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“Don’t spoil the mood.”

He jumped. The smack on his ass wasn’t anticipated. “Hey, now. I have to sit on that tush for an entire night in a cold sleigh. Don’t make things any worse.”

“Go spread some joy,” she chuckled. “The kids are waiting.”

He slung a big red sack over one shoulder. “Afterward, how about we spread some joy together?” He added a suggestive wink.

“Do a good job and I’ll throw in something much better than milk and cookies,” she replied. “I might even let you unwrap your present early.”

Laughter filled the halls for the next hour. The kids were happy. The visitors were happy. Leeona was happy.

And for once, on Christmas, he was happy.

Chapter Nineteen

Leeona

The holidays were over. Everything on her list was checked off. There was nothing left to ask for. Tommy’s health was improving. There was a man in her life. And, she’d found herself, after digging out from under layers and layers of lies and misconceptions. Nothing was weighing her down anymore. Nothing was holding her down either. She’d been freed, mentally, physically, and sexually. It wasn’t the end of the journey though. There was more to learn. There was more to experience. Stephen was the gateway to all of it. His suggestions were always spot-on... but this latest proposal came out of left field, blindsiding her. She’d never considered the possibility.

She enjoyed being watched. Just the idea of experiencing new sensations was thrilling. The question was: how much more was she ready for?

“We’ve talked about this,” he said. “If you have any doubts, the evening’s plans stop right here, right now. There is no pressure... no one is forcing you.”

“I know,” she replied. “I’ve had plenty of time to think it over, and I want to.” Trying new things was what life wasall about. It took her twenty-eight years to figure that out. Marrying as a teen because of a pregnancy was the biggest mistake of her life, not that she’d change a thing given the chance. Tommy was born from that union. He was her pride and joy. Being his mother was her true calling.

Knock. Knock.

It was time. She inhaled deeply, moving to the spot she first stood in front of Stephen, with the same rush washing over her. It was the not knowing—it was the curiosity—it was the anticipation, and every second of it left her dripping from exhilaration.

“Come on in,” Stephen said, shaking a man’s hand.

First impressions were key to all of them. She needed to spark interest in him and vice versa for the night’s activities to go off without a hitch.

“Have a seat. I’ll grab drinks. Your usual okay?” Stephen asked.

“Mmm,” his friend responded, not taking his eyes off of her.

“Leeona, this is my good friend, Kyle,” Stephen said, his back to them at the mini-bar. He turned around briefly, eyes twinkling with the same excitement she was feeling.

She nodded a silent greeting. Introductions were a formality. Regardless of knowing his name, he was a stranger—a stranger who was about to have her in any way he wanted—a stranger who was about to be the third man to be inside her.

Stephen poured drinks—whisky on the rocks. He sat on one side of the sofa, while his friend took the other side, discussing old times as if she wasn’t even there. His head turned mid-sentence, intensely gazing at her. “Leeona, why don’t you strip?”

Her entire body flushed with a heightened sensitivity, heat increasing between her legs, nipples tingling as they stiffened.

This was it.

The best night of her life was about to begin.

All the preparations for this part were left up to her. Complicated wasn’t sexy. She’d made it simple. The silk robe which had been her sole protection against lust-filled eyes fell, forming a pile around her feet.

“So this is the girlfriend,” Kyle said, standing. “Not much on theatrics, huh?” Every step he made was carefully executed—the theatrics he’d mentioned. In this evening’s production, his role was clear. He was a pack alpha, forming a bond. Once in place, there’d be no defying him. She’d be willingly at his mercy.

A quick glance at Stephen told her no help was coming from him.

“How many?” Kyle asked.

“Four,” Stephen replied.

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