Christmas lights reflected in her sultry eyes as she awaited his stealth entrance after a successful night of slipping undetected into other people’s homes.

“You’re late,” she murmured.

“But worth the wait, I hope,” he replied, stroking his beard before clever fingers liberated her from her red silk robe in mere seconds. Tracing the curve of her collarbone and swell of her breast, he watched her body tremble.

Suddenly, he pinned her against the wall and entered her in one hard thrust.

“You’re on the naughty list, baby.”

“Darling, you’re a cat burglar, not Santa Claus.”

“And you’re my ho-ho-ho.”