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“Stay.”

CHAPTER 34

NINA

Christmas Eve is the most magical night of the year, in my opinion. And tonight, it’s even more magical than usual.

“These are the funniest Christmas pajamas I’ve ever seen!” I burst out laughing at the four of us standing in front of the big mirror in the study in our matching doggie pajama sets. I still can’t believe the guys bought these, let alone that they’re actually wearing them.

“Nothing says sex appeal like holiday puppy jammies,” Jarek says.

Zander rolls his eyes, and Pascal stifles a laugh.

“Come on,” Zander says dryly. “Let’s watch a Christmas movie while we’re steeped in holiday spirit.”

We pile onto the couch under one blanket. I’m in the middle, with Zander on one side and Jarek on the other, and Pascal is at the end with my feet in his lap. Four people, one blanket. It’s a tight squeeze. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Pascal starts rubbing my feet somewhere during the opening credits. He does it absentmindedly, his thumbs pressing slow circles into my arches, his eyes on the screen. By the time the main character arrives in her small town, his hand has drifted up to my ankle. Then my calf.

Beneath the blanket, other hands start to roam.

Zander’s comes first. It slides up under my pajama shirt, and his thumb circles my nipple until it hardens. He doesn’t look away from the TV. His face gives away absolutely nothing.

Then Jarek’s hand lands on my thigh and slides between my legs. He rubs me slowly through the thin flannel, and a small moan slips out of me before I can stop it.

“Something wrong?” Jarek asks innocently.

I exhale. “Shut up.”

I reach into both their laps, and my fingers find them already hard. Jarek hisses. Zander’s jaw tightens.

I turn my head and find Pascal watching me. The movie is forgotten. His hand is still on my calf, and he’s looking at me like he’d like to devour me whole.

Zander reaches for the remote and pauses the movie.

“Floor,” he says. “By the fire.”

“We’re not finishing the movie?” Jarek asks.

“No.”

“I was invested,” Jarek jokes.

“You’ll live.”

Zander pulls the couch cushions onto the rug in front of the hearth, then the blanket, then a couple of throw pillows. It’s a nest, built with the same efficiency he brings to everything. He takes my hand and helps me up off the couch, then lays me down on the cushions in front of the fire.

The heat from the hearth warms one side of my body. Three men kneel around me.

I’ve had a threesome before, but never all four of us.

But there’s a first time for everything, and we’ll figure this out together.

“Pascal,” Zander says. “Her shirt.”

Pascal leans over me and unbuttons my pajama top slowly, one button at a time, kissing each inch of skin as it’s uncovered. He pushes the fabric open.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looks at me for a long moment. “Every time we’re together, it’s like seeing you for the first time.”