Snowed in with my secret crush. Knocked up by New Year's. Best Christmas ever. Fresh from dumping my boyfriend, I wanted a girls' trip with my best friend. I wasn’t expecting to be snowed in with her older brother—all six feet of gorgeous, experienced man and the star of every forbidden fantasy I've ever had. One kiss under the mistletoe later, I’m offering him the chance to be my first. The snow kept us trapped. His obsession kept us busy.

Home for winter break, I’m done watching my dad’s best friend Jack settle for less. His girlfriend is all wrong for him—and I’m tired of pretending I don’t dream about showing him exactly what he needs. When he dresses up as Santa at a party and I sit on his lap, the heat between us explodes into something deliciously forbidden. He’s about to give me the gift I crave—over and over again. Because this holiday, I'm letting Jack frost more than just my cookies.

He came to fix her faucet on Valentine’s Day. She had other plans. I've been sabotaging my apartment for months—just for an excuse to text my brother's best friend. Austin is ten years older, impossibly hot, and completely off-limits. But it's Valentine's Day, and I'm done pretending I don't want him. I want him to be my first. So I put on red lace, texted about another "emergency," and answered the door in a silk robe. The sink wasn't broken, but his restraint definitely was. This Valentine’s Day, I’m getting claimed and I couldn’t be happier.

Some Easter eggs are worth hunting for. He's definitely one of them. I'm nineteen, inexperienced, and stuck volunteering at a community egg hunt in bunny ears that make me look ridiculous. Then I see him—my ex-boyfriend's dad, jogging past looking like every fantasy I didn't know I had. He’s older, confident, and so hot it should be illegal. When I work up the courage to approach him, the chemistry between us explodes into something I never expected. It’s time to throw myself at him and find out what happens. When he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me?

This Christmas, I'm Santa's naughtiest helper. I took a temp job as a sexy elf expecting easy money and maybe some harmless flirting. What I got instead? My brother's smoking hot best friend dressed as Santa—and a night that changes everything. He’s been off-limits for years, but when we're alone under the mistletoe, all those rules disappear. His dirty talk melts my brain, his touch sets me on fire, and suddenly I'm begging him to be my first. Now I'm his good girl and he’s filling me with promises until I'm his in every possible way.

I wanted to forget my ex. My brother’s best friend made sure I'd never forget him. I go to a Valentine's Day party dressed like Cupid’s slutty cousin to forget my cheating ex. I wasn’t expecting to see my brother’s best friend there–the older guy I’ve had a secret rushing on for two years. And then the ex walks into the room. Panicking, I do the only logical thing: I plant myself in my brother’s best-friend’s lap and call him my boyfriend. When he whispers "easy, babygirl" against my ear, suddenly I’m imagining what other things he might say to me.

Dear Lieutenant Hot Stuff: the Valentine’s Day song was a joke. The rest wasn’t. Signed, your best friend’s daughter. Singing a Valentine’s telegram at the fire station was supposed to be easy money. Then my lobster costume's head slipped—and my dad’s best friend saw exactly who’d been serenading him. Now his terms are on the table: all of it or none of it. His house. His baby—and he wants to start tonight. I’ve wanted him since I was eighteen. There’s only ever been one answer.

He's older, experienced, and completely off-limits. She's done playing it safeFor two years, I’ve been fantasizing about him. Now I'm on a break from college and staying at his house for the holidays. Subtlety has left the building. I want him to be my first, and I'm prepared to be very, very persuasive. Finding him shirtless in the kitchen at midnight baking cookies? That's just the universe doing me a solid. I expect rejection, or maybe a lecture about appropriate boundaries. Instead, he takes me on the counter and gives me the kind of Christmas gift that doesn't come with a receipt.