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My cheeks heat at the memory of him unhinged and feral in the limo. “Yes.”
“Well, if you don’t want to get thrown over someone’s knee and spanked, you will let us spoil you rotten for Christmas. You got that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Sir?” West growls. “Oh, I fucking like that word on your lips, princess.”
Zeke laughs. “She didn’t call you Sir.”
A dark chuckle rolls through him. “Oh, she fucking will.”
ChapterSeventy-Eight
LILY—SIX WEEKS LATER
Christmas Eve
Zeke’s fingers curl around mine and pull me from the car.
“Can I take off my blindfold yet?”
I recognize West’s scent coming up behind me. His arm slips around my waist, his hot mouth on my ear. “Soon, princess. Have a little patience.”
The biting wind whips my hair, and I shiver despite being wrapped in my coat and scarf.
“You cold, shorty?”
“A little.” I shiver again.
Xander’s arms snake around me from behind, and the heat of his body warms me.
“Keep walking,” Zeke urges. The three of us shuffle awkwardly forward, the sound of late-night traffic humming in the background and the scent of the city in my nose. Where the hell are we, and what deviousness have my guys cooked up?
“Is this my Christmas present?” I bounce on my toes. “Because I have the best surprises planned for you.” I giggle at the thought of the gifts I’ve picked out for each of them.
“Nope. Not a Christmas gift,” West replies.
We come to a stop, and I turn my head in every direction, straining to hear anything that might offer me some clue as to where we are.
“You ready, shorty?”
“Yes!” I squeal, then remember to add, “Please.”
The blindfold falls from my face, and I blink as the bright lights of the WXZ lobby come into focus. “You brought me to your building?”
West squeezes my hand in his. “Not ourbuilding, princess.”
Xander presses his lips against my ear. “Ourbuilding.”
I frown. “That’s what I said.”
“Look up,” Zeke says, and my eyes follow his to the giant polished steel WXZ sign twenty feet above our heads. Except that it no longer says WXZ.
“WXYZ?” They changed their company name? “What’s the Y for?”
Zeke brushes his lips over my knuckles while Xander rests his chin on my shoulder. I turn to West for an answer.
His eyes narrow, and I feel like I’m missing something obvious. “The Y is for you, princess.”
