame on me.” Barely able to contain her giddiness, she waved to Thorne, drawing his attention.

“No! No…don’t call him over here!” Cristal hissed, stealing a glance down at her sexy santa 5dress. The memories flooded her mind of the boy…the man…the stud that… Pressing the back of her hand over her mouth, she thought for sure she was going to pass out.

“Stop it! All he’s done since he rode back into town was ask about you!” Wendy chortled.

A harried squee dragged Cristal’s attention away from the slice of pure vanilla chocolate hunk.

“Oh my God!  Look at the candle and the bubble bath. My hubby is going to be happy tonight!” As the excited blond showed off her gift, the grunts and moans of the crowd filtered into the dense air.

“Me, really? I mean…it’s been what, six years?” Cristal watched him place the shimmering foil package under the tree, nod to Brenda and saunter their way. And he only had eyes for her. Dear fucking God, she was going to faint. The stunning six foot four inch blond man took sexy and gorgeous to an entirely dangerous level. Licking her lips, she nonchalantly gazed down the length of his carved body. No man ever filled out a pair of tight black jeans like Thorne. A blazing scarlet silk shirt hugged his chiseled pecs and he looked good enough to be a calendar cover for Chippendales. The years of maturity had turned him into one delicious treat for the eyes.

“Five, but who’s counting and I think he’s a very happy man seeing you.” Bubbling with giggles, Wendy wiggled her finger, pointing discretely to the thick bulge between his legs.

“Wendy!” Cristal chastised but holy fuck, the man was hard and horny. Was it really because of her?  She remembered the lanky boy had grown into a stunning man right before her eyes and intense desire burned within both of them for years to the point he eventually surprised her with a passionate kiss. The memory sweet, she licked her lips envisioning the sticky summer day, the large oak tree and his hard body pinning her to it. While she wanted nothing more than to make love with him that day, she’d been trying to rekindle a dying marriage. The guilt continued to ride her even through Cory’s copious affairs.

“Hi ya, baby brother.” Rising onto her tiptoes, Wendy kissed his cheek.

“His ya, sis.” Turning his gaze, he blazed a long slow trail down the length of Cristal. “Whew! Damn, you look hot.” Thorne grinned. Taking Cristal’s hand, he brushed his lips across her palm and darted a series of licks up and down her fingers. “Mmm…I’ve missed you.”

Did he just lick me? A screaming echo pulsed in her ears as jagged shimmers of fuchsia and tangerine stars floated in front of her eyes. “Thorne.” Her voice barely audible, sensations rushed through her body that she’d never felt before. Her pussy clenched as a trickle of honey slid into her panties. “I didn’t know you were back from California.”

“Seems like someone kept my arrival a secret,” Thorne gave Wendy an evil grin.

“Number forty six!” Brenda called. “Now don’t forget, you can snag another gift if sexy on sheetsyou don’t like what you get.”

“I’m glad…to…um…see you.” Damn it girl! You aren’t in high school. He’s just a man. Cristal smiled. Thinking he was just a man was a woefully ridiculous statement. He was the man of her fantasies every single night of the week. Thorne was sixteen years her junior and for some reason it always bothered her. While she’d never told anyone of her brazen hunger officially, Wendy knew stone cold Cristal had the hots for her brother. She’d followed his career in the magazines, even cutting out her favorite pictures. An aspiring model and actor, his savvy business sense afforded him all the perks and toys a man might crave. And as he undressed her with his eyes, she knew he wanted her naked, lying on silk sheets.

“All right Bart, your turn!” Brenda waved to Thorne.

“I can’t wait to see what you have for a famished male.” His voice gravely, Bart whistled into the crowd as he grabbed the elf figurine coated bag.

“Would you consider having a drink with me?” Thorne asked. “Maybe we could go somewhere quiet.”

“I’d…I’d love to,” Cristal breathed, feeling her confidence building. She glanced at the group crowded around the tree and grimaced. Her foil bag had been pushed right to the front.

“Lordy, how did you know?” Bart’s booming laughter filtered throughout the room as he held up a baby pink women’s tee shirt. Covered with sequins, the material shimmered in the festive lighting.

SYNOPSIS

Cristal Collier was hungry for a man, but her cheating ex husband had left her for a blond twenty-something vixen and her self-esteem was shot. Her friends were tired of putting up with her hiding in the dark confines of her home and were determined to UnwrapMe_Cover-smallignite a fire. During a sinful Christmas party, a naughty rouse was put to the test and her best friend Wendy knew exactly how to jump start Cristal’s love life, or at least garner her a wicked tryst. She knew her brother was Cristal’s secret fantasy and one she refused to explore. During the sinful white elephant gift exchange, the cards were stacked.

Thorne Mitchell was sixteen years her junior and had a serious crush on the stunning copper haired beauty. After a shared kiss years before, she had pushed him out of her life and he had fled the state. Now, he was bound and determined not only to seduce her, but also win her heart. After engaging in a shameless round of sex including a moment in front of their friends, she refused to see him again. Planning a scintillating game of his own, he pulled out every stop, but Cristal couldn’t take the heat. As an early snowfall blanketed the twinkling lights of Baltimore, he finally gave up, going home to soothe his soul. He knew Santa Claus wasn’t coming to his house that year. Would he ever be able to unwrap the precious gift again?

What do you think ladies? Could you handle a present like Thorne?  Mmm…

Kisses and spanks

Cassandre

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About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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