“My cabin. My rules.”
Years of celibacy was my way of life. Now Angela’s presence makes things exceptionally….hard.
She was supposed to be my hostage. But Santa must have a sick sense of humor.
I’m addicted to every inch of her…Her sweet scent. Her curvy hips. Those eyes filled with innocence.
I’m afraid nothing will stop me from having all of her.
The problem is I don’t ask. I take. And once I start…There isn’t a single inch of her I won’t devour.