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“Oh god,” I gasped, my body tensing. “I’m close.”

Ronan’s mouth moved to my ear, his voice a low growl. “Come for us. Let us see you fall apart.”

And with those words, pure, dizzying pleasure enveloped me. I cried out, my hands gripping Levi’s hair tightly as I rode out my orgasm.

As I came down from my high, their mouths gentled and their touches softened.

I opened my eyes to find them watching me with such intensity it almost hurt to meet their gazes. This wasn’t just about physical pleasure anymore, it was about trust, aboutletting my walls crumble completely. About finding home in the most unexpected place.

Their faces were flushed, eyes dark with more than desire. There was possession there, yes, but also protection, tenderness, and something deeper that none of us were quite ready to name. They made me feel both utterly possessed and completely free.

Some gifts can’t be wrapped, and in this moment, I realized they were the best one of all.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Levi

Itugged at my tie for the hundredth time as I watched Emery walk across the living room in a burgundy sweater dress. The same one that had made me lose my mind in the changing room weeks ago. Combined with those black heels that did sinful things to her legs, she was a walking Christmas fantasy and not just because she was wearing leggings with little sparkly snowflakes all over them.

“Stop fidgeting.” Max nudged me with his elbow, looking annoyingly put-together in his fitted charcoal suit.

“I’m not fidgeting.” I was absolutely fidgeting. “Why did we all agree to this again?”

“Because you can’t avoid your mother forever.” Ronan checked his watch. “And Emery gave you those puppy eyes when you mentioned the party.”

He wasn’t wrong. One look from those big brown eyes and I’d found myself not only agreeing to attend my mother’s annualChristmas extravaganza but also somehow convincing these two to come along.

Emery stopped in front of us and spun around. “How do I look?”

“You look...” I searched for a word or phrase that wouldn’t get me punched by either of my best friends.

“Incredible.” Max was clearly uninventive with his adjectives.

The smile she gave us could have lit up the entire neighborhood. “You guys clean up pretty nice yourselves.”

The drive to my mother’s house was torture. Emery sat next to me in the back of Ronan’s SUV, her dress riding up just enough to drive me crazy. Every time we turned a corner, her thigh would press against mine.

It came as no surprise to me that my mother’s house looked like Santa’s workshop had exploded all over it. Lights covered every conceivable surface, and an army of light-up reindeer stood guard on the lawn. She hired a company every year to decorate the entire house inside and out. It was lavish and ridiculous.

“Subtle as always,” I muttered as we walked up the path to the door.

Emery squeezed my hand. “I think it’s magical.”

The door opened before we could knock, and there stood my mom, Diana, in all her holiday glory, wearing a designer red dress that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent.

“Levi! And Max and Ronan too! What a wonderful surprise!” She did actually look surprised to see me even though I’d RSVP’d.

“Hi, Mom.” I gave her a hug and handed her a bottle of wine I’d brought.

While this was a Christmas dinner party, there were still five days until the big day. Perfect timing for my mother to show off her wealth and influence to her friends, all whilepretending it was about holiday cheer. I’d seen enough of these events growing up to know better. The decorations might scream Christmas, but the networking and social climbing happening inside would put Wall Street to shame.

Her eyes landed on Emery, and my spine stiffened. “And who is this lovely young lady?”

This was the moment I hadn’t properly thought through. We hadn’t discussed how to handle public situations with us all yet, but I couldn’t exactly introduce Emery as the woman I was sharing with my two best friends.

“This is Emery, my girlfriend.” The words came out before I could stop them or fully think them through.

Max and Ronan tensed beside me, their stiff postures radiating discomfort at my impulsive introduction. I couldn’t blame them; this wasn’t how we’d planned to handle things. Not that we’d planned anything at all.

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