His Sugarplum — Frankie Love

When I win a poker game on Christmas Eve, I never imagined the pot would be so damn good.Sugar's a prize I don't deserve.Her curves make my cock ache and her honey blonde hair has me wound up tightly.I don't make it a habit of treating women like they are possessions.But if I leave her here, with these men, she'll be devoured.Now my job is to protect her. At all costs.This year, it's a dark-ass Christmas, but Sugar doesn't seem bitter about her situation.Truth is, she seems downright pleased to be shut up in my cabin with me.I don't want to ruin her... but she's my sugarplum now.And I'm ready to taste my Christmas treat.Dear Reader,Smith is growly, bearded, and in need of a little TLC.He's a twenty-seven-year-old virgin who's been waiting all his life for his one and only.For Sugar.This filthy-sweet holiday romp is exactly how it sounds: Delicious. Enjoy!xo, frankie