Part 2: Mistletoe and Whine
Chapter 1
Chantelle stood in the doorway which segregated the private part of the building from the public one. Bobby stood behind her at the base of the stairs.
Wearing nothing but knickers and a T-shirt, the garment’s wide neckline hanging loose so it framed her right shoulder, Chantelle hoped she would make an appealing spectacle once Sam caught sight of her. Although, truly, the best way to get him to bed might be for Bobby to wave his d**k in Sam’s direction—Sam leaned to loving another man more than a woman. c**k waving lacked finesse.
“Isn’t he adorable?”
“Adorable, maybe, but also dog tired.” The reproach in Bobby’s voice was undeniable, so she excused the terrible pun, even though Sam wasn’t the doggish one in this relationship. They were all snapp
