EXCERPT Christmas Cookies: Yule Tied by Marteeka Karland cover art by Reneé George ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-866-1 Genre(s): Futuristic, Hot Flashes, Sci-Fi Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes Dalion De'Main stretched languidly, his cock jutting out proudly from the nest of dark curls at his groin. This was the life. His family's estate was so fucking huge, he could walk all day and never see a soul unless he commed for someone. Right now, he was taking advantage of the solitude by sunbathing in the light of Solum's twin suns. It should have been unbearably hot, but the nebula surrounding the beautiful world acted as a buffer for the suns' radiation. Instead of baking under intense heat, Solum's temperature hovered around the eighty degree mark in the summer, and could drop to around thirty in the winter occasionally, though snow was a rarity.

Now, it was a chilly fifty degrees, but Dalion enjoyed the cooler weather. As long as there wasn't frigid wind, he was usually fine. Steam rose from the hot pool and warmth blanketed him from time to time as a gentle breeze stirred the air.

He sighed contentedly and dropped his hand to his semi-hard cock. It only took a few lazy strokes to make him fully hard. Gods! It didn't matter how relaxed he tried to get, he was still in a constant state of arousal. His father had hired a sister of the wife of Daxon Sha'Gar to be the general shipping manager of their company, Damain and Son Shipping. The girl was hotter than the nebula during an ion storm. Ilyia definitely knew what she was doing -- the company had almost doubled its profits in the six months she'd been with them -- but she was a thorn in Dalion's side. As well as the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.

Her hair was as black as the ebony diamonds mined on Solarus V, and almost seemed to glow, it was so shiny. It was completely straight and hung gently down her back to brush her rounded ass when she walked.

Gods! Why did he have to think of her ass? It was curvy and seemed made for gripping during a hard sexual ride. Her ass haunted his dreams day and night. It was so bad, he found himself reaching out to grab it as she passed his desk almost every day. If he ever did grab it before he could stop himself, he'd just bet Ilyia would see to it he didn't walk straight for a month. He'd thought about trying to reason with his father and get him to fire her, but explaining that his reasoning was because he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his hands off her didn't seem like a valid reason for termination.

His problem was, she seem impervious to his charms. Oh, he'd asked her out many times, but she always refused politely without offering a reason.

Now, he sat on the reclined chair and jerked himself off, thinking about that magnificent ass naked and gripping it tight as he pounded into her cunt from behind. No woman could have an ass that fine without it being just right to grip during a hard ride.

His cock strained for release. He continued to stroke himself slowly, enjoying the sensations, imagining it was Ilyia's snug ass he was pumping into so very slowly. That's how he'd do it. Slowly. He'd want to enjoy every sensation and draw out their pleasure.

He pictured all that shiny, black hair brushing his belly just above his cock as she threw her head back in ecstasy when he pushed into her. In his mind, she sat on his lap, straddling his legs, facing away from him. He'd grab the cheeks of her ass in both hands and fuck her for all he was worth.

Wasn't he supposed to go slowly?