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Happy Thursday, Bitchessssss! Happy 4th July to my American readers. Having lived in Texas, the 4th is one of my favorite holidays of the year. I love s'mores, and cookouts, and margaritas. We don't celebrate it here as a country, but I celebrate it with my family. We're delaying this year by a week because I'm travelling.

In fact, by the time you read this, I'll already have voted in our general election, and hopped a flight to England where my beloved author wifey Tracie Delaney is picking me up. We're spending today together. I finally (after like four years of friendship) get to meet her dogs... and her husband! LOL!

This weekend I'm signing at the British Book Bash, and I'm super excited. I'm going to have a few copies of Dropping the Mitts, Snowflakes and Slapshots, and My Brother's Teammates if anyone needs shiny new paperbacks ;)

Anyhoo, I promised chapter two of Snowflakes, and I'm a keeper of my promises...

Chapter 2

Edith

Just call me The Grinchess.

I fucking hate Christmas, and it’s only being made worse by the fact my boyfriend, Apollo, is more annoying than usual today. I can’t tell if it’s his normal holiday spirit, or if he’s dialed up to an eleven for some as yet unknown reason.

Knowing the prince of darkness, it’s just to fuck with me. It’s like his entire purpose in life is to fuck with me.

Or fuck me.

Or both.

As much as I hate Christmas, I love my boyfriend, and he loves the holiday. So as well as saying I’d go to his family Christmas party next week, I also picked him up a Christmas gift. Or two. His ‘real’ gift is an annual subscription to his favorite protein powder company.

Tell me your fiancé’s a jock without telling me your fiancé’s a jock. I thought perhaps he’d grow out of it when we graduated college, but alas, he’s a super successful NHL player and apparently that means he’s still a jock.

And because he’s a bougie fucker, his protein powder is also bougie. But this way, he gets a monthly delivery of protein powder, including special editions and limited flavors that he can add to his shakes and smoothies.

He’s getting bored with their regular flavors available on the shelves, and the last time he was in the store he couldn’t find any at all. It’s a small, local company, and they’ve just started doing subscriptions so I jumped on that fast. It was an easy win. But it’ll get me major girlfriend points.

And since he’s such a goner for Christmas, I picked up a couple other things for him. A hockey playing Santa Christmas tree ornament that’s so unbelievably gaudy I want to smash it to pieces, but Pollo will love it, Grinch pajamas, and matching obnoxious, fluffy Grinch head slippers that he’ll probably never wear but tickled me.

He’s in the kitchen making pancakes for dinner—the regular kind, not the protein kind. But it’s been a while since he’s cussed at an inanimate object, so he might have given up and ordered take out instead.

I’m standing looking out the window of his apartment. Ours. It’s ours, but in my head it’ll probably always be his. Downtown Cedar Rapids is decorated for Christmas, there are pretty lights strung up and wrapped around streetlights, and from our window, you can see the enormous Christmas tree they’ve erected for the outdoor concert some bright spark thought was a good idea to host this week.

I know the running joke is that people in the Midwest wear shorts even when outside it’s minus temperatures and we have fifteen feet of snow, but not this girl. A shiver rolls through me at the thought.

Alisabeth Von Presley is headlining the concert. I’ve seen her outfits and have no idea how the hell she’s going to stay warm while serenading the masses.

They’ve built a temporary stage, there’ll probably be space heaters, hot chocolate stations, and all the usual ways of keeping warm in winter, like, y’know, extra layers of clothing, but I still can’t bring myself to buy a ticket even though our friends are going.

Apollo clears his throat behind me, making the hair on my arms stand to attention. “Enjoying the view?”

Nodding, I relax my shoulders. I have to admit, there’s something soothing about watching the twinkling lights out the window, even if they’re Christmas shapes. “It’s peaceful.”

His hands don’t need to touch me for me to know that he’s close, but when his breath tickles the back of my neck, and his fingers curl around my hips, I can’t fight the innate reaction he brings out in my body. It’s like I’m the lights outside the window, and his touch, his voice, his very presence is the switch to light me up.

“Princesa.” His low hum against the soft skin under my ear makes my nipples pucker against my Raccoons shirt.

By how quickly he’s pulling my yoga pants off, you might think we haven’t had sex in a couple of days, maybe even longer, but this is just how he is. The urgency of his hunger, the way his body demands mine, is standard. We had sex this morning before he went to work, and again when he got home a couple hours ago. And while I’m still convinced his hunger for me will wane at some point, like he’s making up for all the years we were ‘just friends’ before we fell in love, it’s like he’s determined to prove me wrong.

The hard length of his bare cock pressed against my ass makes me moan.

“Right here? Against the window, Pollo?”

He’s already pulling my shirt over my head as he answers. “Right here, on display for anyone passing to see.”

It’s a slight exaggeration. We’re in the penthouse apartment in the building, and we don’t face any other high buildings. For someone to see us, they really have to want it. But the thrill in his words sends a different kind of shiver skating down my spine.

What if someone was watching us right now?

The thought makes me wetter, hotter, makes my chest heave as he pulls his own shirt off and tosses it on the pile of clothing on the floor.

“My sweet exhibitionist.” He drags the head of his cock between my ass cheeks. “Getting all worked up for me, eh Princesa?”

I’m grinding against his cock before I find my voice. There’s no point in denying it. The idea someone might look up and see my tits pressed against the glass as Apollo fucks me relentlessly from behind makes me so wet, so hot I can’t breathe.

He spears me so hard, so fast as his cock slams into me that there’s a squeak of my body against the glass as he slides me up the windowpane.

A low, guttural moan rattles in the back of my throat as he presses my hips down, making sure he’s all-the-way inside me. I tip my head back, resting it on his shoulder as he pounds into me, quick, hard, strategically angled so every time I bounce, his cock hits just the right spot.

I can already tell from the frantic, disjointed thrusts that he’s not going to last long. How the fuck is he this close, this fast, when it’ll be his third orgasm of the day?

“So fucking pretty, Princesa. So beautiful, so exposed for anyone to see.” One of his hands curls around my front, splaying across my stomach before making its way up toward my breasts.

As a dancer, I’m not well endowed in either the ass or the boob department, but that’s never stopped Apollo from worshiping me. His hand squeezes, twists, and pulls at my nipples, sending me higher and higher with each jerk of his hips.

“Don’t make me come alone.” His grunted words aren’t a suggestion, they’re not a plea, they’re a demand. A demand that speaks straight to the very core of my being.

I reach between my legs, and a quick strum on my clit has me falling into the blissful release as Apollo’s dick pulses inside me before he presses me against the window and empties himself into me, too.

“Don’t stop, Edie. Come again. Come hard.” He’s already soft, but he’s not satiated. His fingers replace mine as he circles my clit with a ferocious intensity that makes my head spin and my skin heat.

My body is light, my vision blurry, and when he shoves me off the orgasm cliff for a second time, I’m glad my body is supported on both sides because I’d turn into a puddle on the floor.

Before sliding out of me, he shuffles us toward the coffee table to grab a few Kleenex and hands them to me before putting me on the ground. It’s a small, thoughtful gesture that nestles into my chest. He’s always taking care of me.

As I cram the wad of toilet paper between my legs, he smacks my ass. “I’ll finish dinner. But don’t for a second think I’m done with you tonight, Princesa. I want more.”

Chapter three comes next week, but don't forget, this novella will NOT be available in Kindle Unlimited so preorder Snowflakes and Slapshots now so you don't miss out!

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