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Four Seasons: Winter 2009
by Selena Kitt

Category: Erotica
Description: If the spirit and magic of the winter season wasn't enough to keep you warm as the weather turns cold, you can count on the erotica in this spicy anthology to do the trick! So let it snow, and curl up with your favorite eXcessica authors and this sexy, seasonal anthology, bringing you the best of all things winter! Stories included from: Sommer Marsden, Kiki Howell, Mallory Path, Phillip Sweeny, Paul McDermott, J.M. Snyder, Alessia Brio and Will Belegon, Giselle Renarde, Rachelle Le Monnier, Saskia Walker and Selena Kitt.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2009


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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [308 KB]
Words: 60303
Reading time: 172-241 min.

He was just sitting down to a ham sandwich and Jeopardy! when he heard insistent banging on his door. Before he could answer, the doorbell added to the cacophony. Eric threw open the door to a smudged and dirty Jennifer.

"Come quick! I'm sorry to bother you," she wheezed. "But I think I'm burning my house down."

She took off across the yard with Eric right on her heels. Inside, the smoke was thick and the house reeked. A continuous black cloud billowed from the fireplace.

"I don't know what happened. I built a fire. My father wrote directions down before I moved in. It was fine for the first few seconds and then the house started filling with smoke."

A black ash stain had appeared on the cream-colored wall above the mantel. Even with the windows open, you could barely see through the fog of smoke.

"Do you have tongs? A fireplace mitt?"

She looked at him as if he'd started talking in Italian, her eyes wide and scared like an animal who's been cornered.

Eric ran into the kitchen. He grabbed a barbecue fork from the utensil rack. He remembered seeing it during their morning coffee klatch.

He sank down in front of the fireplace, holding his breath. Blindly, he poked around near the top of the fire until he found the lever that operated the flue. Working quickly, since the wooden handle was already getting hot, he pushed against the lever until he heard the tell-tale squeal. The flue opened and the smoke started to rise into the chimney. The insistent cloud of black smoke had stopped.

"Didn't have the flue open," he said with a smile. "First-timers mistake, no big deal."

He took in her soot-stained face and grinned. He could only imagine what he looked like.

Her eyes welled, and then the tears started to flow in earnest. Eric jumped to his feet and pulled her to him, the smoke adding a surreal feel to the scene. He felt helpless at her emotional reaction.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because! Because I'm trying to do all this on my own and I'm failing miserably. I can't pound a stake into the ground. I assault friendly neighbor men with my Christmas tree. I grope you like a common trollop and I nearly burned down my own house. Now the house stinks, and tomorrow's Christmas Eve, and I have a black wall, an undecorated tree, and my daughter's going to think I suck." She sniffled, wiped her nose on the arm of her filthy t shirt and laughed. "And now I'm having my first emotional breakdown in over a year in front of a very terrified man."

"I'm not terrified," he lied. He wasn't used to dealing with crying women and he was feeling more than a little inept. He wanted to help her feel better but wasn't sure what to do.

"Yes, you are. You look like there are laser beams coming out of my eyes instead of tears." She found this amusing because she started to giggle.

He smiled, uncertain if this was part of the crying jag or something spontaneous.

The giggle turned into a belly laugh and before he knew it, Jennifer was hanging on him and laughing so hard no sound was coming out. What the hell?

"I'm sorry, sorry," she gasped. "I just felt like if I didn't laugh, I would scream. Once I started laughing, I couldn't stop. Raw energy and jangled nerves. Thank you for coming to my rescue. Again. I guess I should start cleaning this up."

She stood and wiped her eyes. Eric realized she was stunning. Disheveled and dirty and flushed. He pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a forceful kiss and he tried to reign himself in but couldn't. He caught her under her buttocks and lifted her against him, blatantly letting her feel the effect she had on him.

Jennifer pulled back with a sharp gasp. She looked him in the eye and, obviously trusting what she saw there, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back, cradling his face between her filthy hands.

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