Christmas Heat Miser Novels & Stories

“You’re not alone, but so far she hasn’t acted like the almighty bitch she was in the beginning.” Aspen smiled but didn’t say anything. She sighed audibly, and Axl gave her a look. “It’s my first Christmas without my sisters.” He gripped her hand tightly. The warmth of his palm steadied her more than the coffee ever could. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll be fine. What time do we need to be at Merit’s house?” “Ten-ish. We both know she can’t cook, and I’m not starving on Christmas Day,” he said.

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

She turned her sharp, clouded eyes to Miller, who was staring at the frail elder in absolute, terrified awe from his workstation. Veda pointed a knobby, trembling finger directly at his high-tech computer console. "Take that thing-a-ma-jig," Veda commanded, her raspy voice dead serious, "and blast that room with enough heat that it’ll take three days for those walls to cool down enough to even touch." Miller blinked, his jaw slack, before he frantically nodded and started typing on his keyboard. "Yes, ma'am. Surface of the sun, coming right up." Behind them, the heavy exhaust fans roared to life, and the muffled, deep thrum of the industrial heaters kicking into maximum overdrive vibrated th

She got out of the house in a few minutes and saw Sebastian’s car waiting in front of her compound. When he saw she was out, he stepped out of the car. His eyes fell on her and his jaw slacked all of a sudden. Her loosely flown hair breezed in the air as she ran towards him, her smile was like that of the sun rising on a new garden. His eyes moved all over her body as she hurriedly closed the gap between them. She got to where he stood and threw her hands around his neck. He lifted her almost immediately and twirled her in the air. The charming scent of her perfume filled his nostril as he swiveled her, he could recall that scent, he remembered it was the perfume he got for her on Christmas

"The west wing still has power, Kieran. There's a fireplace in my suite. It's the only warm room left in the house." She saw the flash of recognition in Kieran's eyes-the memory of skin on skin that neither of them had ever truly buried. Mila looked between them, a flicker of feminine intuition sparking in her gaze. "We shouldn't intrude, Elise." "Nonsense," Elise purred, her eyes locked on Kieran. "It's Christmas. And Kieran knows how much I hate being cold alone."

Logic and shame dissolved like sugar in heat. He broke the kiss, eyes burning into mine. “I want to see you, Miss Anderson,” he whispered, voice so low it vibrated in my bones. “I want to see all of that beautiful pussy of yours in daylight.”

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

Mishka turned on the lights of her room and was startled to find Christian sitting at the foot of the bed with a bottle of Legacy by Angostura, the world’s most expensive rum. Mishka knitted her eyebrows, taking a step forward in his direction. “Chris?” She muttered in a low voice, and Christian glanced up at her in his drowsy state and with a broad smile. “Oh, you came back! Come sit here. I was expecting you.” Christian said in a sluggish voice, patting beside him in the empty space.

he grumbled, delivering a firm, pussy soaking smack to her ass. “Ooooh. Merry Christmas to me,” she moaned with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Martins -to-be. Now make that pussy talk to me nicely.” She had no problem doing that at all; that was her specialty.