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I’m glad the perfectly curated reputation I portray at CBU has made an impression, but in my personal life, no one would consider me a buzzkill. I just like to have my fun in private.

“Do you wanna know what it is or not?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

“Fine. Tell me.”

Her chestnut eyes hold mine as she confidently says, “It’s a threesome.”

“A what?” I ask stupidly.

“Well, when three people like each other very much—”

“I know what a threesome is,” I retort as we continue walking.

“You sure? Cuz I can draw a diagram if you’d—”

“That won’t be necessary.” I glare at her.

“Yeah, soobviouslyyou can’t help with that one, but I’ll figure something out.”

What the hell does she even mean?

“So are you just gonna go to the bar with a sign saying ‘Hump me. I’m horny, wanna have a threesome?’”

“I’d like to think I have alittlemore game than that, Coach.” She grins, patting me on the chest.

“Let me see the list again,” I say, holding out my hand. She sets it in my palm, and I unfold it before taking a picture with my phone. “I think we can mark off one of these tonight.”

“Yeah? Which one?” she asks as I hold the door open for her to exit the building. I follow her into the sunshine, and we stop on the sidewalk.

“It’s a surprise. I’ll pick you up at five.” Bending down, I brush my lips against the shell of her ear and whisper, “Wear something festive.”

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ANDI

“Oh, come on,” I beg. “Can’t you at least tell me what we’ll be tackling?”

“Nope,” Porter says, hands gripping the steering wheel with that sexy confidence I hate. At a red light, his eyes flick to me briefly, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s appraising the skimpy elf costume I chose at his instructions to wear something festive.

“Not even a hint?” When he doesn’t play along, I opt to fuck with him instead. “Never mind. I know what it is.”

He raises a brow. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

“The triple gumdrop. For sure.” I note the way his jaw ticks as he readjusts his grip. “You seemed eagerly curious about that one.”

“Cute,” he grits out.

“Cute? Okay, maybe we’re not thinking about the same thing. See, in my version, partner number one is bent over, spread open and—”

Porter lifts a hand to stop me. “Thank you, I think I can grasp the concept just fine without your visual aid.”

“Suit yourself. It’s an excellent visual aid. Got me through quite a few lonely nights.”

“Another unnecessary visual aid,” he grumbles under his breath.

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing.” He clears his throat. “I saw you had gingerbread man tower crossed off. What’s up with that?”

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