Dirty Christmas
Before she could think, his lips crashed onto hers—firm, demanding, his tongue pushing past her parted lips to claim her mouth.
Clara gasped into the kiss, her hands fisting his shirt. It was her first real kiss, and it ignited something wild inside her. She kissed back tentatively, then hungrily, tasting the whiskey on his breath. Fred groaned, pressing his body against hers, his hard cock straining against his pants and poking her belly.