His Sugarplum

When I win a poker game on Christmas Eve, I never imagined the pot would be so damn good. Sugar’s a prize I don’t deserve. Her curves make my cock ache and her honey blonde hair has me wound up tightly. I don’t make it a habit of treating women like they are possessions. But if I leave her here, with these men, she’ll be devoured. Now my job is to protect her. At all costs. This year, it’s a dark-ass Christmas, but Sugar doesn’t seem bitter about her situation. Truth is, she seems downright pleased to be shut up in my cabin with me. I don’t want to ruin her... but she’s my sugarplum now. And I’m ready to taste my Christmas treat.