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“No strings attached,” he murmured in my ear, as if to reassure both of us.
James grinned. “I’m not above seducing you to get you to change your mind.” He kissed my neck as Ibrahim’s fingers climbed up my chest to palm my breasts, heavy with desire, my nipples already peaked and needy. The depth of my need for these men astounded me.
I tried to laugh as Ibrahim’s fingers teased my breasts, but the sound came out throaty and low. “Consider me thoroughly seduced. I’ll think about it.”
James reluctantly stepped back when I pushed against his chest.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” I said, kissing his cheek. Ibrahim swooped in for a more thorough kiss. Benedict just kissed the top of my head as I slipped out of the room.
Was I really going to spend Christmas with three men I’d picked up at an airport bar? Three. Men. Three absolutely gorgeous and insatiable men who couldn’t get enough of me. Three men I would say goodbye to and never have to face again if I messed this up.
What was the worst that could happen? I walked in on my fiancé having sex with another woman two days before Christmas. Even if I completely humiliated myself, it was safe to say the worst had already happened.
Piper, you’ve got this. You’re going to dress like the sex goddess they seem to think you are, and you are going to have the best sex of your life right up to the moment you hop on that plane and head to California.
As I arrived at my room, I turned my phone onto holiday music, determined to enjoy this early Christmas gift that had fallen into my lap. I was gonna blow those boys’ minds.
Chapter Seven
Piper
I’D GONE ALL OUT ON sexy outfits for Peter, the miserable jerk. I stared at my open suitcase in frustration, trying to figure out which of my ridiculous costumes would be the most comfortable for a day seeking Christmas spirit around town.
The Mrs. Claus outfit, with its fur trimmed red velvet dress and candy-cane thigh-highs might do the trick, if I paired it with my white tennis shoes. The short skirt revealed the tops of my thighs over my stockings when I moved, and the top sat so low on my shoulders that the thick white fur at the top dipped and caressed the curves of my breasts over my strapless bra. Not perfect, but I could pick up a pair of snow boots downtown.
With candy-red lips and a lopsided Santa cap, I felt sexy as hell when I knocked on the door to the mens’ suite.
Ibrahim opened the door. Instead of letting me in, his eyes roved up and down my body, darkening with heat. “Wearing a dress like that should be illegal.”
James poked his head around Ibrahim and dragged me in for a quick kiss. “You look good enough to eat, Piper.”
I brushed my lips against his, remembering my earlier vow to enjoy these men without regrets. “I sure hope so,” I answered with a wink. He reached for my suitcase, a gleefully anticipatory grin painted on his face.
Ooph. Vow or not, I needed to unpack my toiletries before I handed the toys over to him. Would he be offended if I asked him to wait? “Let me unpack a bit first?”
He stepped back as if abashed. Benedict smoothed over the moment, taking the suitcase out of my hands and leading me to the bedroom we’d shared the night before.
“Make yourself at home,” he murmured, settling into the room’s arm chair and picking up a book.
Setting my toothbrush beside his felt domestic, significant, in a way that sharing a bathroom with Peter never had. This was just sex, I reminded myself. Unbelievably hot and crazy sex, sure, but it’d be dumb for me to catch feelings for any of them, or all of them, after knowing them for less than twenty-four hours. That wasn’t what any of us had signed on for.
Still, I felt his eyes follow me as I unpacked. Every time I peeked over at him, he appeared absorbed in his book, but he hadn’t turned a page since I walked into the room. That, more than anything else, gave me the confidence to walk out of the bedroom and hand the suitcase full of toys to James.
“It’s all yours, babe.”
His eyes lit up, and he dragged it right back into Benedict’s bedroom. Shoulda just left it in there, I guess.
Ibrahim drew me over to the couch and settled me beside him. I leaned my head on his shoulder. “What’s the plan for the day, then?”
“Explore downtown Denver. Find some Christmas carolers. Enjoy the spirit of the season.”
He cupped my cheek with his hand and drew me into a deep kiss. As his lips slipped against mine, I opened my mouth with a sigh. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned before snaking my arm around his neck to draw him closer. Our tongues stroked together, and my need grew.
Desperate for skin-to-skin contact, I slid my hands under his sweater, only for him to drag me into his lap, never letting go of my lips, our teeth frantically striking together. I straddled him, my hot core settling against his hard length through the layers of fabric, and ripped my lips away, throwing my head back as I rode him. The thought of James and Benedict watching the lace of my panties as Ibrahim pushed up my skirt and clutched at my hips intoxicated me.
Ibrahim released a moan and ran his hands from my belly to my chest. He pulled down the soft fur of my collar and nuzzled the soft skin of my breast. “Perfect Piper,” he murmured as he released a nipple from my bra and lashed it with his tongue. I squeezed my thighs together around his legs.
“Stop.” Benedict’s voice cracked through the room. Ibrahim and I froze like truant children. “Piper, a bit of anticipation will go a long way, I think, given the season.” Ibrahim thrust up against me one more time, making me ache with need.
