As Jamie turned to look at William, a flash of white caught his eye. He followed the silk shirt and discovered a pair of dark copper eyes staring at him. Jamie inhaled softly as a slow shudder of desire slid through him from the intense look in the man’s eyes.

Ooohhh...now this one would know how to play. Jamie knew it by the glint in the man’s eyes and the thickness of his hands. He had no doubt this one could give him what he wanted, what he needed.

“I want that one,” Jamie said to Danny without taking his eyes off the man.

“Which one?” Danny turned his head to look. “Oh, no, you don’t want that one, Jamie, take my word for it. Simon is...well, Simon just isn’t the one for you.”

“Why not? Is he straight? Married? Involved? What?” Jamie asked.

Danny shook his head. “No, not exactly, but he’s...he’s intense. More intense than I think you’re ready for.”

“What’s he into?” Jamie’s curiosity got the best of him. He had to know. He hadn’t had someone affect him like this in a long time. His heart raced. His palms broke out with sweat. More importantly, his cock throbbed and begged for an introduction.

“Look, Jamie, I don’t know Simon very well. He’s a friend of Dante’s, but I’ve heard things.” Danny placed his hand on Jamie’s arm. “He’s not into anything weird, at least not by your standards, but he prefers submissive partners. Very submissive.”

“I can do submissive,” Jamie whispered. Just the thought of being submissive under Simon’s strong muscular body gave him the shivers. Very tall and well defined, Simon looked to be at least six foot two. At five foot nine, Jamie would be in heaven.

“Not like this, you can’t,” Danny assured him. “There’s no power on earth to hold your tongue when you get pissed off and you know it. It would never work.”

“So, I’m a sarcastic bitch. That doesn’t mean I can’t do submissive,” Jamie replied. “Besides, have you seen the size of that man’s hands? They’re perfect!”

“Oh, I swear to God, you and your penchant for getting spanked.” Danny groaned. “Honey, you’ve got to expand your horizons a little; try out some other kink.”

“Uh-uh, I like that one too much.” Jamie chuckled and turned to look at Danny. “Have you ever had your ass reddened by a large, thick hand swatting you over and over until you feel it all of the way through?”

Danny’s eyes widened. “Oh, TMI, my friend,” he laughed, holding up his hand to stop Jamie. “I’m serious about Simon, Jamie. He’s into a lot more than you are. Spanking is nothing compared to what he wants in a partner.”

“What? Are we talking candle wax on the nipples or something?” Jamie raised an eyebrow and looked from Simon to Danny. .

“Uh, no. I think I’m safe in saying there is no candle wax involved, but there might be a few other toys.”

“Toys?” Jamie asked. “I love toys.”

“Restraints, whips, plugs, clamps, rings. I could go on, you know.”

Jamie looked at Simon again and his eyes widened at the smirk on Simon’s face. Oh, this man definitely had possibilities. Jamie might never have indulged in the heavier toys before, but for this man he’d consider it.

“Come on, Jamie, let me introduce you to William,” Danny said as he pulled on Jamie's arm. “You’ll like him.”

Jamie shook his head. “Nope, I found what I want for Christmas and he’s sitting right over there.”

“Jamie... ” Danny said.

Jamie ignored him and walked toward the man he’d set his sights on, stopping once he stood directly in front of him. He waited for the Simon to look up while every pickup line he could think of ran through his head.

“Hi, my name’s Jamie. I realize Christmas is technically over but I wondered if I could ask you a question.” Jamie didn't realize what he was going to say until he said it.

Simon looked up at him. “I suppose you could, but I reserve the right not to answer.”

Jamie felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the deep, whiskey drawl from Simon’s mouth. To hear that man in the throes of passion, Jamie would give up everything he owned.

At Jamie’s hesitation, Simon finally asked, “What’s your question?” 

“Did you know that according to Scandinavian custom, people who meet under the mistletoe are obliged to kiss?” Jamie leaned down and placed his hands on the back of the couch behind Simon’s head. “At Christmas time, anyone standing under a ball of mistletoe cannot refuse to be kissed. Such a kiss could mean deep romance or lasting friendship and goodwill.”

Simon’s lips twisted in a smirk. “There are three problems with that, Jamie. One, it’s no longer Christmas. Two, I’m not Scandinavian. And three, we have no mistletoe.”

“No,” Jamie said and moved his face closer to Simon’s until their lips almost touched. “But we can always pretend.”

Simon glanced down at Jamie’s lips, then back to his eyes. “I don’t have a very good imagination.”

“That’s not what I hear,” Jamie said softly.

“Oh? And just what have you heard?”

“Well, I heard you might be able to help me with my New Year’s resolution.”

“And what might that resolution be?” Simon’s lips stretched into a grin.

“I’ve resolved to have my ass spanked before the night is over.” Jamie knew his words were direct, but the glint in Simon’s copper eyes told him his message had been received loud and clear.

The thought of what Simon could do to him made Jamie’s ass tingle. Simon’s imagination might not be very good, but Jamie’s rolled ahead at full steam. He could almost feel the weight of Simon’s hand on his ass now.

“That’s quite a resolution,” Simon replied. “And you think I can help you with that?”

Jamie nodded, dropped to his knees between Simon’s legs, and reached over and grabbed his hand. “Oh yeah.” He rubbed his thumb slowly over Simon’s palm. “You’re hands are perfect. So wide, large, and strong. I have no doubt they could redden my ass exquisitely.”