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“I hope not,” Ramsey and Fitz say in unison.

“Agreed,” Warrick growls.

My gaze slides to him, and he’s got his hands wrapped around the arms of the chair, like he’s desperately trying to hold himself back from pouncing. I lick my lips, dropping the lingerie to the side before digging in for the next item.

“Look at me, shortcake,” Ramsey says as I pull out a pretty cream slip dress that I think might also be lingerie. I know some women could wear it in public and totally pull it off with style and grace. But unfortunately, I don’t have the skills necessary to manage that without showing off my entire butt. Not just the cute bottom cheek part, either. “We’re getting to the good stuff.”

The gifts continue with matching bra and panties sets, thongs—that I’ll probably never wear—and a couple of bodysuits that are really freaking soft and stretchy but made out of a material similar to a jersey T-shirt.

“Fitzy,” I whisper, shoving everything aside as I spin around to face him. “You know how much I appreciate you, right?”

“Yeah, Tinsel. Do you like it?”

“I love it. You picked all of this out?” I ask, nuzzling my cheek to his as my fingers dance through his scruff.

“I did, but we split the cost. That way, you wouldn’t be upset it was too much,” Fitz says, catching my bottom lip with his teeth. He swirls his tongue around it.

I moan, grinding over his lap.

“Now these are thereallygood pictures.” Ramsey laughs from behind us. “Video would be significantly hotter.”

Fitz groans as we pull back, and my weight falls onto his cock. The way his hands tighten on my hips, helping me give a final roll, says he likes the extra friction.

“Not a fucking chance,” Warrick scoffs. It takes me way too long to put it together that he’s replying to Ramsey. “We’re far too famous to risk a sex tape.”

I grin over my shoulder at Ram. “Maybe one day, but it would have to be deleted right after.”

“Aww, shortcake. Where’s the fun in that?”

“Maybe not fun, but safe,” Fitz says, his voice thick with his arousal.

“Exactly,” Warrick grunts.

Ramsey’s eyes sparkle. “They’re so boring. We’ll have to get into enough trouble to keep things interesting.”

I laugh, burying my face in Fitz’s shoulder. They’re all important to me for different reasons.

ChapterSixteen

Ramsey

The final gift Tinley opens is a hot cocoa set with all the stuff to make s’mores. Unfortunately, the electric fireplace doesn’t allow for that, but the adorable little omega seems quite content with her hot chocolate and marshmallows.

It’s a blessing Fitz knows her so well. She lights up like a Christmas tree when she spots the mini-marshmallow shaker.

We spend a few hours watching a Christmas movie. I’m fully expecting War to make a scene when Fitz carries her to her room, but I exhale in relief when he simply grunts, shuts off the television, and heads for his room. I’ve got the strong urge to cuddle, which is in no way my normal style. I spot Tinley passed out on Fitz’s chest as he watches her like a total creep factory.

I don’t ask for permission. It’s a queen-size bed, and with her all up on his chest, I figure he’ll hardly notice me.

I chuckle, shaking my head when his hand leaves her ass to flip me off. It doesn’t stop me from sliding under the covers behind her and making sure I’m plastered to her back.

A low, ragged purr starts in my chest. I keep my eyes closed so I don’t have to see Fitz and whatever look he’s giving me. Tinley’s hair is still a little damp as I bury my face in it, breathing in her sweet pumpkin pie scent.

* * *

I wake up in the middle of the night and roll over to locate my omega. Fitz is spread out wide on the other side, but Tinley is missing.

I frown, glancing around and wondering if War came and snatched her up in the middle of the night.

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