“So,” Eggnog says, his grin sly as he leans against the doorframe. “Have you been… naughty this year?”
Almond sighs. “Do I have to do this?”
Eggnog waggles his eyebrows.
“I—fine.” Almond strikes a half-hearted sexy pose, his eyes half-lidded with very little besides exasperation. “You know I have, baby.”
Eggnog growls in his back of his throat. “Well, then,” he says, “looks like I’ll have to stuff your stocking with coal.” He winks.
Almond stares at him. “I’m not saying the next part,” he says. “Just get inside.”
Eggnog follows Almond into the bedroom with a laugh.