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“It’s not high maintenance to enjoy the finer things in life,” Knox argues.

“I suppose that’s true,” Porter concedes, eyes sliding to mine before dropping to my lips. I cross my legs, squeezing them together to relieve a bit of pressure from the overwhelming testosterone surrounding me. “You okay there, Cupcake?”

“Peachy,” I choke out. Glancing around, I wonder how many people in this place know the two men I’m with. “Are you not worried about us being seen together here?”

“Anyone who would recognize the both of us would definitely not be here tonight. And this place is phone free.” Porter gestures to a sign on the wall. “It’s a lot of celebrities and politicians coming here for a good time. Not to be recorded. They’re pretty serious about it.”

“Well, good thing you told me before I took a picture and got tackled by the bouncer,” I sass.

“Aww, don’t worry, Pop Tart,” Knox says. “I would’ve intercepted him.”

“How lucky am I?” I say, fluttering my eyelashes, and placing a palm over my heart.

“Considering you’re spending Christmas Eve with the two of us?” he says, grinning at Porter. “I’d say you’ve been a pretty good girl this year.”

“Is that so?” I ask, eyeing Knox’s costume.

“Sure is. Come tell Santa what to bring you,” he says, patting his thigh and gesturing for me to sit.

“The only thing you’re capable of bringing is the twelve STDs of Christmas,” Porter says, laughing deeply.

“Oh, fuck off, you know I’m Mr. Clean,” Knox retorts, but his tone is lighthearted.

I lean back, bringing my mouth to Porter’s ear. “Aww, didn’t you ever learn to share?”

A warm laugh escapes him. “I can share. When I want to.”

“Oh, really?” I ask, with a cocked brow. “So it wouldn’t bother you if I slid onto his lap?”

Porter waves his hand, paired with an expression that saysbe my guest.

I turn back to Knox, snaking my arm around his neck, and he pulls me onto him, resting a warm hand on my thigh. “Don’t worry, Porter,” I say, rubbing my heeled feet against his leg, “you can have my feet. I know they’re your favorite part anyway.”

“Oh,” Knox says, dragging a hand through my hair. “You’ve discovered his weakness then?”

“Hah! I knew it,” I say, sliding my foot slowly up Porter’s leg, and he grabs it, pausing my exploration.

“Brat,” Porter says, his hand gliding up my ankle and calf, gaze heating me from the inside out as he smirks at Knox over my shoulder.

Knox shifts below me, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but it has gotten h-o-t in here. He brushes my hair to the side with his fingertips, then says, “So what do you want for Christmas, Pop Tart?”

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PORTER

Andi’s eyes find mine, a challenge behind them as she trails her hand up and down Knox’s bare torso. I wait for the jealousy to come, but all that happens is I get fucking hard.

If it were any other guy, this is definitely the part where I’d tell them to back off. But things have never been that way between me and Knox. We’ve shared girls in the past, and I can’t help but be curious how I’d feel about us sharingher.Considering we’re just getting this out of our systems.

“Ask me again later,” Andi says, arms hooked around his neck.

“Why?” Knox asks. “Afraid you’ll change your mind?”

“Ho ho ho,”a voice says over the loudspeaker, grabbing our attention.

“What’s going on?” Andi asks, and I point to my ear, gesturing for her to listen.

“‘Twas the last twerk before Christmas, when all through Ploutos, the drinks were free flowing: shots, champagne, and cosmos. Everyone waited round the dance floor and stared, in hopes elves would soon shake their asses off there. One lucky winner will soon be snug in their bed, with five grand in cash tucked under their head. Come down to the dance floor so we can begin the search for the Last Twerk Before Christmas Champion!”

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