Surprise Kisses

Drinking and the Lennox women don’t mix. Sophie was always warned of that fact because they’re notorious for their antics when alcohol is involved. But one small taste can’t hurt, right? Or so she thought, then the next thing she knows, she’s making out with a hottie. And so begins another Lennox tipsy holiday story to share.

Jason Kane can’t believe his luck. His dream girl kisses him under the mistletoe only to have his brother ruin everything. Jason has little hope of finding her again until fate steps in and she lands right in his lap. Now he plans on having all of Sophie’s kisses for life.

My head is pounding to the beat of the music that’s blaring through the dimly lit room. Since we arrived several hours ago, Megan and Tricia have danced and flirted their way through the bar while I hold down the table. Partying isn’t something I do well. When they stumble back to the table, Megan notices the empty glasses and starts looking around for the waiter.
Knowing I’ve hit my limit, I decide to head her off. “I think I’ve had enough. You know two margaritas is pushing it for me.”
As usual, Megan ignores me as she rolls her eyes and signals for the waiter to bring another round of drinks. Since my legs are feeling like rubber, another round is a very bad idea.
I’m trying hard to have a good time, but I’m still missing my little buddy. My jerk neighbors complained about the adorable German Shepherd puppy I was fostering, and my asshole landlord forced me to find a new foster family for him. Ever since I dropped him off, I’ve missed the little puppy like crazy. Megan’s right; I need to find a new apartment, but I never have the time or desire to look.
While my mind is wandering, Megan hip checks me to get my attention. “Hey, stop pouting. We’re here to have fun.” When the next round of drinks arrives, I promise myself this is the last.
Midway through the bad idea drink, my thoughts are interrupted. “You see that mistletoe hanging over there?” Megan slurs as she points to the green sprig stuck above the hallway leading to the private dining area. “I bet you my blue Louboutins that you won’t kiss the next guy that walks under the mistletoe.” My mouth drops open in shock as Megan raises her eyebrow and smirks. She knows I love those shoes. I practically drool every time she wears them.
After considering my options for a moment, I decide to find out more details on her bet. “How involved does this kiss have to be?” I need to make sure I won’t get myself arrested for a pair of shoes. Fabulous, expensive, way out of my “still paying student loans” price-range shoes. In the back of my mind, I know I’ll regret letting the alcohol and Megan talk me into this insane idea.
“Just a kiss, on the mouth.” Megan smirks, and I look over at Tricia, who’s shaking her head. Tricia realizes this is another Lennox story in the making.
As the silent message passes between me and Tricia, Megan screeches, “Oh my God, he’s perfect! Get your ass over there before he gets to the mistletoe,” and shoves me off of my barstool. After barely managing to catch myself, I turn and stumble again when I see Mr. Drop Dead Gorgeous walking in the door of the bar.
“Holy shit, he’s hot,” Tricia mumbles behind me, and I nod in agreement. This guy is tall, and I mean really tall. And he’s hot. Smoking hot. I’m betting his business suit is custom made, the way it fits his tall, muscular body so perfectly. His arrogant face has just enough stubble to give him a little bit of a bad boy look.
Before I realize what’s happening, I’ve made my decision and am moving toward my prey. Since I don’t have a solid plan, I decide surprise is my only option. When I get close, I look up into his chocolate brown eyes and point above his head. “Look, mistletoe.” He blinks several times, then his mouth drops open in shock, and I take that as an invitation to wrap my hands around his neck and pull his head down for my kiss. The second our lips meet, my body lights up from the inside as electricity moves through me. He groans in the back of his throat and pulls me into his strong arms. While his tongue explores the inside of my mouth, he drags me closer, and I feel every inch of his hard body up against mine. As I melt into his strong frame, his hardness presses into my stomach, causing me to lose sense of our surroundings until I’m rudely reminded that we aren’t alone.