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Jarek hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants. “Say goodbye to the puppies.” He tugs them down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. They land on the Christmas tree.

“Jarek,” Pascal sighs.

“What? It’s festive.”

I’m laughing when Zander pulls his shirt over his head. Then they’re all undressing, and I stop laughing. Jarek is done first, of course. Pascal folds his pajamas. Zander drops his on the floor, kneels back down beside me, and the firelight moves across all three of their bodies.

I’m surrounded. Completely. Three sets of hands, three mouths, three hard lengths, and all of it for me.

Zander settles behind me and pulls me back against his chest, his legs on either side of mine. His arms come around me, and his hands cup my breasts.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Stay right here.”

Pascal lies down beside me on one elbow and kisses me. It’s slow and unhurried. His hand takes mine and laces our fingers together.

Jarek settles between my thighs and grins up at me. “Merry Christmas to me.”

“Jarek,” Zander says. “Use your mouth.”

“Yes, sir. I was getting there.”

He takes his time getting there. He kisses the inside of my knee, then my thigh, then bites it gently, and when I jerk, he laughs against my skin.

“Ticklish?”

“Jarek, I need you to focus.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

Then his mouth is on me, and I stop being able to form words.

He licks me slowly from bottom to top, and my back arches off Zander’s chest. Zander’s hands tighten on my breasts, and he rolls my nipples between his fingers while Jarek licks and circles my clit.

“Open your legs wider,” Zander says in my ear. “Let him in.”

I do. Jarek hums approvingly and pushes my thighs farther apart with his shoulders.

“There you go,” Pascal murmurs, his mouth against my temple. “Look at you. You’re incredible, Nina. I love hearing you.”

Jarek slides a finger inside me and sucks on my clit, and I let out a whimper.

“Oh, she likes that,” Jarek says, lifting his head for half a second. “Her pussy is so sensitive.”

“Less talking,” Zander says.

“You’re one to talk. You haven’t stopped giving orders since the⁠—”

Zander gives him a look. Jarek grins and puts his mouth back on me.

Pascal kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. He lifts our joined hands and kisses my knuckles.

“Don’t hold back,” Zander says. “Nobody’s going anywhere.”

Three of them, and only one of me. I can’t keep up. Every time I focus on Jarek’s tongue, Zander’s fingers pull my attention away, and every time I close my eyes, Pascal says my name and makes me open them again. It all blurs into one thing, and that one thing is about to push me over the edge.