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into my aching channel, giving me something to hold on to.
    I bury my fingers in his hair, keeping him pressed close to
me.
    Rick swirls his tongue over my clit then encloses the
swollen bundle of nerves with his lips. He caresses it with tiny sucks
intermixed with the brush of his tongue until a gentle wave of relief washes
over me.
    He cleans the juice pouring from me with tiny laps that
soothe my tired, replete pussy then rubs my belly, my thighs and my ass until I
drift off into a satisfied daze, halfway to slumber.
    I indulge in ten or fifteen minutes of snuggling, a glorious
treat, before he climbs from the bed, heading toward the shower with a
reluctant sigh. I’m a coward. I keep my eyes closed, my breathing shallow until
the door shuts and the splash of water ensures his preoccupation.
    If I don’t escape now I won’t have the strength to do what I
know is necessary. I dress as quickly as my slack muscles can manage then draw
a scrap paper from my purse. A flier for the Kinkmas pageant. Fitting.
    I scribble my note inside then fold it in half, taking time
to write his name as elegantly as possible on the outside of the red, tented
paper. At the last second, impulse spurs me to enfold the cursive in a bold
heart, as though I were still in junior high school.
    I drop my pen into my bag not a moment too soon. The water
shuts off. I slip on my heels, fluff my hair then withdraw from his house.
    When I cross the sidewalk in front of his living room, I
can’t prevent myself from pausing to admire the lit tree in the window. Rick
appears beside it, a towel slung low on his hips, my note in his hand. The
disappointment etched between his drawn brows eases as he glances at the single
line I jotted for him. The best present I could think of.
    His sad smile expands when he raises his gaze to mine.
    “Merry Christmas, Sarah .” Rick mouths then blows me a
kiss.
    I hold my palm up, pressing it to the glass. He aligns his
hand with mine.
    We touch, through the window.
    I smile and walk away.

About the Author
     
    Jayne Rylon’s stories usually begin as a daydream in an
endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her
straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her
husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can
escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her
beloved Sky and, of course, read.
    Jayne is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA),
the Central Ohio Fiction Writers (COFW), International Heat and Passionate Ink.
     
     
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