Available 12/17/10

So a demon walks into a bar…No, seriously. Peter is a wealthy, philanthropic mystery man who loves children and just happens to confess, while in a state of drunkenness, that he is in fact, a demon. A Christmas demon no less.  Of course, he also happens to confess his burning desire for Lacey and challenges her to return to him if she thinks she can handle it. Who could say no to that? Especially when the man issuing the challenge has chocolate brown eyes, broad shoulders, and a huge heart.

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She walked with him to the front door but when he tried to pull her inside, she resisted. "I think you really need to rest now, Peter. We can talk some more later, when you've slept it off." He frowned at her for a moment, then sighed and shook his head.

"Shit," he breathed quietly. "I shouldn't have... I'm sorry... but since I've already messed things up..." The dark chocolate eyes met and held hers before he leaned in for a warm, drugging, malt-tinged kiss.

"What was that for?" she asked breathlessly. His smile was rather self-satisfied.

"Mistletoe. See?" He pointed above their heads, and when she looked up he stole another kiss.

"Liar. There is no mistletoe." The heat of his gaze searching her face and lightly touching her body had made her completely forget about the crazy things he'd said.

"I know. I am a liar, but I've wanted to kiss you for so long I didn't want to miss my chance." He'd wanted to kiss her? Dark, handsome Peter Deidrichs had wanted to kiss her for a long time?

"What took you so long?" she asked with a smile. He stroked a thumb over her cheek.

"You, Lacey, are far too bright a light for... someone like me. You deserve someone with a joyful and generous heart. I don't have that." Then a lick of flame lit his eyes and he leaned his mouth closer, speaking almost against her lips. "But I do have passion. I could give you all the passion you would ever want, if you'd let me."

She leaned that breath closer that allowed their lips to meet, and he proved his statement. He dragged her tight against him as his tongue caressed her mouth with slow, deep strokes. His hands kneaded her muscles where they held her, as if he couldn't keep them still. When she gave a moan and began to return his kiss with equal passion he stopped trying to be any kind of gentleman. His firm touch roved her back and hips and buttocks, and she returned the favor. Mercy, the man felt good, so large and hard. And that wasn't just his broad shoulders.

Her hips were pressing toward him of their own accord as he began to fondle one of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth. With an answering, “Mmm,” he pushed her backwards until her legs hit the railing around the porch. He lifted her onto it and trailed a hand down until it circled between her spread thighs. He seemed to know exactly where her clit was and gave it his full attention though he was still kissing her deeply and firmly squeezing her breast.

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