Santa Baby by the Sea by Traci Hall

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One page excerpt Santa Baby by Traci Hall As if she felt the pull of his stare from across the street, she looked up from her plastic cup of beer toward him. Smoky shadow made the teal of her eyes pop an electric blue, and the glossy red of her full lips made him hunger to taste. He leaned into the back of a yellow Adirondack chair, shaken to his core. Dillon was no stranger to lust. Or want. But this craving, this desire, amped up need a hundred degrees. Someone so smokin’ hot had to be taken. She stood with a group of friends—no male attached to her side. Dillon imagined throwing her over his shoulder and running back to the hotel with her. Davey could sleep in the truck. He called dibs on his fantasy chick. This shit didn’t happen in real life—right? She slowly ran the tip of her finger around the rim of the plastic cup and his groin stiffened at the blatant come on. His dick pressed against his jeans and he shifted, hiding his arousal by stepping behind the chair. Sipping from her cup, she flicked her tongue to the edge. He pictured what else she might do and drained his beer. She did the same, and then tossed the cup into a trashcan. He crushed his cup, never taking his eyes off of her. She stepped toward him, away from the ladies she was with. Dillon liked the thrill of pushing the envelope, of teetering on the edge and then choosing to jump. The rush of free-falling. Danger. This woman had literally stepped out of his fantasies and was here, now, heading toward him with a sway of slender hips.

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