Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me
by Jenna Jaxson
The Christmas season is such a great time for reflection, for making peace, for giving thanks for what you have. But what if what you have is not what you want?
Ask Pam Kimball, my heroine in Almost Perfect, what Christmas song described her best and I think she’d say Elvis Presley’s classic Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me. This was my favorite Christmas song growing up. I loved the up-beat, the catchy lyrics, and Elvis’s gorgeous voice crooning to me on a snowy night.
As adults we’ve all wanted to sit on Santa’s lap and ask for that one perfect present. This year, Pam’s request would the same one as Elvis’s. She’d hem and haw about it, deny it to your face, but when she whispered her Christmas wish, it would be Roger she wanted to find underneath her Christmas tree—all tied up with a red bow and nothing else. Bet she wouldn’t wait until Christmas morning to open her present either!
Recipe for an Almost Perfect Holiday:
Take 1 semi-deserted island paradise
Add 1 movie obsessed ex-wife
And 1 techno-geeky ex-husband
Sprinkle in some wild skinny-dipping
Top with a romantic dinner for two
And spice it all up with some hot sex on the beach
Yield: One 1Night Stand you’ll never forget!
Pam pulled the bottle from her mouth and wiped her hand across her lips where she had dribbled some. She held the bottle out for Roger then noticed his slack-jawed gaze aimed straight at her chest. One hand held the Perrier, the other was at her side. Which meant…
“You still look fine, Pam. Mighty fine.” Her ex-husband’s grin reached almost ear to ear. If there wasn’t still some water left in the bottle she’d brain him with it.
He reached down and flipped off his sandals, then untied his drawstring, all the while gawking at her breasts. With one swift movement, he shucked his pants down and stepped out of them to reveal a hard tanned body, complete with a serious erection.
Pam had not seen that coming. Her mouth dropped open as the Perrier hit the sand. She stared at his fully aroused cock, a shiver of pure desire sparking through her before she dragged her eyes back up to his face. A low chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. “A promise is a promise, Pam. You showed me yours.” He threw her one more impish grin and took off for the water. “You coming?”
Pam stared as he splashed in and dove under. His pale rounded butt flashed her before sliding under the waves. Her heart pounded and blood sang through her veins as it had not done in years. And there was a deep ache between her thighs that was pitifully familiar, though it too had lain dormant until now. It’s just been too long, that’s all. I’d feel twice this horny if that were my pirate out there. She fought to believe that was true.
Roger’s head broke the surface and he flipped his hair out of his face. “You coming? The water’s great!” She didn’t move. “I promise not to bite.”
“But I might,” she muttered, and started for the water, afraid they had the makings of a real live Blue Lagoon here.