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“Hey, while I’ve got you here, I know you’re going home Sunday night, but Lance might need our help with a little project for Marissa. If you have a few minutes, I’d love to see what you think we can do for them.”

David dropped back into the chair he’d vacated as Elijah poured himself a scotch.

“I’m all ears. Always game for helping a friend.”

“It might involve a bit of deception toward Marissa, but hopefully she’ll forgive us when it’s all said and done.”

David crossed an ankle over his knee and leaved back with a grin as he Elijah walked him through the plan they were cooking up for Lance Moss and Marissa Sullivan. Being here like this with his family was making him even more grateful that he’d made the decision to rearrange his schedule so he and Emily could be here for this.

“Sounds great,” David said when Elijah finished. “I feel like we can pull all of that off. Emily and I can fly out late Sunday night instead of Sunday afternoon like we planned. That won’t mess anything up.”

“Perfect. Now get out of here and go be with your wife.”

David stood and set his empty glass on the desk. “See you in a few hours,” he said as he headed for the door.

Upstairs, Emily was awake and sorting through the presents they’d bought.

“We forgot about the dirty Santa game tonight,” Emily said as she looked at everything. “And I don’t think we got anything for Marissa.”

David chuckled. “There’s a gift store downstairs and I have the key. I’m sure we can come up with a couple of gifts for dirty Santa. As for Marissa, let me think about it for a minute. We’ll figure something out. Now come to bed with me. I want to snuggle before the party.”

Emily grinned and willingly crawled beneath the covers with him. He tugged her close and kissed the back of her head. “I love you. Thank you for coming this weekend.”

Despite having woken up from a nap recently, Emily fell asleep quickly and David could feel himself slipping as well.

13

“You dirty rotten bastard,” Marissa Sullivan said with a pout as David held his hand out for the gift she was holding.

David looked at Lance. “You gonna let her talk to me like that?”

Lance just shrugged. “You’re the one taking the gift she’s had her eye on all night.”

“Hey, it’s called Dirty Santa, folks. Now hand it over and go pick something else from under the tree,” David said.

Emily giggled. She didn’t realize how ruthless David could be in a game of dirty Santa, but he was a take no prisoners player and had set his sights on the exquisite set of leather cuffs in blood red leather from the moment they’d been opened. Now, they were his and according to the rules since the gift had already changed hands three times it couldn’t be stolen anymore.

Marissa stuck her tongue out at David and squealed when Lance, her fiancé, pinched her nipple through the thin lacy top she was wearing.

The group of party-goers were set up in the bar area playing dirty Santa before they moved to the dungeon and the party would transition to a regular play party. Several of the house subs had been ‘decorated’ like Christmas trees with some even sporting Christmas lights tied around their bodies. Emily thought it was sexy and funny all at the same time.

Dakota was next after Marissa opened an expensive bottle of liquor as her second gift.

“Let’s see, what do I want?” she asked out loud as she perused the stack of gifts under the tree that had been set up in the middle of the room. Then she turned and began stalking dramatically around the room looking at the gifts that had already been opened and could be stolen.

“Sure you don’t want this paddle?” Cassie, a former house sub, asked as she side-eyed her Dom.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin Mark’s Christmas that way, honey. He clearly can’t wait to use that thing on you.”

Cassie gave a pout but grinned at her partner who tousled her hair. From what Emily knew of the girl, she had a bit of a punishment fetish, so the paddle was probably a perfect gift for her.

Finally, Dakota snagged a wrapped box from under the tree and tore into it instead of stealing a gift from someone. “Oh snap, this is for some fancy, high tech sex,” Dakota said as she inspected the box. It was some kind of wi-fi controlled vibrator.

David leaned over to Emily and said, “I’ll bet you ten bucks Marissa or Lance go after that thing.”

Emily giggled. “I think you might be right but you’re good for a lot more than ten bucks aren’t you?”

He fisted his hand into her hair and tugged as he gave her a searing kiss that held the promise of just how much he was good for later.

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