Christmas With His Best Friend

By Doris O'Connor

They’ve been friends for twenty years until ... this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Dec 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781773390994

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Copyright© 2016 Doris O’Connor

ISBN: 978-1-77339-099-4

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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In loving memory of Luther and Bella. We'll always miss you. RIP, my lil writing buddies.

CHRISTMAS WITH HIS BEST FRIEND

Doris O’Connor

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Emma groaned to herself when her alarm sounded for the third time that morning. That’s what she got from staying up half the night being plagued by erotic dreams she had no business having, let alone about her best friend. What he got up to in his free time, and what made him breeze in at past 4:00 AM was none of her damn business, after all.

Even so, she hadn’t managed to get back to sleep once the slam of the front door had woken her up. His soft curse had carried, and she’d held her breath when his heavy footsteps had halted in front of her door. The wood had creaked as though he’d been leaning his considerable bulk on it, to do what, exactly, she had no idea.

Maybe, he’d been worried he’d woken her, or, maybe—and that thought had really put paid to any restful sleep after it had popped into her brain—he’d listened at the door to make sure she was still asleep so that he could smuggle his latest conquest inside.

The snooze button went off again, and, shaking her head, Emma swung her legs out of bed and turned the damn thing off for good. Fuck it all, she’d barely have time for a wash, let alone anything else, and pushing all thoughts of Josh and what he may or may not have gotten up to last night firmly from her mind stepped under the hot spray. The quickest shower in the history of showers completed, she threw on her work clothes, twisted her hair up into a damp bun, applied some lip gloss, eyeliner, mascara, and a touch of blusher to liven up her pale complexion, and shoved her feet into her four-inch heels. Murder on her feet for a day in the office, but they added some much-needed height to her five foot five, far too curvy frame.

Her new boss had a tendency to lean over her in that aggravating, male superior stance that had her fantasizing about burying her heel in his no doubt minuscule balls more than once.

A short laugh escaped her at the thought, which turned into a sigh of deep pleasure when she saw the full carafe of coffee in the coffee machine. Emma smiled at the Post-it left on the handle.

You forgot to set this, so I did it for you. We both know what a bear you are in the morning without your coffee, little Em.

Josh’s unmistakable large, masculine scrawl made her grin almost as much as the use of her old nickname. Maybe he hadn’t smuggled anyone in last night then, even if the faint smell of booze and stale smoke still hung in the air. His leather jacket was flung over the back of a chair, and his boots lay at right angles outside his slightly ajar bedroom door. Not a sound could be heard from within, so he must be sleeping, she hoped, on his own.

None of your business, girl.

The mental pep talk did little to stop her imagination from going into overdrive. A guy like Josh was never short of female attention. It had been the same back in high school when he’d first appeared on her radar. While a new-in-town Emma had been mortified at the hottest guy in school being assigned as her buddy for her first week, she needn’t have worried. For starters, he had all the hot, skinny chicks after him, even then, and he’d never been anything but politely attentive to her. Much to her surprise, her usual trip-up-over-her-own-tongue-when-around-cute-guys syndrome didn’t materialize with him. Probably because she knew that she’d never, ever stand a chance with him, and an unlikely friendship had sprung up between them.

They had seen other through countless relationships, breakups, exam worries, job woes, etc., and while they hadn’t seen each other in years, having settled in different parts of the country, Josh was always the first guy she called when anything big happened in her life. When Emma had found herself on her own, having discovered her fiancé balls deep inside his skinny secretary—such a fucking cliché—and unable to afford the steep London rent on their two bed flat by herself, Josh had stepped into the breach.

Back in town, and needing a place to crash, he’d become her roommate. An ideal solution, if you ignored the way her unruly body seemed determined to melt at a mere whiff of his spicy cologne, or the way he dropped his voice when he called her his little Em.

That voice alone haunted her dreams, never mind the rest of him. Josh had always been tall and athletic, but in the ten years since