Wicked Christmas Wishes Anthology: Adult Excerpt from “Kink”

 My latest work appears in the anthology Wicked Christmas Wishes, which published at Melange Books 12/4/11.  An excerpt from the first story in the anthology, Kink, is below.

Blurb:

Paul believes his marriage with his beloved Joy is wonderful, that their sex life is both varied and fulfilling. Yet when Joy reveals her heart's desire is more kink, Paul is determined to not only fulfill her wish, but to give her a Christmas that satisfies her wildest fantasies.

Buy Link: http://www.melange-books.com/authors/anthologies/WickedChristmasWishes.html

Excerpt from Kink by Tara Fox Hall:

Another new message blip appeared at the bottom right hand of the screen, before fading and disappearing. Paul blinked, then rubbed his left eye with his hand. That one had been from the VP, asking again where the status report was. He was working on it, Damn it, but he could only work so fast, especially with all the emails that kept appearing…
“Lunch!” came the urgent call.
Paul paused, considering his options. If he stayed to work on his report, his boss might not ream him out Monday morning. Yet if he didn”Ÿt come eat in the next few moments, his wife, Joy, would not only be irritated, she”Ÿd likely come up here and give him both barrels. It was a no brainer, really. She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed was the clear choice.
He pushed back his chair, then stood up, stretching the kinks out of his muscles. Maybe he could convince Joy to give him a quick massage after lunch. His wife had the most skill of any masseuse he”Ÿd ever visited. He”Ÿd only had to feel her hands on him once to know he wanted them again, and soon. She”Ÿd ensnared him just like a hapless fly, and he”Ÿd never been so happy to be bedazzled.
He walked towards the kitchen, sniffing the air. It smelled like cookies, not lunch. Maybe she had been baking? Christmas was less than a week away. “Joy?”
He turned the corner, then blinked, his eyes widening. There in the kitchen stood his wife, her beautiful dark blonde corkscrew curls buoyant, her eyes lowered, a sultry smile on her face. She was dressed in red velvet panties, trimmed in white fluff, her creamy breasts flushed, the nipples covered by small red velvet circles trimmed in lace. On her head at a jaunty angle was a Santa”Ÿs hat. In her hands, she held a gingerbread cookie, one of his favorites.
“Santa”Ÿs got a treat for you,” she purred. “Have you been a good boy, Paul?”