Secret Santa Sir
by Katherine Kingston
Genre: Erotic Contemporary BDSM Romance, MF, Christmas
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
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When Maggie gets a note from a very unofficial Secret Santa during the office’s holiday gift exchange, she’s surprised to be tempted by it. This Secret Santa offers to help fulfill her wilder sexual fantasies, those fantasies she’s never admitted to anyone else. Normally the very professional, uptight Maggie wouldn’t consider doing anything so risky. She wants a husband and family, but she also has kinky sexual fantasies and no man has ever moved her.
Maggie agrees to Santa’s proposal, and her first few anonymous encounters with him are a revelation, showing her levels of sensuality she’s never experienced before. But when she meets the man behind the gifts and the glorious kisses, her life gets seriously complicated.
As Maggie begins to fall in love with him, she faces two choices—longing for husband and family, and continuing a relationship that fulfills her in ways she never believed possible.
R Excerpt Ahead…
(steamy without explicit language)
Day Zero—Tuesday, Dec. 12
Maggie Marino studied the two small packages she’d found on her desk when she got to work that morning. Their presence didn’t entirely surprise her since it was the twelfth of December and the first day of the office Secret Santa exchange. The fact that there were two items did. No way these were from the same person, so apparently she had two Secret Santas? She only had one person to be Secret Santa for, so that didn’t make sense. On the other hand, the giver of the second gift might have been a volunteer.
The stuffed kitten in the glossy red bag wore a tiny Santa hat and the placid self-congratulatory smile of the terminally cute. The small card that accompanied it proclaimed its origin with her Secret Santa.
Maggie set the kitten on the shelf over her desk and considered the other gift, which had come in a small, plain black box.
She reached in, unfolded the note that accompanied it and read it for the third time in the twenty minutes since she’d entered her cubicle and found it.
I saw the magazine you had hidden in your purse, and it confirmed what I already suspected about you. Yet I also suspect that you’re too inhibited to do anything about it. Are you ready to try stepping out of that ultra-proper, straitlaced persona you wear as gracefully as your expensive clothes, and give your wild side a little freedom?
This is an offer to help you discover the possibilities of your wilder fantasies. You’re not obliged to accept it, and even if you do, you can call a halt at any time. This is for fun and games. I promise you won’t get hurt any more than you actually want.
If you’re interested in doing this, put on the ring and wear it for the rest of the day. You’ll get additional instructions.
If you have questions or concerns, write them down and put the paper in the box. Leave the box on a corner of your desk with a paper clip sitting on it.
Live a little. Have an adventure. No promises, no commitments, no harm to anyone, no names, even, if you don’t want. But I’ll tell you this much. I’m male, single, responsible, law-abiding, gainfully employed, over twenty one and under forty, and I find you attractive and intriguing. That’s all you should need to know about me.
Should you decide not to wear the ring, you’ll hear nothing more from me.
Your Adventurous Secret Admirer
Maggie knew the magazine he referred to. It had stories that sparked her secret fantasies, the very secret fantasies she’d never admitted to another soul. She hadn’t meant to leave it in her purse, but had slipped it in there at one point and forgotten it until later. Though she racked her brain, she didn’t remember opening the purse where anyone would see it.
Someone had noticed it, obviously. Maggie set down the paper and dug in the tissue stuffing of the box for the ring itself. It was a pretty but not very expensive piece. Made of four or five thin strands of shiny, silvery metal twisted together, the only ornamentation was a raised bar, like a thicker strand, that ran across the top. It bore no engraving or other decoration. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t her usual style of jewelry either. Still, when she slid it onto her finger to try it on, it fit perfectly.
She yanked it off again and put it back in the box. She wasn’t that crazy or that desperate. She put it in a drawer and turned to the computer to check her email.
It wasn’t as easy to put the ring—and the offer behind it—out of her mind. Even as she gathered her notes to put together sales copy for the new fittings, her thoughts slid away to speculate on who might have left the ring. It had to be someone who worked here at Morrison Avionics. There weren’t that many men in the office who fit the description of single, male and under forty. Her boss, the marketing director, was male and divorced, but she doubted he was under forty. Jerry, one of the inside sales guys was single, but he was barely twenty five. Too young for her, surely. Or was he…? He was cute and attractive…in an immature sort of way. If it was him, it might be worth pursuing… This didn’t seem like his style, though.
One of the guys from the manufacturing floor? Evan Barsky was single and in his early thirties. Hmmm… She could get interested in him, though he seemed a bit on the rough side. And one of the cutters was single, but she couldn’t even remember his name. Who else?
No one… Except Sean, their main IT guy. Oh please, not Sean. Any other man in the office she could cope with, but not Sean—even though he had starred in some of her favorite fantasies.
Sean shattered all stereotypes of the geeky IT person. In his early thirties, tall, blond and handsome in a craggy way, he wore a serious, almost stern expression most of the time, except when he was frowning and growling at someone for doing something stupid. Then his cool, light blue eyes could go very cold and his lips thinned into a mean slash that chiseled his striking cheekbones into even starker lines. She’d been on the receiving end of that glare several times, and it always left her with a firm resolve not to repeat whatever mistake had evoked it.
And yet… Those fantasies… Her fingers stilled on the keyboard as one of them filled her mind.
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