a/n: Thank you to everyone who took the time to review last chapter. :) I'm having so much fun writing this. I feel like it's practically writing itself!

Thank you to the 'guest' review who left me two prompts to choose from—Santa Baby or fireplace. I chose to use 'Santa Baby.'

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Mistletoe & Mayhem

Chapter 2

The memories were like deluge, and Rose had to brace her hand against the wall in order to remain upright.

Lissa...curling her hair, giving her a 'smoky eye,' and then insisting she wear jeans that were a size too damn small and a white, three quarter sleeve button up with red 'fuck me' heels that she teetered in...

Nearly breaking her neck when she walked into the bar...every man in her damn unit gaping at her entrance...

Belikov, insisting on buying her drinks—and introducing her to tequila...

Dancing with him to Santa Baby, practically grinding against him...

The cab ride home...

She groaned at that one, recalling the way she'd straddled him in the back seat, essentially attacking him with her lips and hands. As it turned out, his six pack was just as taut as she'd imagined. She bit down on her lower lip when she remembered the way Belikov had thrust into her, how her body had been stretched to it's limits...she distinctly remembered yelling out 'harder' and 'yes' too many times to count.

Shaking her head, she took a deep breath. "OK," she said, going into pep talk mode. "You are not a coward. You are not going to hide out in the bathroom while—motherfucker!"

She stomped toward the mirror, eyes widening as she read the single word written across her belly in chocolate sauce.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" Suddenly hiding out in the bathroom seemed like a very good idea, but it wouldn't get Belikov out of her bed—or her house. And she desperately needed that man out of her house! So she pulled open her hamper and pulled out a pair of dirty, wrinkly sleep shorts and the matching tank top. Once halfway decent, she flung the door open and practically flew across her room.

"Belikov!" she shouted, punctuating it with a slap to the back of his head. "Hey!"

"What?" he grumbled as he stretched.

"Why in the hell do I have sexy scrawled across my stomach?" she demanded as she lifted her tank top to reveal the chocolate sauce.

He chuckled as he rolled over onto his back. Rose sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he was covered with her sheet. "Because," he started, "you thought we should find a word that described the other one and then lick it off them. Unfortunately you zonked before we got to the licking part," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What did I write on yours?" she asked, suddenly cursing her sheet for blocking her view.

When he just grinned, she reached for it and snapped it off him. Her cheeks reddened instantly, and she closed her eyes; it didn't help. She could still see the word flashing in her head like a freaking neon sign. Had she had to write it in all caps? With a freaking exclamation point?

HUGE! blink HUGE! blink HUGE! blink...

Her eyes snapped open, but instead of falling on his stomach, her eyes flew to his cock and she winced. The soreness she was experiencing suddenly made perfect sense. "OK. You have to go," she said.

"But I had so much fun coming," he teased in a low, sexy voice.

Her hands lifted to tangle in her hair and she closed her eyes; when she opened them, Belikov's gaze was on her chest—which she'd inadvertently thrust out when she'd lifted her arms. To her mortification, she felt her nipples tighten beneath his gaze. Her arms dropped to cross over her chest.

"Well...that portion of your visit has come to a conclusion," she said primly. "It's time to go." She walked slowly towards her bedroom door. "I'm just going to...step outside while you get dressed and go on your merry way."

Belikov smirked as he crawled to the edge of the bed, and Rose rushed out of her bedroom.

The coffee had just started brewing when she heard the shower start. "What the..." she stomped—yes, stomped—into and then through her bedroom straight to the bathroom where she'd had her mini-meltdown.

She hauled the shower curtain back, forcing her gaze to his face. "Want to join me?" he growled before she could say anything. His eyes swept over her body and she felt herself tremble.

"Get. The hell. Out of. My shower and back into your clothes!" she ordered. "NOW!"

Belikov arched a brow at her, and to her dismay she found it sexy. His fucking eyebrow! Sexy! What was wrong with her?

"Do you think you might be overreacting?" he asked evenly.

She stared at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" she asked. His other brow arched and she groaned. "You have to go. Like...yesterday!" Otherwise she was likely to attack him again. Lips, mouth, hands...she was pretty sure if he stayed any longer she'd attack him with any body part that could get a hold on him.

"Roza-"

"I'm not kidding, Belikov," she said, even as she licked her lips. "You have to go." She hated the breathlessness in her voice, but it wasn't something she could control.

"Just give me five more minutes," he said.

She nodded jerkily, then spun on her heel and left.

She poured herself a cup of much needed coffee, sipping it as she stood in the doorway between her kitchen and living room. It was far enough away from her bedroom that when Belikov came out, she wouldn't have to...feel him.

Oh, God. She was going to kill Lissa for this. She was pretty sure it had been the heels that had done it—considering he'd made her wear them the first time he'd fucked her. Yep. Lissa. She was such a bad influence!

It was closer to seven minutes before he came out of her bedroom...carrying her sheets. "What are you..."

"These need to be washed," he stated.

"They sure do," she agreed as her eyes fell on the chocolate smears. "And I am more than capable of doing that."

She put her coffee on the closest end table and headed for him.

"It's the least I can do for you after what you did for me," he said with a cat that ate the cream look.

She felt her cheeks begin to blaze again—her cheeks had never blazed in her life before today—and she knew instinctively what he was talking about, despite the many things they'd done last night. A sudden image flashed in her mind of her kneeling between his legs, her hands on either side of his hips as her head bobbed up and down while she sucked greedily.

She grabbed the sheets and gave them a tug. "Really. I'm all set," she insisted.

He gave a tug of his own until she'd stumbled against him. He wrapped the sheet around her and hauled her closer, his eyes glittering with need. "You'll do anything to get me tangled up in the sheets with me again, won't you, Roza?" His voice was husky, and she shivered against him.

"Let go of me," she said breathlessly.

"Do you mean that?"

"This was...a one time thing," she stammered.

He arched that sexy brow again. "You mean five?"

"Five?" she shrieked. "I only saw three condoms! Are you telling me we had sex twice and didn't use protection?"

He chuckled. "No, I'm telling you that twice I managed to make it to the bathroom toss the condom into the trash can."

"Five times? Sweet Lord! It's a wonder I can even walk!"

If it was possible, his eyes darkened further. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."