Beverly’s looking for a fun time to chase away those holiday blues. Going to a Ho Ho Hot Santa contest to drool over a bunch of gorgeous men sounds like the answer to all of her problems. At least temporarily.

Once she sees Jay the hottie and ultimate winner of the Hot Santa contest, she’s more than ready for a good time. He’s ready to show it to her, too.

The instant attraction and connection between them is strong. But he’s young – ten years younger than her. No way could something between them grow serious. Could it?

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Melisa at Euro-Reviews Gave Santa Baby Four Stars!

“A cute and sexy read, Santa Baby joins that older woman/younger man situation and the problems and insecurities that come with the package. Jay might be twenty-three, but he isn’t immature and he goes after what he wants. I think that makes him sexier than ever. This short, fast read will linger with you, like the end of a Christmas season.”

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Mahaira at JERR Gave Santa Baby Four Stars!

“Santa Baby is a light take on an older woman/younger man romance amongst the jovial Christmas jubilations and is sure to guarantee you a few hours of escape.”

Goddess Minx Gave at Literary Nymphs Gave Santa Baby Four Nymphs!

“What a wonderful way to start the Christmas season off by being entertained at a HO HO HO Santa Contest and maybe a hot man for keeps. Since Beverly’s story was mainly told here, one would hope that Megan’s story is coming up next.” — And it was – Megan’s story is my freebie!

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Excerpt

They were standing out on the deck after quickly changing their clothes. Jay flicked a switch and the tub lit up, the water starting to froth and bubble. She stared at it for a moment, the white bubbles multiplying, the sound of the water swishing in the tub. She glanced up to find Jay watching her, his green eyes intense, searching.

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.” He smiled and scratched his bare chest. Gooseflesh covered his skin, and she knew he was cold clad in only navy blue swim trunks.

Of course, so was she, standing in just an oversized T-shirt of Jay’s and her panties. The brisk December air whirled around them on a breeze, making the hot tub very inviting. She wished she was climbing into that tub wearing nothing at all, but it was too cold to even consider.

She could always take it off once she got in.

“Never,” she finally said, dipping her toes into the warm water and kicking it toward him.

Jay didn’t waste any time, stepping right into the tub and settling in. He sat in the far corner, his muscled arms spread wide along the rim of the tub, his head tipped back to stare at the stars twinkling in the sky. The frothy bubbles of water jumped in front of his chest, his golden skin glistening from the water, and her mouth dried at the sight.

He was a sexy, young hunk of man flesh, and she was an idiot for not joining him in that hot tub, pressing herself against him, and running her hands all over that smooth dark skin.

Without hesitation, she climbed in, a little gasp escaping her at the sudden difference in temperature. The hot water surrounded her, cradled her in its swirling warmth, and she settled her back against the smooth surface of the tub, close but not too close to Jay.

Beverly decided it was good for the soul to be a bit of a tease.

“Feels good?”

His deep voice washed over her, making her smile. There were many ways she wanted him to make her feel good, but the hot tub would do for now. “Definitely. I could use one of these every night after being on my feet all day.”

“Stick with me and that could happen.” He winked at her.

Hmm, tempting but totally unbelievable. This was a one night thing, no more, no less. A little Christmas present for herself. She assumed she needed to make that clear.

“Don’t you just want to have a little fun? One night and that’s it? That’s all I’m looking for.” Beverly stretched her leg out, brushing the tips of her toes against his knee. He shifted his knee away from her as sure fingers gripped around her ankle and pulled her across the bench seat closer to him.

“Absolutely.” He watched her with hooded eyes, his face damp from the misty water surrounding them. His expression was bone meltingly sexy.

“Then maybe you should quit talking and start doing something about it.” Her eyebrows rose, her words an unmistakable challenge. She wanted him to take her up on it. Quickly.

He caressed her ankle, his fingers sliding up over her calf, smoothing over her knee. She scooted closer, wanting more, her pussy tingling with anticipation, her gaze riveted on his moving fingers.

Jay didn’t disappoint. His hand drifted across her thigh, stroking the soft, sensitive skin there, and she hissed. His gaze met hers, those green eyes so intense, sparkling in the dim light. She couldn’t look away, didn’t want to, and when his fingers brushed against the front of her panties, she repressed the cry that wanted to come out.

“Am I doing enough about it to your satisfaction, Beverly?”

She shook her head, her nipples beading against the heavy, damp fabric of her borrowed T-shirt. His eyes locked on her chest, and she glanced down to see the unmistakable shadow of her nipples beneath the wet white fabric. She shed the shirt, yanked the offending fabric over her head and tossed it onto the deck. It landed with a loud, wet plop, and she smiled at Jay.

“I want more,” she said, feeling greedy.

He could only stare at her, his gaze now locked on her naked breasts.

She sat up straighter, giving him a peek of her hardened nipples. She even touched one with the tip of her index finger. “Like what you see?”

Jay nodded, his eyes hungry, his sure fingers rubbing against her panty-clad pussy in a slow rhythm. He scooted closer to her on the bench, his body brushing against hers, and she leaned into him.

“I thought I was going to use the subtle approach, but I don’t think you’d appreciate that,” he murmured, his other arm coming around her shoulders.

She shook her head, pressing her fingers against his full lips. “When I see what I want, I don’t waste my time in going after it.”

“I think I like that about you.”

“I certainly hope so.”

He didn’t say anything else, didn’t have to. His mouth descended upon hers, kissing her hungrily, stealing her breath. She opened beneath him, his velvety tongue sweeping into her mouth, his fingers rubbing against her clit. She whimpered against his mouth and spread her legs wider, wanting more.

Always wanting more.

“Touch me,” she whispered against his insistent lips, her breath ragged. “Really touch me. Please.”