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It feels filthy and intimate and perfect. He works his way up my body slowly, pressing kisses and little bites to my skin that make me shiver and arch beneath him. When he finally reaches my mouth, I tug the ridiculous Santa hat off his head, needing to feel his hair between my fingers as he kisses me deeply.

It’s different from Hayden—softer but no less intense. Full of promise and possession that makes my heart race against my ribs.

From somewhere nearby, Hayden groans appreciatively. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, clearly enjoying the show from his position on the chaise.

Ford pulls back long enough to shove his pants and boxers down, then reaches for a condom from his wallet. Once he’s rolled it on, he positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me.

“How are you still so tight after riding Hayden like a champion?” he grits out. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I’m overwhelmed by it all. I’ve never had sex back-to-back like this, and my body is in a different state—so aroused and sensitive that every touch feels magnified tenfold.

When he starts to slide into me, stretching me in a different way than Hayden, I come again almost immediately. The sensation of him filling me, combined with how oversensitive I am, is too much to handle.

Ford groans his approval, the sound vibrating against my throat where he’s pressing hot kisses. “Such a dirty little girl,” he praises. “You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”

I gasp and nod frantically, already feeling the pressure building despite having just climaxed. “Yes. Please, Ford.”

He starts to move with long, deep strokes that make my hips buck and my head fall back as pleasure washes over me in waves. Both he and Hayden keep up a steady stream of praise and encouragement that has me climbing toward another peak impossibly fast.

“That’s our girl,” Hayden says, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Taking him just as perfectly as you took me. Such a good girl for us.”

“So beautiful,” Ford’s lips skim my ear, and he groans as he thrusts deeper inside me. “So responsive. I could watch you come apart all night long.”

When I reach the edge again, Ford demands that I say his name. I whimper it at first, then know I’m going to scream it as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.

I grab the discarded Santa hat and bite down on the soft fabric to muffle my sounds, not wanting to alert the entire party to what we’re doing.

I’m shaking from the multiple orgasms, my body feeling like it’s been taken apart and put back together on an atomic level. Ford gently pulls the hat from my mouth, then kisses me soft and slow, his hands stroking soothing circles on my overheated skin to help me come down from the overwhelming pleasure.

Then he glances toward the door, a rueful expression crossing his face. “Shit, I forgot to lock it too.”

I follow his gaze, and part of me actually hopes that Gabriel will walk in next. I feel crazy for wishing that—what am I thinking he’d do? Join us?

The thought makes my body respond with a fresh wave of arousal that should be impossible after what I’ve just experienced.

Ford looks down at me, something glinting in his eyes almost like he’s reading my mind. He chuckles darkly, a heated smile curving his lips.

“Are you okay?” Hayden asks, a touch of concern in his voice.

I almost burst into hysterical laughter at the question. What a thing to ask after what just happened. I nod, not trusting my voice yet.

I’m more than okay. But I am… confused. What just happened between us? What does it mean going forward?

I’m too scared to ask them, worried about what answers they might give. It was a mistake. It was heat of the moment and it’s never happening again. It was about them, not me—just playing one of their possessive competitive games. Oh, we do this with all the girls, haven’t you heard?

While I might know my worth better than I did when I was with Liam, I know myself and my heart. My self-esteem is still far too fragile to handle hearing something like that. Better to just keep my mouth shut and be grateful I got to experience this even once.

Ford and Hayden help me get dressed again, taking care to get my outfit put back together perfectly. It’s sweet, but I don’t know what to do with this level of consideration after… what we just shared.

I wonder if either of them knows what to say. I sure don’t. I want them to keep having that take-charge attitude, that confidence they’ve always shown at work and—clearly—in bed. I want them to tell me how to handle this, what it means.

But they seem as lost as I am.

We rejoin the party, and luckily, nobody seems to have noticed our absence. I don’t see Robert, and I wonder if he’s off sulking somewhere after Hayden’s intervention. I feel a bit smug about that, honestly. I wasn’t trying to encourage any flirtations, and I’m glad Hayden stepped in to protect me, even if he misunderstood the situation initially.

Lydia is across the room chatting with some other people around her age that she probably knows from growing up here. I don’t see Liam anywhere, which is a relief. Elaine and Charles are sipping drinks while listening to some other man holding court about something that clearly bores them.

I can feel eyes on me, and I look around, following the magnetic pull.