My insistent co-worker demanded we drink a shot of Fireball, and I succumbed to her request. Then, Santa ordered a beer, and we each got a glass of wine. While Kaci flirted with the bartender, I turned to go to our table.

Santa faced the exit. “We’re going this way,” he said over his shoulder.

I peered beyond him and into the foyer. All I could see was a bank of elevators and the doorway that led to the fire escape. I scrunched my nose in opposition. “What’s that way?”

“The elevator,” he said. “We’re going to the roof.”

I doubted verbally opposing him would go over well, so I offered no argument. Kaci was young and adventurous, making her lack of resistance come as no huge surprise.

“What are we going to do on the roof?” I asked.

He looked at me like I’d backed over his Harley. “If you’ve got to ask, you must not be as intelligent as I thought you were.”

I doubted he hoped to fuck me on the roof. Excluding that, I had no idea what he might have planned. With each step we took, the three shots of liquor pushed my courage closer to the surface.

We followed him to the elevator like lemmings parading to the edge of a cliff. He held the door and waved us inside as if it was a trip he’d made a thousand times in the past.

Kaci nestled in the corner behind him. I gave a thankful nod and stepped to his side. “Why’d you tattoo that stuff on your lip, anyway?”

He pressed the button to the sixteenth floor and glanced over his red felt shoulder. “I was young and dumb. It’s a definite regret. A good conversation piece, though.”

“What about the rest of them?” I scanned his tattooed forearms. “Any regrets?”

He shook his head. “Not one.”

As the elevator rose, my desire to tear off his clothes went right along with it. It could have been that I was confined in the elevator with him and forced to breathe his sexiness for sixteen floors. The glass and a half of wine and three shots of liquor may have been the culprit. Either way, during the elevator ride, the cognitive side of my brain went numb, leaving me with no ability to make sound decisions – and no desire to keep my mouth shut.

In short, it was on like Donkey Kong.

“What’s your name?” I dragged my eyes up and down his well-built frame. “We told you ours.”

“Dick,” he said flatly.

I cocked my hip and gave him a side-eyed look. “Your name’s Dick?”

“My name’s Richard.” He sipped his beer while he gave me the evil eye. “I go by Dick.”

My gaze dropped to his waist. “Is it appropriate?”

He lowered the bottle and swallowed. “Is it what?”

“Your name.” I raised my gaze to meet his. “Is it fitting?”

Kaci giggled.

The elevator doors opened. He turned to face me and rested his thumbs against the corners of his jeans’ pockets. “You want to know if I have a big dick?”

“Yep.” I took a gulp of wine. “That’s what I asked.”

Kaci giggled again.

“That’s not what you asked. You asked if my name was fitting.” He took a step toward me, bringing his mouth within kissing distance of mine. “You want to know if I’ve got a big dick, get a fistful of it and decide for yourself.”

A buzzer sounded, and the doors started to close. Without giving up his position, he wedged his left boot between the doors, causing them to open. He inched closer, pressing the lapel of his fur-lined coat against my chest.

“Well?” he growled.

I gazed back at him, frozen by uncertainty. It was go time, and I was stuck somewhere between what my mouth wanted to say and what my mind would allow me to do. I weighed the pros of beginning a journey I wouldn’t be able to walk away from once I started.

I’d never see him again. The night would simply be a story I’d tell during future Christmas gatherings. It either be a tale of regrets or of accomplishments.

I swallowed heavily and reached for his belt.

Kaci stood with her back pressed tightly against the wall behind us. Somewhat blind as to her presence, I unbuckled his belt and blindly shoved my hand into his tight-fitting jeans.

As I fumbled to find the answer, I gazed into his intense brown eyes. Then, I found it.

It found me would be a more accurate statement.

I’d been told in the past that my hands were dainty. I disagreed. They merely leaned toward the feminine side of average. Nonetheless, with his massive shaft gripped in my palm, I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around it.

I could feel the blood pulsing thorough his giant chunk of manhood with each beat of his heart. Steadily and predictably, it pulsed.

Da-duhm…da-duhm…da-duhm.

Mine, on the other hand, was racing.

Dadumdadumdadumdadumdadumdadum.

He arched an eyebrow. “Well?”

Kaci’s wide-eyed stare from behind him reminded me that Dick and I weren’t alone. I imagined her devouring a bucket of popcorn as she waited for the mystery of Dick’s dick to be solved.

His shaft stiffened in my hand until it felt like a steel rod. As the elevator’s buzzer wailed from the overhead speakers and the doors repeatedly attempted to close, I squeezed it firmly and grinned a sly grin.

“I think you should change your name,” I said flatly.

He pushed his hips closer to mine. “To what?”

“Tiny,” I said with a laugh. “I think it’s more appropriate.”