Let It Snow... by Jennifer LaBrecque, Leslie Kelly

masculine heat.
    “You’ll unman me.”
    “That’s the plan,” she mumbled as she stroked and sucked.
    His whole body seemed to grow harder, his muscles flexing, straining, a sheen of sweat highlighting every perfect ridge and slope. He was panting now, striving toward his climax, and she kept pace, stroking harder, sucking deeper.
    “Claire!” he cried out, and tried to push her back.
    She wasn’t having that. The chocolate and the sweat and the cum and the heat were utterly intoxicating. She was greedy for all of it. So she held tight, her fingers digging into his hips as she forced him to plunge harder into her mouth, driving toward her throat. Until at last a guttural cry signaled his orgasm.
    He came in a hot gush and she swallowed greedily, shocked and fascinated at how much she enjoyed this, when she never had before. Something about this big, strong man being made vulnerable because of her, receiving his ultimate pleasure and spewing all that power into her mouth, made her feel strong, confident and surprisingly feminine.
    They’d offered each other pleasure, but they’d also given and exchanged sexual power. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. And as Philip drew her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him for a deep, tender kiss, she began to suspect that it wasn’t the act itself that had been so erotic and blissful...it had been that act with this perfect, incredible man.
    * * *
    I T WAS VERY LATE by the time Philip returned to his apartment. After that intense oral pleasure, he and Claire had thoroughly scrubbed the kitchen, then gone back to her apartment down the hall. He’d been incredibly tempted by her offer of a hot, steamy shower together, but once she’d searched her place and realized she had no sexual protection, he’d kissed her good-night and taken his leave. If they’d gotten naked again, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from possessing her. And he suspected she wouldn’t have wanted him to.
    A trip to the nearest store was first thing on his list for morning.
    “Well, how was it?” a voice asked as he reached his door.
    He glanced over his shoulder and saw both his compatriots, peeking at him from across the hall. Teeny was so much taller, his gleaming round eyes were a good foot above Shelby’s.
    “We had a...very nice evening,” Philip said, hearing the satisfaction in his own voice. He didn’t elaborate. What he and Claire had shared was nobody else’s business but their own.
    “Is it settled, then? Is she the one?” asked Shelby.
    Philip didn’t even have to think about it. “She is most definitely the one.” Whatever feelings he’d had for Claire before paled in comparison to what he felt for her now. Having spent so many hours in her company—some just walking and talking, some being more intimate than any he’d ever spent in his life—he knew he was falling in love with her.
    “When is the wedding?” Teeny asked, his expression as close to happy as it ever got.
    Philip laughed softly. “I haven’t even proposed to her yet.”
    “Well, why not?” Shelby let out an annoyed sigh. “You know she is the one, so tell her who we are, and we can get out of here.”
    “I have to court her.”
    Shelby blew out a rude sound. “Just give her some diamonds. That’ll convince her.”
    “Have you forgotten that the entire reason we came here was so I could make sure my future bride loves me for myself, not for what I can bestow upon her?”
    His cousin suddenly snapped his fingers. “That reminds me! You will never believe what Teeny and I watched on that television device tonight! It was your story!”
    Teeny piped up. “It was quite remarkable, Your Highness, as if some performers had decided to act out your life.”
    Curious, Philip waited for an explanation.
    “It was a film,” Shelby explained, nodding his head and sounding knowledgeable—as if he knew all there was to know about this world already. “A