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“Not a single time,” he assures me, and I lean back against the headboard. “And Andi’s name isn’t mentioned. Only someone who recognizes her face could know it’s her.”

“Well, I guess that’s good,” Andi says, glancing at me.

“Yeah,” I say, leaning back against the pillows.But it could’ve been bad. Really bad.

“It is good,” Knox says. “And it’ll blow over in a few days. If anyone asks, Andi and I met at Ploutos. We had a good time. There’s nothing more to tell.”

Andi rests a hand on my arm. “As long as we’re all fine with that.”

“Yeah, of course,” I reply. “It’s the best explanation for all of us.”

“Agreed,” Andi says. “Now that’s settled, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Well, what’s left on your little list, Ms. Mischief?” Knox asks.Besides almost blowing up my life?I force myself to shake off any remaining negative thoughts.

“Well, I never got to do the elf licking whipped cream off my tits thanks to this confusing, jealous asshole,” Andi says, glaring at me, and I shut her up with a kiss. “So the lastpossibleitem is the gingerbread man cookies. Which is great because I definitely need the carbs. Wanna join?”

“As fun as that sounds,” Knox says, “some of us actually have to visit family for Christmas.”

“Booo,” Andi grumbles.

“You guys are welcome to join. My parents always make plenty,” Knox offers.

“I don’t think I could be in the same room as your mother after what we did last night,” Andi says. “Can you imagine? Oh, hey, Andi, how do you and Knox know each other?” she says, presumably impersonating Knox’s mom. “Well, he face fucked me while his best friend railed me from behind.”

“You know,” Knox says, placing his hands on the bed and bending down to Andi’s eye level. “I think that’s more of a don’t ask, don’t tell type of situation.” He kisses her, then walks towards the door.

“Merry Christmas!” Andi says. “And thanks for the orgasms.”

“Same time next year?” Knox teases.

“Definitely,” Andi and I chime in unison.

* * *

“Okay, this one’s damn near perfect,” Andi says, and I walk over to see her cookie craftsmanship.

A loud laugh escapes me as I stare down at a gingerbread man with a giant dick and balls. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a gingerbread man,” she says casually.

“Okay, and what’s between its legs?”

“Have you never seen a dick before? I would’ve thought you at least snuck a peek at Knox’s last night.”

“Okay, smartass,” I say, spanking her, and she yelps. “But why does your cookie have one?”

“Didn’t you read the list?” I stare at her in confusion, and she pulls it out.

Gingerbread man cookies. XLGD.

“I’m not computing.”

“Gingerbread man cookies,” she says like I’m stupid. “Extra. Large. Ginger. Dick.”

“Wow, I really have no clue about the acronyms used these days. I don’t know past LOL or LMAO.”

“Learn something new every day, old man,” she says, patting my chest and putting the cookies in the oven.

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