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Her First White Christmas
Copyright © 2011 by Liia Ann White
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Her First White Christmas
Liia Ann White
A 1 Night Stand Holiday Story
DEDICATION
To my parents, who have given me the best life I could have possibly wanted. I’ve enjoyed many white Christmases thanks to you.
Prologue
Remy Sommers leaned back in his seat and smiled at the perky airhostess who brought him the drink he ordered. Taking a sip, he looked around the cabin and noticed a woman sitting across the aisle. She caught his eye and offered him a wink. Usually, he would have made a move, fed her some suave line, and joined her in the bathroom for a quick, mid-air fuck. But he’d grown tired of his playboy ways.
For years, he’d lived alone, spending night after night with different women—sowing his wild oats. Until recently, the lifestyle had suited him perfectly. He could travel, work, and enjoy a social life without worrying about a woman waiting for him at home. However, attending his younger sister, Zalia’s wedding over the past weekend had triggered something inside him.
She’d met her soul mate, Xavier, through an online dating service. Remy had always been suspicious of the whole scene. As Zalia informed him, a lot of successful adults turned to the services because they either didn’t have the time to date or had been out of the game for so long they had no idea how to meet new people.
That was Remy. He’d played the bachelor for so long, he’d forgotten how to go about finding a serious girlfriend. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out the business card Zalia had given him. Madame Evangeline had a knack for bringing people together, apparently. Turning it between his fingers, he eyed the woman across the aisle again, surprised to feel no need to hit on the stunning brunette. Yeah, he’d contact 1Night Stand when he landed in Orlando.
***
Bella Donna threw her handbag across the room, watching its contents spill out on the living room floor. She flopped on the couch, held a pillow over her face, and screamed as loud as she could. Removing the cushion, she found her best friend looking at her with raised brows.
“Tough day at the office?” Sebastian sat next to her.
“Why do I attract assholes, Seb?” she asked. “Am I a sleazebag magnet?”
He pursed his lips and frowned. For years, Sebastian had sat by her side and listened to her bitch and moan about bad dates. If she weren’t so angry, she’d have felt guilty for complaining to him yet again.
“I’m never going on another blind date.”
Sebastian placed a small card in her lap and smiled. “One more. If this fails, we’ll have to hook up.”
She managed a light chuckle at his words. “Just what I need, a pity fuck from my bi best friend. No thanks.”
“It wouldn’t be a pity fuck. It’d be a pity relationship.” He nudged her. “Seriously, go to this site. They’re brilliant. They hooked Gabe up with his new boyfriend.”
“Really?”
She wasn’t exactly skeptical, but Bella Donna had used dating services before and ended up bitterly disappointed. At thirty-five, she was running out of time to receive her happily ever after. Why is it so hard to find a decent man? Even in a big city like Melbourne, they all hid from her.
“What’s so special about this 1Night Stand place?” Flipping the card over, she noted the web address.
“There are no profiles as such. You fill out an online form. Madame Evangeline takes all your information and finds your perfect match. It took three months for her to find Gabe a match, but when she did, he was perfect.”
She thought it over quickly. What did she have to lose? She’d exhausted all other avenues. Random guys in bars were sleazes, mutual friends fell flat, and other online dating services hadn’t helped one bit.
Bouncing off the couch, she grabbed her laptop and visited the website. Sebastian leaned over and watched as she entered the intimate details of her life on the online form.
“Oh, don’t forget to mention that you’ve never orgasmed from sex.”
Bella Donna scowled at him. “I wish I’d never told you that.” She’d never orgasmed from a man’s touch. No matter how aroused a lover got her, they never managed to tip her over the edge—so to speak. In fact, she barely managed to climax through masturbation.
“Hey, that’s what you get for playing truth or dare with a bunch of dudes.” A grin spread over his handsome face. “Now, hurry up and finish. I can’t wait to see who she finds for you.”
Chapter One
Bella Donna leaned forward in her seat and rubbed her neck. Sleeping on a plane was never comfortable, but on a seventeen-hour flight, she’d had no choice but to nap for a while. The ride on the bush plane had been even more uncomfortable. Until she saw the snow-capped mountains that signaled her arrival in Castle, Alaska and all her discomfort disappeared, replaced with awe at the raw beauty.
She couldn’t stop the excitement that built inside her. She’d never seen snow before. And now she’d been flown to Alaska for a white Christmas—her first. Grinning from ear to ear on the way to the Castillo Resort, she probably looked like a tourist, but didn’t care. The surroundings were stunning. Stepping inside the beautiful—and warm—lodge, she pushed her sweater sleeves up. The cheery check-in clerk greeted her.
“I’m Bella Donna Thereaux—”
“Yes, Miss Thereaux.” The receptionist cut her off with a chirpy voice. “Everything is ready for you. You have the day to yourself; Mr. Sommers isn’t arriving until tonight. Here is your key, Paul will show you to your room, and enjoy your stay.”
The woman spoke in the rushed yet professional way of hotel staff everywhere. Bella Donna smiled to herself, amused. She followed the bellhop down several hallways to her room. He carried her suitcase in and left her to her own devices. Closing the door behind her, she stared out the window on the opposite side of the room.
“Holy shit.”
The scene before her was like a postcard. A body of frozen, blue water surrounded by snowy white mountains with a few rocks and trees scattered about. She’d always dreamt of having a white Christmas. Now she would, in the most picturesque setting she could have imagined.
Her phone buzzed, jolting her from her musings. Sebastian. Of course, he rang her.
“You’re like a mother hen,” she answered with a teasing tone.
“You were supposed to call me as soon as you got there, young lady.”
“I just got to my room and am taking a moment to enjoy the view.”
“What’s it like?” He seemed
as excited about her adventure as she was.
“Exactly like the website. Gorgeous. No, that’s an understatement.” Her gaze ran over the scenery again. “It’s like the gods’ own private paradise. It’s perfect.”
Sebastian laughed on the line. “You’re more excited about seeing snow than you are about your date, aren’t you?”
“Well, I haven’t seen him yet. He could be a total douche for all I know.”
“Madame Evangeline took six months to find you the right man, Bell. I bet you he’s perfect.”
“I hope so.” While she didn’t place all her hopes on his being “the one” for her, she wanted him to at least be a nice guy. “He’s not arriving until tonight, so I’ve got the day to myself.”
“Anyway, you’re probably exhausted.” He was right. Drained from the long flight, she wanted nothing more than to lie in a steaming hot bath and relax for a while. “Go and rest up for your date. You’ll be getting no sleep tonight.”
She snickered at his insinuation. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
“See ya, babe.”
She hung up the phone and opened her suitcase to retrieve some clothing. Her ball gown lay on top of her other items. She’d bought the beautiful blue, purple, and black patterned dress for a friend’s wedding a few months before and been delighted to have the opportunity to wear it again at the ball Madame Evangeline had mentioned in her invitation.
Bella Donna hung the dress in the closet by the bathroom and grabbed her toiletry bag, ready for a bath. Wow. Her jaw dropped when she entered. A bathroom as big as her bedroom at home. Floor-to-ceiling marble tiles decorated the room, a huge mirror sat above the basins and granite counter top on the opposite side of the room. She beamed when her eyes lit upon the enormous spa bath that could seat at least five. Yep, I’ll soak in it right now.
***
Remy couldn’t believe he had butterflies. When was the last time I got nervous about meeting a woman? He couldn’t remember. Yet he stood in front of a closed hotel room door with sweaty palms and a racing heartbeat.
Come on, man. Grow some balls.
He sucked in a breath and ignored the nerves as he slipped his key card into the lock. His date had already arrived. Bella Donna. When he first read the unusual name, the image of a busty blonde goddess came to mind. Which amused him, because he’d always preferred brunettes.
Strolling through the living area, he stopped and placed his bag on the floor next to an open suitcase and assessed the room quickly. It didn’t surprise him to find the epitome of luxury. The Castillo chain was well known for not sparing a cent when it came to the comfort of their guests. They used only the best of everything.
A small squeak from behind distracted him. He turned to find a tall, leggy blonde standing outside the bathroom door wearing nothing but a towel. Now, he was very happy he’d caught an earlier flight to Alaska.
A flush spread across the woman’s cheeks, travelling to her chest. He smiled, loving the way her pale skin blushed a light pink. Oh yeah, I have a fun night ahead of me.
“I’m sorry,” he said to the beauty before him, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
His gaze fell on her legs. He couldn’t help it; he’d always been a leg man. And this woman had a great pair, long and toned with creamy, white skin that he wanted to lick from hip to toe.
“I’m Remy.” He closed the distance between them and held out his hand.
She cleared her throat and smiled. “Bella Donna.”
Shaking his hand, she held onto the top of her towel.
“I didn’t expect you until tonight.”
“I managed to catch an earlier flight. And I’m glad I did.”
His gaze traveled up her body again until he caught her gaze. She had deep, chocolate brown eyes he could drown in. He shook his head at his rudeness. Staring at a woman he’d just met no doubt made her feel uncomfortable.
“Sorry, I’ll wait in the living room until you’re ready.”
“It’s okay,” she said with a smirk. “I just need a change of clothes.” Bella Donna squatted in front of her suitcase and rummaged around. “Those long flights are horrible—I had to have a bath to feel human again. If you’d shown up twenty minutes ago, you probably would have run away. I looked like a zombie.”
Remy laughed. Just what he’d been looking for, a woman who shared his typical, dry Aussie sense of humor. “Now, that would have been terrifying.”
She flashed him a quick grin as she stood and disappeared into the bathroom.
“Holy hell,” he mumbled to himself, running his fingers through his cropped hair.
Beautiful. The image he’d had in mind was spot on. Remy crossed the room and eyed the room service tray that sat next to the big fireplace. Along with a bottle of expensive bourbon, a plate of meringue desserts with cream and assorted pastries had been laid out. A bottle of chocolate syrup stood to the side with a note propped against it.
Everything here is vegan, including the body chocolate. Have a fun night.
Madame Evangeline.
Wow. The woman thought of everything. Apparently, Bella Donna was also vegan and…. Wait. Body chocolate? Curious, Remy picked up the squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup and flicked the cap open, tasting the treat quickly. Delicious. He couldn’t wait to pour it all over Bella Donna’s body and lick it off.
“You’re starting without me?” She stood a few inches from him with a sexy pout. “Just don’t finish without me, okay?”
The sultry smile that spread across her full lips had Remy’s cock twitching. “You’ve got quite a naughty mouth, don’t you?”
“Only a naughty mind would interpret the things I say as dirty.”
Yeah, he could expect a fun night. The saucy minx only wore a small skirt and top that had her full breasts almost spilling out of the neckline. Remy held out the bottle of syrup. “Care to try some?”
“Gladly.” Grabbing the bottle, she held Remy’s hand and squirted a little dollop of chocolate onto the tip of his index finger.
His stomach flipped and his heart did a happy little jump. He’d truly met his match in Bella Donna. Every move she made turned him on. When she put his finger in her mouth and sucked, arousal flooded him. His heart rate jumped as she licked the syrup off thoroughly, swirling her tongue around the tip of his digit before removing it from her mouth.
Licking her lips, she moaned quietly and caught his gaze with lust-filled eyes. “Tasty.”
“Oh, I know I’m going to have fun with you,” he said in a voice so husky it sounded alien to his ears.
“That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”
Chapter Two
Bella Donna’s heart raced, pumping endorphins through her veins so fast she couldn’t believe it. Everything about Remy aroused her. Short brown hair, soulful green eyes, and the chiseled features of an Adonis. He stood tall and broad, his presence exuding confidence. Her body cried out for his, her fingers tingling to run through his hair.
The moment she’d slipped his finger into her mouth, wetness had pooled in her core. She imagined doing that with his cock. He’d grip her hair and guide her as she drove him to madness with her lips and tongue.
She felt guilty for complaining to Sebastian that Madame Evangeline took so long to find her a suitable date. Remy was well worth the wait.
“So, where should we start the fun?” His Australian accent held a slight twang of American. That intrigued her. He’d obviously been in the United States for a while. “We can drink and talk or head to the bedroom.”
Her cheeks flushed at his words. Bella Donna wanted nothing more at that moment than to be pinned beneath his body as he pounded into her. But her stomach had other ideas. It growled loudly. She blushed even more when Remy chuckled.
“Food it is.”
How embarrassing.
“I haven’t eaten in about eight hours.”
He stared at her, the skin on his forehead wrinkling slightly when he raised his brows. She had
no idea why, but she’d always found that particular expression sexy. “Eight hours? We definitely have to get some food into you.”
I’d like something else in me right now. Bella Donna snickered at her thought. She’d always been forward when it came to sex, but Remy had her mind on a filth overload.
“Come on, let’s get you a proper meal.”
Shaking her head, she smiled. “I’d rather skip the meal and go straight to dessert.” Remy’s eyes danced with amusement and she realized what she’d said. “I didn’t actually mean for that to be dirty. I’ve always had a sweet tooth—I prefer desserts.”
He laughed lightly and stepped forward until his body almost pressed up against hers. The small of her back tingled in anticipation and her mouth went dry.
“I plan on taking you over and over tonight. You’re going to need all the sustenance you can get.”
The husky tone of his voice had her panties soaked. Remy’s head lowered and his lips came crashing down on hers. Gripping either side of her face, he tilted her head back farther to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Bella Donna couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped from her throat.
His lips and tongue worked on devouring every inch of her mouth while his hands moved from her face to grip her waist. Needing to touch him, she ran her hands up his chest, feeling the contours of defined muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His shoulders were broad and toned, his neck sinewy. She cupped his face, enjoying the feel of slight stubble under her fingertips. She loved a few days’ growth on a man.
Remy broke away and let out a gentle sigh. “Well, that was nice.”
“Nice is an understatement.” Bella Donna licked her lips and took a step back from him.
“Now let’s get you some food.”
He gripped her hand in his and led her from the room.
***
Remy subtly shifted the crotch of his pants as he walked hand in hand with Bella Donna toward the restaurant. His cock had hardened to such an extent that it felt incredibly uncomfortable as he moved; each step had it rubbing against the zipper of his jeans. It took a lot of self-control on his part not to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she screamed his name.
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