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CHRISTMAS IS MERRY IN THREES (1)

SCARLETT.The club is packed when I walk in, all glitter and red velvet and people dressed like they're trying to fuck Santa. Which, honestly, same.I'm wearing a Mrs. Claus outfit that's basically lingerie with a Santa hat—white fur trim on red satin that barely covers my ass, thigh-high boots, the whole deal. I look hot as hell and I know it.My name's Scarlett. I do porn for a living, which means I'm extremely comfortable with my body and what I want. And what I want tonight is to blow off some serious steam.I just wrapped a twelve-hour shoot doing a solo scene for a Christmas special. Lots of candy canes and ornaments and me touching myself in increasingly creative positions. It was hot—I got myself off three times for real—but it left me wound up and wanting more.So here I am at the most exclusive Christmas Eve party in the city, scanning the crowd for someone—or someones—to help me celebrate the holiday properly.The music's loud, bass thumping, and everyone's already drunk an

CHRISTMAS IS MERRY IN THREES (2)

SCARLETT.They descend on me like starving men at a feast.Marcus gets to me first, pulling me against him and kissing me hard while his hands explore. Jackson's behind me, lips on my neck, hands sliding around to cup my breasts. And Liam's on his knees, kissing up my thigh toward where I'm already soaking wet."Fuck," I breathe. "Yes. Just like that."We make it to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs and discarded clothing. By the time we hit my king-sized bed, I'm down to just my panties and they're all shirtless.And jesus christ, they're beautiful.Marcus is all lean muscle and tattoos I didn't notice before. Liam's got those perfect abs that come from religious gym time. And Jackson is just... built. Shoulders and chest and arms that could definitely throw me around.I am the luckiest woman alive right now."Lose the pants," I order, sitting back against the pillows to watch.They comply, and oh my god. All three of them are already hard, straining against their boxers, and my mouth

CHRISTMAS IS MERRY IN THREES (3)

SCARLETT.We take a break—hydrate, catch our breath, change condoms.I'm sprawled across the bed feeling pleasantly used and extremely satisfied when Jackson says, "So what else are you into?"I prop myself up on my elbows. "What do you mean?""You do this professionally," he gestures vaguely. "You must have favorite things. Things that really work for you."I consider. "I like it rough sometimes. Being held down. Told what to do even though I'm the one in charge—if that makes sense.""It does," Marcus says."I like using my mouth," I continue. "I'm really good at it and I enjoy the power dynamic. And I love..." I pause. "Multiple partners at once. Which is why you're all here.""At once," Liam repeats. "Like... at the same time?""If you're offering."They exchange looks again."We've never..." Marcus starts."That's fine. We'll go at whatever pace everyone's comfortable with." I sit up. "But if you're willing to experiment, I have some ideas.""I'm listening," Jackson says."Liam on

CHRISTMAS IS MERRY IN THREES (4)

SCARLETT.We don't leave the bed for the rest of the night.We try every position I can think of—me on top, them on top, bent over the side of the bed, against the window overlooking the city. We use toys I pull from my nightstand. We take turns, pair up, all pile on together.By the time midnight rolls around, I've lost count of how many times I've come.We're taking another break, sprawled across the bed drinking water, when church bells start ringing somewhere in the distance."Merry Christmas," Jackson says, raising his water bottle."Merry Christmas," we all echo.I look at these three strangers who showed up to a party and ended up in my bed, and I feel... good. Satisfied and happy and pleasantly exhausted."Thank you," I say. "For this. For being game. For making this the best Christmas Eve I've ever had.""Are you kidding?" Liam says. "We should be thanking you. This is—I mean—""Life-changing," Marcus supplies."Seriously," Jackson agrees. "I'm pretty sure we're never going t

THE MOB BOSS' DIRTY APOLOGY (1)

ISABELLAI'm staring at cold pasta when Vello finally walks through the door at midnight.Again."Tesoro," he says, loosening his tie. "You're still up."I don't answer. Just take another sip of wine—my third glass—and watch him move through our penthouse like he owns it. Which he does. Vello Vize owns half this city.He just doesn't seem to own any time for his wife."Isabella." He notices the uneaten dinner on the table. "You didn't have to wait.""I didn't wait," I say flatly. "I gave up waiting three hours ago."He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. Even exhausted, he's beautiful—sharp jawline, broad shoulders, those intense dark eyes that made me fall in love with him five years ago.Back when he still came home."I'm sorry. The meeting ran long—""They always run long.""Business—""Is more important than me. I know." I stand up, grabbing my wine glass. "I'm going to bed.""Isabella, wait—""For what, Vello? For you to promise it'll be different? We both know it won't

THE MOB BOSS' DIRTY APOLOGY (2)

ISABELLA.His hand slides between my thighs from behind and he makes this dark sound when he feels how wet I am."Fuck, you're soaked. Dripping." He rubs me through my panties. "All this just from fighting with me?""I told you—it's been too long—""I know." He yanks my panties down roughly. "And I'm going to make up for every second I left this needy pussy empty."He drops to his knees behind me and spreads me open with his thumbs. I feel his breath against me and then his tongue is on me and I cry out, hands scrabbling against the wall."Fuck—Vello—"He licks me from clit to ass, messy and enthusiastic, like he's been starving for this. His tongue pushes inside me and I'm already shaking, already so close to coming it's humiliating."Don't you dare," he growls, pulling back. "You don't come until I'm inside you. Until you remember exactly whose cock this pussy belongs to.""Please—""Please what?""Please fuck me—""Not yet." He stands, spinning me around and dropping to his knees i

THE MOB BOSS' DIRTY APOLOGY (3)

ISABELLA.He keeps his promise.We fuck three more times before dawn—slow and deep against the windows overlooking the city, hard and desperate in the shower, finally lazy and sweet back in bed as the sun comes up.Each time, he tells me how much he's missed me. How beautiful I am. How he's never neglecting me again.Each time, I believe him a little more.By the time we're finally spent, I can barely move."I'm going to be so sore," I mumble into the pillow."Good." He pulls me against his chest. "Every time you feel it tomorrow, you'll remember tonight. Remember that you're mine and I'm yours and I'm never letting you feel ignored again.""Big promises.""I mean every word." He tilts my face up to his. "I'm taking two weeks off. Starting today."I blink. "What?""Two weeks. Just you and me. No business, no obligations, nothing but us.""Vello, you can't just—""I can. I'm the boss." His thumb traces my lower lip. "And what I want is to take my wife to our villa in Positano and spend

THE MOB BOSS' DIRTY APOLOGY (4)

ISABELLA.The next week is a blur of sun and sex and reconnection.We fuck on every surface of the villa. The bed, the couch, the kitchen counter, the private beach. Against the windows, in the pool, on the boat.He can't keep his hands off me. Constantly touching, kissing, pulling me into his lap."Ride me," he says one afternoon, lying back on a lounge chair by the pool. "Want to watch those perfect tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."I straddle him, sinking down slowly, and he grips my hips."That's it. Take it all. Take every fucking inch."I start rolling my hips and he watches with dark eyes, thumbs stroking where we're joined."So beautiful like this. So fucking perfect." His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples. "My gorgeous wife. Can't believe I almost lost this.""You didn't—""I could have." He pinches my nipples and I gasp, clenching around him. "But never again. Never again am I letting work come before this. Before us."He pulls me dow

HIS DAUGHTER, HER BEST-FRIEND (1)

MAYA.The cabin looks like a goddamn Christmas fantasy when I pull up—all twinkle lights and snow piling up on the roof, smoke coming from the chimney. I should be excited. Christmas week with my best friend, her family, hot chocolate and movies and all that cozy shit.Except my phone buzzes before I even get out of the car.Jess: OMG we're stuck. Roads closed. Won't make it until tomorrow AT LEAST. Dad's there though! He said he'll take care of you.I stare at that text for way too long.Dalen's here. Alone.My stomach does this stupid flip thing it's been doing since I met him seven years ago. I was twenty-one, Jess's new college roommate, and he'd shown up to help us move in. Fifty and recently widowed and so far out of my league I should've laughed at myself for even looking.I didn't laugh. I've been looking ever since.Now I'm twenty-eight, he's fifty-six, and I'm about to spend the night alone with him in a remote cabin during a snowstorm. Cool. Totally cool. I'm absolutely not

HIS DAUGHTER, HER BEST-FRIEND (2)

MAYA.We barely make it to his room.We're kissing the whole way up the stairs, stumbling, hands grabbing. He pushes me against the hallway wall halfway up and kisses me until I can't breathe, one thigh between my legs, and I grind against him like I'm in heat."Bedroom," I gasp."Right. Fuck. Yeah."His room is dark wood and forest green, king-sized bed already turned down like he knew—like he hoped—and the second we're through the door he's pulling my sweater over my head."Jesus Christ," he breathes, looking at me in just my bra and leggings. "You're so fucking beautiful."I reach for his flannel, fumbling with buttons. "You have too many clothes on."He helps, shrugging out of the shirt, and oh my god. Dalen Morrison shirtless is a religious experience. Broad chest, muscles that come from actual work not a gym, scattered gray hair, everything I've fantasized about but better because he's real and right here.I run my hands over his chest and he shudders."Maya—""Touch me," I beg.

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