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“I selfishly would like to spend Christmas Eve watching your eyes light up as we wander around the city, and I can’t do that if you’re cold.”
I looked at him flatly. “You’re full of shit.”
His smile was sharp as he raised my hand to slide a glove over my fingers. “Fine. I want to bend you over, spank your plugged ass until it’s bright red, shove my cock in your soaking wet pussy, and rail you until you’re screaming my name. I can’t do that if you’re sniffly and sick from the cold.”
A choked laugh escaped from James, who was in the middle of wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Let me echo Benedict’s sentiments. This is a selfish gift. We want to spend the day with you.”
I glanced at my tennis shoes. “First stop, snow boots, I think.”
Benedict buttoned my gloves, raising each hand to his lips to kiss it, while James chuckled from behind me. “Perfect. You can sit on Santa’s lap at the mall, too.”
Snow swirled around us as we stepped outside, the faint sounds of Christmas music following us from the hotel lobby. Someone raised the hood of my jacket over my head. I wasn’t surprised when Benedict stepped out from behind me.
“Come on, princess, let’s go enjoy the season.”
James dragged me away from him with a mock glare. “My turn,” he said. Benedict didn’t say anything, just watched us with amused eyes as James wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him.
“I’m not a chew toy for puppies to fight over,” I murmured.
James looked at me with surprise. “No, of course, you’re not. I’m just playing around, Piper. I’m sorry.”
How easily an apology slipped from those full lips, I thought with wonder. I drew his lips to mine and kissed him on the cheek while we walked.
“I’m too sensitive. Sorry.”
I couldn’t read the emotion on his face.
“There’s a department store a few blocks away,” he said, changing the subject. “Shall we play a game while we walk?”
“What game is that?” I asked, letting him change the subject.
“Every time we see a Christmas decoration, I get a kiss.”
I giggled. The city was full of holiday spirit. On each lamp post hung clusters of evergreen boughs and giant plastic ornaments, and storefronts were covered in lights and holiday displays. “We won’t get any walking done, then.”
He waggled his eyebrows at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “How about every time we see a candy cane?”
Ibrahim wrapped his arm around my waist on the other side. “I get a kiss every time we see a Santa, then.”
Benedict followed us, his eyes smoldering. In his slacks, sweater, and long wool coat, he looked like he was going to a corporate meeting as much as spending Christmas on the town with us. “And what about you, Benedict? When do you get your kisses?”
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, halting our forward movement. I gasped as the change in pace reminded me of the plug I wore, hot pleasure shooting through me. He pushed my hood aside and ran the sharp edge of his teeth up my exposed neck before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. I held back the moan threatening to escape as frustrated desire flooded through me. “I’ll kiss you whenever I damn well please.”
He stepped back with a smile. James and Ibrahim drew me forward, stealing kisses from me, and each other. We walked down the street that way until I was a buzzing bundle of nerves, like a can of soda about to burst from the pressure.
The department store radiated light and warmth as snowflakes danced around us. When I stuck out my tongue to catch a snowflake on my tongue, James swept me in for a deep kiss, leaving me breathless. “C’mon, darling. Let’s get you some boots before the slush ruins those absolutely luscious stockings.”
He took my hand and led me through the store, as the snow melted in our hair and on our jackets. As we approached the shoe department, he turned me to face him. Button by button, he opened my jacket and slid it off my shoulders. I flushed, exposed in my sexy Santa dress.
James handed my coat to Ibrahim, then bent his head and kissed my exposed collarbone, his blond hair falling into his eyes and hiding his expression. He worked his way up my sensitive neck and I clutched at him, my knees weakening as the ever-present ache in my core intensified. “Want to knock another item or two off of your bucket list?” he whispered as he traced the shell of my ear with his lips.
“Boots first,” Benedict interjected, his laconic voice bringing me back to the present.
James nodded sharply and steered me to a plush leather chair. I moaned when sitting down pushed the plug further inside me. Embarrassed by my wetness, I was sure I was leaving a puddle underneath me as I melted for these men.
“What size shoe do you wear, Piper?” James asked.
“Seven and a half,” I breathed as he kneeled in front of me, unlacing my sneakers. My mind flashed back to the moment in the airport, when I was bare beneath my skirt as he put my shoes on. His blue eyes darkened as he ran his fingers up and down my stockinged calves. Was he remembering that moment too? As an attendant set boxes beside me, I would normally have turned my attention to her, but James tightened his grip on my calves, running his fingers lightly up and down the insides of my knees.
