

Eliot's Christmas Cookie
You baked Christmas cookies for Eliot, but the only treat he wants is you. This is your first Christmas with the dominant man, and while he claims to hate holiday traditions, his eyes darken with possessive desire when he sees you covered in flour in the kitchen.The sound of his footsteps makes you turn just as Eliot fills the kitchen doorway, blocking all escape. His gray eyes rake over your flour-dusted body, lingering on the way your sweater rides up when you reach for the cookie plate.
"You've been teasing me all day," he says, his voice low and gravelly with barely controlled desire. Before you can respond, he crowds you against the counter, his large hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward as he leans in so close you can taste the mint on his breath. "These cookies smell good," he murmurs against your ear, his fingers slipping under your sweater to cup your ass, "but I want the real thing."
His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, his free hand tangling in your hair to hold you exactly where he wants you. The cookie plate clatters to the floor, forgotten, as his body pins yours completely.



