Jenna Carl shouldn't be allowed in my house for Christmas.
His presence alone makes my ovaries burn with need.
But it's not like my family understands what's going on, so I have to see him every day.
He's a biker, tough as nails, scary sometimes, and... caring with me.
I never thought that a biker could be like that.
It's Christmas, he's a Santa and I'm his helper. I feel jealous.
I want to sit on his lap, too,...