Jingle Ball

Jingle Ball KJ Reed As an early Christmas gift, I scored an exclusive invitation to a Hilltop House party. I’d heard the rumors about what goes on there—orgies, ménages, voyeurism—and I planned to be a little voyeuristic myself. I’d been a good girl, after all. Certainly I deserved to witness a walk on the wild side. What I didn’t plan on was going from spectator to participant. When I met Dane, I discovered how quickly my plans could change. And when Ryder was thrown into the mix? Merry Christmas to me! These two sexy men had no problem adding much-needed sizzle to my cold winter night.

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JINGLE BALL

KJ Reed

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Chapter One Jingle All the Way… I adjusted the top to my costume and jiggled my breasts so they were better situated. Okay, girls, time to have some fun. With a little adjustment to the hem of my super-short Santa-style dress, I stepped out of the car. As I walked up the cobblestone sidewalk to the front door of the mansion, I realized that this was the point of no return. I could walk back to my car, get in and drive away. Nobody would know, and nothing would be lost. Nothing gained either. And that was the entire point. That was the whole reason I took Zara’s invitation to the Jingle Ball. Everyone wanted to know what went on at the secretive holiday parties thrown in the Hilltop House. The rumors were many, and they all sounded beyond sexy. But few were invited and they all stayed mum. Curiosity was probably my one serious downfall in life. So how could I pass up an opportunity to see the ultra-exclusive Christmas party? Even if I just observed, I knew I would be in for some fun. And to tell the truth, things had been a little boring. I could use a little holiday spice. Like adding a pinch of peppermint to the hot chocolate…who could resist? A woman wearing all black who looked as if she was in her sixties answered the door. Her smile was warm, but she said nothing, only held out a hand. I passed over the invitation Zara gave me and waited while she studied it. What, people actually tried to make counterfeit invitations to these parties? She really had to examine the thing? After she was satisfied, she led me to a set of huge double doors on the other side of the first floor. I could hear soft music pulsing behind them, but nothing more. The woman paused expectantly, and I realized she was holding out her hand for my coat.

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Anxious as I was to see what was behind Door Number One, the thought of taking off my coat and wearing only the slinky little dress was still a bit unnerving. The outfit really was meant more for the bedroom only. Maybe my interpretation of the dress code was way off. I knew it was a costume party, and Zara had said the sexier the costume, the better. But this was probably too much. My entire ass was going to hang out if I bent to pick up a napkin. Though I wouldn’t mind someone taking that as an invitation… No. Needing to rip the bandage off, I flung my coat off my shoulders and handed it to her as quickly as possible. Before I could yank it back on and run for the nearest turtleneck. But when the woman opened the door, my fears about being underdressed were completely set aside. Clearly, I was the prude of the group. The first person I saw was a woman with only a sprig of holly covering each breast and what looked like tinsel wrapped around her crotch. That couldn’t be comfortable. A man stood behind her, hand comfortably splayed over her naked belly, whispering in her ear. From this angle, he looked completely naked. Though maybe he wore teeny shorts. Or maybe not. A few men wore some form of festive boxers with cute designs on them, but that was all. Women donned anything from slutty elf costumes to strategically placed bows and nothing more. The entire party seemed so contradictory to the classic, old-world feeling of the huge house. Gorgeous dark wood, plush carpets and designer furniture. Tasteful, understated holiday decorations. And, of course, balls. Both of the human and plastic decorative kind. What’s a holiday party without some balls? I bit my lip to keep the giggle at bay, knowing it was more from nerves than anything. But this was exactly why I’d come. To see. Zara wasn’t kidding when she said, Anything goes at the Jingle Ball. How she’d managed to snag me an invitation, I didn’t know. But I’d be eternally grateful. This 6

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night of exploration was my own present to myself, and I was glad I didn’t have to wait until Christmas morning to open it. “Regina!” I turned, hearing Zara’s voice, and spotted her dark-red curls through two people. Following the sound of her laughter, I walked up until I found her sitting on a sofa along one wall. A woman with ink-black hair and skin so pale she looked like a china doll sat beside her, one hand caressing Zara’s thigh under the Christmas-green miniskirt she wore. I hustled over, trying not to stare at the man standing right by the sofa, completely naked, with a woman hanging candy canes from his erection. “Hey. I’m a little late.” “No prob. You haven’t missed too much. If you want, you can grab some food from the kitchen, that’s all we’ve done so far.” I couldn’t handle the thought of food right then so I shook my head. Zara studied me carefully, not even noticing when the other woman’s hand slipped completely under her skirt. As if the feel of feminine fingers against her pussy wasn’t even consequential. “You look good. Little conservative, but it’s a nice outfit for your first trip.” I wanted to choke on the laughter bubbling in my throat. Conservative? After hours agonizing over Zara’s mysterious hint about the dress code—Costume required, coverage optional—I’d finally gone with a cute little Mrs. Claus outfit. The skirt was short enough to show off the ruffled white panties I’d picked if I bent over too far, and the top cut down to almost my bellybutton. But compared to some other women in the room, I was almost a nun. Kind of cool, actually. “Zara, they’re about to start.” A hard, warm chest brushed up against my arm as a man sidestepped around me to sit next to Zara on the couch.

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“Hmm.” With the other woman’s hand working more vigorously, Zara seemed less attentive now. “Dane, this is my friend Regina. Regina, meet Dane.” Dane, wearing a pair of shorts that were the same red as a Santa suit, with white trim around his waistband, held out a hand and gave me a smile that promised friendship as much as mischief. “First time?” “Yes.” Well, good. That came out sounding halfway normal. I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes away from the sprinkling of hair that led down his flat abdomen and disappeared beneath that white trim. When I finally yanked my gaze back to his face, his grin said it all. “We’ll break you in gently then.” With a wink he placed his hands on well-muscled thighs and stood, giving me a perfect shot of the bulge in his boxers. That promised to be one big candy cane. “Let’s head over for the next exhibit. Looks like Zara is going to be preoccupied.” Zara? Oh yeah. Coming out of my man-candy coma, I looked down to see the china doll’s mouth firmly clamped on one of my friend’s breasts. Right. Well. She was just a little busy. “I’ll follow your lead.” Dane took my hand and wove through the crowd, stopping every so often to say hello. All the simple, polite gestures I thought were so benign in a crowd—a tap on the shoulder, a bump of arms, slithering behind someone’s back—seemed all the more erotic with the various stages of undress of the people around me. The flush burned as it raced up my neck, but I managed to keep my face as impassive as possible. No big deal. Just three dozen half-naked people all in one room, waiting to make their way to other rooms to have sex with each other eventually. Must be a Tuesday. Right. I’m really not a prude, far from it actually. But I think it was the blatant sexual overtone that took me by surprise. No hiding it behind a thin veil. Just out there in the open.

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Dane waved at someone and tugged gently, so I had no choice but to follow. Not that I had other plans. We finally ended up next to some stage somewhere to the far left of the room. He came to a stop by a man with sandy-blond hair sitting in one chair, hand on the one next to his. He wore shorts similar to Dane’s and had matching abs. Holy hell. Beefcakes of a feather flock together. “Ryder, thanks for saving a seat.” The blond—Ryder—took his hand off the other chair. “No prob. Place is filling up fast. People really want to get in their holiday jollies.” He gave me a quick, frank onceover, not bothering to hide his smile. “And what did you bring with you? Party favor?” I laughed nervously and Dane squeezed my hand. “Friend of Zara’s. She’s busy so I brought her over myself. This is Regina. Regina, good friend of mine, Ryder.” I held out a hand, and he gave it a warm, firm shake. Maybe it was my heightened senses, but it almost felt as if his thumb rubbed a slow circle over the back of my hand. But he let go without problem. Looking down, I realized that Dane’s friend had only saved one seat, and the others around them were full. “I’ll just go stand toward the back.” “No way.” Dane circled a hand around my upper arm, holding me gently. “There’s enough room for both.” Then before I could figure out where he was going with that, he sat on the empty chair and pulled me down onto his lap. It was impossible to miss the erection through his thin shorts, pressing against my ass with every movement. I sat very still, upright, trying to lean forward a little to take the weight off. “Lean back.” Dane’s hand snaked around my waist and pressed me back against him, so I reclined over him as I would a lounge chair at the pool. Even after I was settled, his hand remained. His pinky finger rested just above my mound. “What…what’s the exhibition?”

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“Burlesque routine. Meant to teach, but mostly it’s just to tease.” Ryder placed a hand on my thigh to get my attention as some of the lights dimmed and pointed with his other. In a lower voice he said, “Here she comes.” She was an ice-blonde with pasties and ruffled bloomer-style panties that covered a surprisingly decent amount of her bottom. With her hair in wild bedroom curls, and a top hat set jauntily to one side, it was a very unique look. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The music started and she walked to the middle of the stage. Each step had a purpose, and not just to get her from Point A to Point B. It was as if her entire body was born to tantalize. The flick of her hip as she turned had all eyes riveted. The entire thing was calculated with seduction in mind. Each centimeter of movement was another opportunity to have the men—and some of the women—drooling in their seats. I’d never been into women, and even I wanted to wipe at the corner of my mouth to check for drool. When the blonde bent down to stroke her leg from the ankle up, Dane’s hand flexed against my stomach. Ryder’s fingers squeezed my thigh, massaging just a little. Ho boy. Two men had their hands on me, and it wasn’t even sexual yet…was it? Either way, I was feeling the heat, and I wondered if Dane would soon notice my temperature rising. Dancing, shaking her breasts gently, the blonde slowly worked the ruffled bloomers down to reveal the tiniest of thongs, barely covering anything at all. But suddenly, Dane’s hand wasn’t covering my stomach. His fingers walked their way down my ribs—okay, that tickled just a little—to the crease between my mound and my thigh. But where I thought he was going to dip to trace the crease between my thighs, instead he gripped the outside of my right leg. Now I had one man’s hand on each thigh. Interesting. And not altogether unpleasant. But different. The dancer on stage sat on her heels and opened her legs at the knees for a peek-aboo look between her thighs. And at the same time, I felt my right leg shift. Grabbing behind me for Dane’s hips to keep my balance, my leg slipped over his. Then, just when 10

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I was sure I wouldn’t tip, Ryder slid my left leg over. Now I straddled Dane, and frankly it was a lot more secure and comfortable. I couldn’t help but breathe a little sigh of happiness as I snuggled back. The relaxation ended when Dane’s hand crept up the inside of my thigh and right over my panties. The heel of his hand massaged my mound and his fingers cupped my crotch. He had to feel the dampness, the pure heat coming from my pussy, but he didn’t say a word about it. I found myself looking around to see if anyone else cared, even noticed, that I was straddling some man’s lap and his hands were directly over my panties. Frankly, if anyone noticed, they didn’t give a good hot damn. A few were being almost as obvious as we were, making out, touching each other, almost having sex on the seats right there for anyone to watch. I could see the silhouette of one woman’s head bob up and down from a man’s lap. Others were simply engaged in quiet conversation, or watching the stage, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. When in Rome… I let my head fall back to Dane’s shoulder when he started to rub light circles over me. I suppose I could have pushed his hand away. But why? It felt so damn good. Almost soothing, rather than exciting. Ryder’s hand snaked up my ribs and started massaging my breast. Okay. So that’s why people are drawn to the whole ménage thing. Now it all made sense. What’s better than two amazing, talented, masculine hands? Four amazing, talented masculine hands. And those hands were all focused on me. I’d probably have to ask one of them to pinch me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But later. Much later. A few orgasms later. Though his pressure was light, calming, I felt the buildup to the big O starting early. No, no, no. I didn’t want to come. I wanted to hold off, prolong the entire thing.

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“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Dane whispered in my ear. I nodded as best I could with my head at such an awkward angle. “And you like what we’re doing to you. Together.” I only moaned in response. Ryder tweaked my nipple and it was the best I could manage. There was a smile in Dane’s voice as he said, “Yeah. I can tell. My fingers are covered in your juices just from the outside of your panties.” Louder, he added, “Ryder, I think we found our girl.” “I think that’s a pretty good assessment.” “Our…hmm?” I felt as if I had to fight my way through a fog. My brain was turning around in my head. And I knew I was a few steps behind the conversation. Not that I could bring myself to care. Not while Dane was still— “Whoa.” Dane stood, my legs still dangling on either side of him, one arm around my thigh and the other under my ribs. He set me down gently and waited until I could stand on my own. That took an embarrassingly long time. Finally, he grabbed my shoulders to turn me toward him and looked me in the eyes. Even with the dim lighting, even through my oh-my-God-it-feels-so-good haze, I saw the sincerity there. “Do you want to come with us to a private room?” I glanced between him and Ryder, who had a small smile curving his lips, as if reserving his big grin for my answer. “Yeah. Me and Ryder. This is our thing. We like to share.” I looked between them again. “But you two don’t…” “We don’t…oh. No.” He gave a husky laugh. “No, that’s definitely not our thing. We’re straight. Just friends who like to split the goodies, so to speak.” His palm rubbed a circle over my ass. “Not that we usually find something this tasty.” Hmm. I might have been wrong while walking up the cobblestone walkway. That wasn’t the No Turning Back point. This was. Like that one moment in the horror movies

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where you were screaming at the cute, stacked, blonde heroine, “Go back, you moron!” or “What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Go!” Quite the difference. Which one felt more right? Dane held out one hand, Ryder held out another. Well. I came to the Jingle Ball thinking I’d observe, learn what the holiday parties were all about. And now I had the chance to experience a little fun, if I wanted to… What the hell was I waiting for? I placed my hands in their hands. “Let’s hurry up.”

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Chapter Two Ho Ho Ho… I managed to remember a quick, “See ya later” at Zara, indicating I was heading to a room with Dane and Ryder. She gave me a wink over her, uh, friend’s shoulder. “You’ll have so much fun. Text me if you need me!” I wondered where the hell she kept her cell phone in her nonexistent costume. Then I realized that was not a question I wanted to dwell on. I followed the boys—ha, who ever thought I’d say that in reference to sex?—up the stairs of the mansion-like house. “Who owns this place anyway?” Dane smiled over his shoulder. “An eclectic woman who was a total swinger in the sixties—” “You know, when it was all the rage?” Ryder added. “And just never stopped the habit. She’s been inviting people here for decades to enjoy themselves.” Rumors flew around town involving the big old house and what really went on during party weekends. But those few who had been invited to attend were notoriously close-lipped. For good reason, when you thought about it. Many wouldn’t want someone to know they came to the highly sexualized parties. And others would hate to be barred from attending future events if it was found they were spreading party secrets around like candy. I, for one, wouldn’t mind one bit the anonymity that came from the party. We walked down a hall, passing at least four other rooms before I noticed on every door, there was a doorknob and lock much like you’d find at a hotel, with a place for the keycard. “Does she run a bed-and-breakfast during the year?”

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Both men laughed. Then Ryder said, “No. The owner just realized that when people come for a party, they like their privacy and security. It’s a lot easier to change out a single keycard than it is to call a locksmith and have room locks changed.” “Plus, there are so many parties here throughout the year, it’s just efficient.” Dane smiled. “I have a theory that really, she’s got more money than she could burn in five lifetimes so she’s just looking for all the weird ways to spend it.” He drew out one of those keycards you get at a hotel. “I staked this room out earlier. Hopeful,” he added with a grin. “And look how that worked out. Power of positive thinking.” Then he swiped the card through the lock and popped open the door. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the room, given the locks on the doors. Probably your typical hotel-room motif. Generic decorations, serviceable carpet, so on and so forth. But instead, it was plush. There was no other word for it. Thick beige carpeting cushioned my feet as I walked in. I could only imagine how softly it would pad my knees as I knelt down in front of one of the guys. Floor-to-ceiling curtains of heavy white fabric hung in front of the window. A gorgeous oil painting of a nude hung on the opposite wall from the queen-sized beds. The bedspreads were a lovely designer pattern of pale blue and brown. A sweet, simple writing desk was in one corner. All in all, a very nice, comfortable room. Complete with a complimentary basket of condoms and what looked like a fresh bottle of lube on the nightstand. How thoughtful. I suppose, in this case, the condoms were more useful than a pad of paper and a pen, or a handful of mints. I bent down to take off my shoes, mostly because it seemed natural. Dane waited patiently for me to remove them and set them in a corner, then walked up and cupped my face with his strong hands. Hands I could almost feel moving over my body. I shivered in anticipation and he let his hands drift down my neck, my arms, circle my wrists before winding their way back up to my face. “It’s pretty much anything goes for us—”

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“Minus dude-on-dude contact,” Ryder added from right behind me. Wait, when the hell had he snuck up behind me? Dane gave him a sardonic glance over my shoulder. “Yeah. Minus that. Thank you for the eloquence.” His eyes found mine again. “But whatever your limits are, we’ll respect them. Okay?” I nodded, feeling the calluses of his palms under my chin. I liked it, and I rubbed my face against his skin again for the feeling. “Rubbing up on me like a cat,” he murmured. Ryder’s naked chest pressed against my back. “I think this pussy wants a treat.” He laughed at his own corny joke, but then his hand snaked around my hip and lifted the hem of my costume up my thigh until he could reach under the waistband of my panties. Dane pressed his mouth to mine, absorbing my groan of anticipation. Ryder’s fingers were quick, fast as they traced the outside of my wet lips, around the inside of my thighs, back to brush a featherlight stroke over my backside before coming to once again circle my pussy. All without touching my clit. Dane occupied my mind by slipping his tongue in my mouth, taste buds rasping together. His cock, thick and hard to ignore, pressed into my other hip, brushed across my belly. I grabbed around his neck to anchor myself, and because let’s face it…a man built like Dane needed to be touched. His warm skin under my fingers, his hot mouth, his hands over my breasts, his other hands over my— Whoops. Really needed to remember that. Not his. Ryder’s. ’Cause I was about to make it with two guys. At once. Because I was having a hussy weekend. And how. Ryder’s fingertips smoothed over my clit and it was impossible to forget anymore that I had two men instead of one. I reacted, jerking my hips forward. I was already so tightly wound that it wouldn’t take any effort at all to set me off. One simple flick in the right direction would have me…

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Oh. Right there. Dane’s lips worked over my cheek, down my jawline to the skin below my ear. He wrapped one hand around my hair and pulled back so my head tilted until I stared at the ceiling. Not as uncomfortable as I would have thought, thanks to Ryder’s shoulder being there for me to rest my head on. Convenient, actually. Really, when you think about it, being with two men is simply an act of efficiency. Dane’s teeth scraped my earlobe and my mind split up again, heading his direction. He distracted me from the delicious feel of another man’s hands in my panties with his tongue tracing the shell of my ear, by whispering things that made me shiver and wonder, Is that even possible? But then Ryder bit my shoulder and pressed his fingers harder against my clit, his rhythm insistent, not to be ignored. “I think she’s close,” Ryder said into the shoulder he’d just bitten. But he soothed the sting of his bite with a suck and a kiss. “She’s breathing hard, man.” “Should I let her come?” Yes! They were talking through me as if I were a painting instead of a person. But actually, the more I thought about it, it was almost as if I was their own plaything. A toy. Huh. I’d never been a plaything before. And I kind of liked it. Did that make me a ho? Who cared? “Yeah. I think she deserves a treat. Little warm-up.” Ryder’s fingers went double time over my pussy and I felt the burn, the build, until my stomach contracted…and then I saw sparks fly across the ceiling like the Fourth of July in December. My back arched and my knees went weak, submitting to the pleasure. Dane’s mouth covered mine again, swallowing my cries of release while Ryder’s other arm kept me standing.

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As they felt me give out—both my body and my mind—they dragged me over to the nearest bed. Dane positioned me so I sat on the edge. And I realized that, minus my shoes, I was still basically fully dressed. The hottest sexual encounter of my life to date, and I wasn’t even naked. “Lightheaded?” Huh? I looked up at Ryder and saw his pleased grin. “Huh?” “Your eyes sort of rolled back there for a second. It was like carrying a rag doll over here.” “Oh.” Embarrassment managed to crash my Pleasure Party of One and I wanted to crawl into the bed and cover my head with a pillow. But he sat down, put a hand around my nape and pulled me in for a blistering kiss. “It was fucking hot,” he murmured against my lips. “I love watching women come. Their pleasure is my pleasure.” “Oh,” I breathed again. Yes. Apparently, along with my sense of shame, I had also misplaced my vocabulary. But if he noticed my momentary drop in IQ points, Ryder didn’t mind. He just kissed me again and put his forehead against mine. “You up for more, or do you need a rest?” I closed my eyes for a moment and realized I actually felt more energetic than I had when I first walked in the double doors leading to the party. Kind of like when you feel exhausted, but you go to the gym anyway, and you leave the workout feeling high on endorphins? That. “I’m good.” “Glad to hear it. ’Cause my man Dane here, he’s hoping you can help him out with a little problem.” I looked in front of me to see Dane was now out of his cute boxers and standing buck-ass naked in front of me, cock at eye level. Handy.

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“Think you can handle this, babe?” Dane asked, circling his shaft with one hand. He squeezed the base, and I saw a little pearl of liquid seep through the tip. As an answer, I leaned forward and licked the pre-come, teasing the underside of the head just a little. “I think she’s good.” Ryder settled farther back on the bed, not even touching me any longer. Game on. Dane shifted forward and I leaned in to give him a quick nip on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He yelped, jumped a little—which had his cock waggling in an amusing, but oddly erotic sight—but nothing more. So I reached under him to cup his balls, a favorite trick of mine, and wasted no time in taking him in my mouth. Wetting him first, coating his cock with moisture, so when I took him deeper, it’d be easier. His breath deepened, and the heater kicked on in the room. But the only sounds were the gentle humming of warm air and Dane’s ragged breath as I took his cock just a little farther in my mouth the next pass, and farther again. No way was I going to be able to take him all. But I licked around the base, let my teeth graze him just a little so he was off-center and wrapped my other hand around his base to keep him steady. One of his hands tangled in my hair. No pressure, just a light scraping of his nails against my scalp. “Do…do that again,” he said, voice hoarse. He sounded like a man on the edge. And I was the one who put him there. The thought of being that good for him was more than a little encouraging. “Hmm?” I hummed, mouth full. I used the flat of my tongue to massage the underside of his cock and he groaned. “That thing…you just did a second ago. With your thumb.” “Ah.” I used my thumb to rub circles around his balls, then down the middle, keeping time with the rhythm of my mouth. God he tasted good. And the way his hands were tightening in my hair, I’d say it felt pretty fucking great for him too.

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“She as good as she looks?” I jerked just a little in shock at the voice coming over my shoulder. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten another man was in the room. Again. I glanced from the corner of my eye, careful not to break my deliberate suck-and-pull pattern around Dane’s cock. Ryder sat on the corner of the bed, back straight, eyes glued to me and what I was doing to Dane. I knew without even guessing that it was me and my mouth—not Dane—that got him excited, and the possibility of what it’d feel like to have me doing the same to him. One arm extended behind him, hand flat on the bed to keep him steady, the other hand wrapped around his erection now poking out the top of his boxer waistband, which he’d pulled down to accommodate. Time to be a little naughty. Time to be naughty? Right. As if you weren’t already. Letting Dane’s cock pop out completely from my mouth with a loud, dramatic smack, just for emphasis, I gave Ryder a coy smile. “Like what you see?” “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes locked on my wet lips. I licked them automatically, and his eyes drifted closed, as if he was picturing my mouth stretched around him already. “Jesus, babe. Please.” Dane pulled my hair, just a little, to get my attention. “Could you have stopped at a worse time?” Whoops. Still new to the whole banging two guys at once thing. To cover for my uncertainty, I asked, “I don’t know, could I?” But I knew he was close, and they’d definitely already given me something to smile about. Not fair to play the tease with them. More than normal teasing, anyway. I took him back in my mouth, his cock cold now from the air in the room. He hissed in a breath then his fingers put the most subtle of pressure against my scalp. His message was clear. He was damn close, and he wanted to fuck my mouth to the finish line. I opened and gave him room, let him pump his hips into me while I massaged his balls more. I squeezed the base of his cock hard, twisting my hand around

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with every thrust of his, and he grunted. The grunts only made me wet again, knowing he was making those sounds because of me. For me. “Jesus. Coming. Regina, coming…” I sucked hard, harder than I had before, when he pushed inside. And then let the warm, salty liquid fall to the back of my throat with each swallow. Feeling sexier with every drop than I had in a long time. “Christ, I can see her throat working you,” Ryder said, voice sounding as if he was almost hypnotized by the sight of me giving Dane a hummer. I’d have looked at him, flirted a little with my eyes, but I was just a tad preoccupied with making sure I milked every last moment out of Dane’s orgasm, trying to drag it out as long as possible before he finally pulled back and out. I touched a finger to the corner of my lips, licked the moisture off my fingertip. Dane flopped on the bed beside me, fell back with his arms above his head. “Good Christ. I’m not gonna be able to move for a week.” “I guess we’ll just have to have all the fun for you,” Ryder joked before snagging me around the middle and pulling me over to the other bed. I shrieked a little at the momentary weightless feeling before he settled me down on the mattress. “We’ll just let the sucker take a nap while we have some fun, ’kay, babe?” Fun? As if we hadn’t already been having any? These men were going to be the death of me. Oh what a way to go…

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Chapter Three Oh What Fun it is to Ride… Ryder grabbed a condom from the basket and pushed me gently to my back. “I really hope you don’t mind, babe, but I’m about to burst a pipe.” “Mind? Not at all. Fair’s fair.” I quickly stripped, then scooted up so my head was resting on a surprisingly soft pillow and waited while he suited up. When he crawled over my body, he reminded me of a jungle cat. All sleek muscle and restless energy waiting to spring out. He hooked his arm under my right knee and brought it up with him until my knee almost touched my ear. Thank you, yoga. “This okay?” he asked, breathing a little hard as the tip of his cock nudged my pussy. I thought about how well he’d take it if I said no…but that’d be a lie. “Oh yeah.” And as he slid in, zero resistance thanks to how wet they’d both already made me, I realized that I lied anyway. It wasn’t okay. It was far, far better than okay. The angle of my hips helped him hit a spot nobody had reached before—without batteries anyway— making me more snug around him. All without much extra effort. His hips pounded against mine as he raced toward release, all thoughts of finesse and form completely out of the question. “I’m sorry, I can seriously do better than a teen on prom night but,” he hissed as he paused, fully inside me, “but I am about to lose it and I need to take the edge off.” He was apologizing for going too fast? After I’d already come once myself? Please. I reached up and brushed a kiss against his lips. Not easy, given my position, but I managed. “Let’s do this.”

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The look of relief was almost comical, and I think he muttered something that sounded like “thank you, God” but it was hard to tell with the building tension and the ferocious strokes inside me. It was all I could do to concentrate on breathing so that I managed to not black out. And when his body went rigid over mine, his face contorting into the textbook definition of ecstasy, I didn’t even mind that I hadn’t come this time. The look on his face was more than enough. He rolled over, not even crushing me into the mattress. With an arm over his eyes, he panted out, “I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t…just give me a minute. Or two. Make it five and I should be able to—” “I got this one.” Dane suddenly appeared next to me on the bed. “Take five. Or ten. Whatever. This round’s on me.” If there was such a thing as a feminine wet dream come true…I’m pretty sure I walked into it. Without even waiting for my word, Dane slid onto his stomach on the bed, his shoulders pressing my thighs wide apart. And, not saying a single thing, he bent and pressed his mouth to my clit. Oh God. His tongue, sliding over, making circles, pressing the hot button at the top of my pussy, was too much. My body shot off like a rocket, and I bit my forearm to muffle the scream that would likely have woken the dead in a graveyard three miles away. That was the last thing I remembered before I slipped into blissful silence.

***** I was in a warm, rocking sea. Floating, letting the silky water sway me back and forth into peaceful contentment. That was the best word for it. I could have lay there, blissfully happy, with my eyes closed, for days.

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But the scratch of beard stubble told me it wasn’t a sea rocking me, but a mattress moving with bodies. And the warmth was from male bodies, which always seemed to run ten degrees hotter than a female. Holy shit. Bodies. Two. Dane and Ryder. Never before in my life would I have dreamed I would be in the position of trying to figure out which of the two men I’d just fucked was behind me, and which was in front of me. Oh dreams. How they have a way of working themselves out… “I know you’re awake,” whispered the one behind me. Ryder. That was definitely Ryder. I turned my head just slightly so I could see him peering over my shoulder. “Dane’s still recovering a little. But I’m hoping you don’t mind playing while we wait.” His hand slid from my shoulder to my knee and back up again, the touch so light it almost tickled. My skin goosebumped in response. Okay, that wasn’t the only response. Carefully shifting so I wouldn’t upset Dane, I rolled onto my back while Ryder stood. Then without warning, he scooped me up in his arms—insert mental squeal of uber-feminine delight here—and dropped me with a bounce onto the other bed. “Well, we’re certainly making the most of this room’s furniture, aren’t we?” Ryder stared at me for a moment, almost thoughtful. And I finally felt the need to add, “That was a joke,” just in case his mind was still a little sex-foggy. Frankly, I couldn’t blame the guy. I wasn’t entirely sure my mind was up to full speed either. Then he bent down and picked me up again—this was definitely a mode of transportation I could get used to—and set me down on the desk. I gasped a little when the cool wood hit my ass. I mean, wowza, that was a shock to the system after being so

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warm and snuggly. But my mind didn’t stay with the shock long as Ryder kicked away the desk chair, knelt between my legs and gave me a big grin. “You said we were making the most of the furniture. And I just realized this poor desk was all over here by its lonesome, being completely ignored.” “Yes, poor desk. So neglected.” I patted the top, smoothed my hand over the cool wood. And was about to make some other witty desk joke—if such a thing existed—but he quickly pushed my thighs as far apart as they would go—once again, thank you, yoga—and pressed his mouth to my pussy. My head fell back against the elegantly wallpapered wall with a thump. But with that amount of pleasure down below, I probably wouldn’t have noticed if my head rolled off my shoulders. Jesus please us, he knew what to do with his tongue. Up the length of my folds, around my clit, then back down to fuck in and out of me, he worked my pussy, little muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him. At one point, he grabbed my hands and brought them down, silently demanding that I hold myself open to him for better access. How was it that, even used to masturbating and touching myself in private, holding myself open for a man to have his way with me seemed exponentially naughtier? In a nice way, of course. He traced around the outside, not leaving a centimeter between my legs untouched by his tongue. When I panted, mumbled something that sounded remotely like I was close, he backed off. Dammit. Only the lightest of touches, the most delicate of swipes. Then he wasn’t touching me at all, only blowing cool air over my heated, wet flesh. I moaned at the change in temperature, almost as erotic and mind-numbing as an actual caress. He must have figured I was close to coming with or without his help—and he would have been right—because he went back to work, the flat of his tongue deeply massaging my clit until my stomach contracted and my knees pulled up on instinct and I let out a howl with my release. My fingers couldn’t do their one simple job of holding

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me open, so I fell back against the wall, panting and seeing little red dots behind my eyelids. Ryder stood, and his smug face told me he was very pleased with his performance. Since I was too, I figured there was no point in letting him think otherwise. I gave him a pat on the shoulder, which took a hell of a lot more energy than it should have. From the bed, I heard, “Ryder eats pussy like a pro, doesn’t he, babe?” I squirmed until I could see around Ryder’s shoulder and saw Dane sitting casually on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, back against the headboard, arms behind his head. Cock standing nice and straight at attention. Looking as if he’d just enjoyed a nice skin flick and was hoping for some real action of his own. I wasn’t going to object to the action. I’m a giver, what can I say? I looked at Ryder, then motioned to the bed with my head. “You mind?” He stared at me for a moment, then tossed his head back and laughed. Picking me up, he chuckled again. “You’re getting used to the whole pampering process, aren’t you?” I wound my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. They were still wet from my own juices, which was more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined before. “Let’s just say the assimilation process has been a quick one. As if you two aren’t benefitting from the bargain.” He set me down gently next to Dane’s legs and shrugged. “Not complaining.” Then he kissed the top of my head and sort of stepped out of my line of vision. These guys were good. It was as if every move was designed to make sure they both got their time with me, the pleasure they wanted. And neither tried to hog me, keep me for himself. I ran a hand up Dane’s leg, let the hair tickle my palm and stroked my thumb over his balls before coming back down to rest at his knees. His cock twitched at the touch,

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but he didn’t show any other signs of wanting to jump my bones. As if he had complete control over his libido. “Feel like taking a ride?” Huh? “A ride?” He patted the tops of his thighs. “A ride. Reverse cowgirl. Mix it up a little.” Now that was one I hadn’t tried before. When I told him as much, he smiled. “No problem. Why not? If you don’t like it, I’m pretty sure we can find something else to do.” He winked and grabbed a condom from the basket. “Would you?” I took the protection and helped roll it on. After he was suited up, I climbed on top, but facing him. Looking the other way, at nothing but an empty room, felt a little weird. “Are you sure you want me looking the other direction?” He smiled and nodded. “Trust me. The angle alone is worth it. You’ll find out.” I shrugged. What the hell? I swiveled around, pressing down on his cock and seating myself fully so my butt touched his stomach. His hands wrapped around my hips, wiggling me side to side a bit. I rotated in a circle and he groaned. “Seems like you’re already enjoying it.” Actually it was kinda nice. While I always liked kissing, especially while fucking, having the free, open room to look at was different…in a good way. I thought it’d throw off my balance, but actually, it gave me more opportunity. I could lean forward, backward, do whatever I wanted and I wasn’t going to get in anyone’s way. I could do whatever made me feel good, and that was definitely a bonus. Of course, what made me feel good was going to make him feel good too. Winfucking-win. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bedspread between his knees, and pumped my hips forward and back, just a few times to get the rhythm down. Dane’s fingers dug into my sides, and he pushed up to meet me. Then, because I could, I

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stopped, only the very tip of his penis still inside me. There was no way he could raise his hips up this high. “Babe. Regina. Come on.” The strain in his voice was clear, and I almost felt bad for a second. Almost. But then I slowly worked my hips around, rotating clockwise, and moved my way back down his cock like a corkscrew, and I heard him curse behind me. “Fuck, that feels good. Do it again, babe.” So I did. And oh my God it was amazing. I closed my eyes and did it in reverse, going counterclockwise this time. It was as if his cock was hitting every square inch of the inside of my pussy, no spot left unturned. Literally, turned. “Yeah, you’re gonna want some of this.” I didn’t know what the hell Dane was talking about, but then the bed dipped in front of me and I opened my eyes to get a straight view of Ryder’s groin. I glanced up, as much as my neck would allow in the position I was in, to see Ryder’s serious face. “Think you can handle it?” he asked, hand cupping my chin. What, did these guys think I was an amateur? Okay. I was an amateur. Two guys at once was a first for me. But still, I’d given a hummer or two in my time. So I nodded and leaned forward to give him a long lick, just to let him know I was good to go. “Don’t you dare let her forget about me back here,” Dane warned. As I took the tip of Ryder’s cock in my mouth, I squeezed my inner muscles around Dane to let him know that no…I sure as hell wasn’t going to forget about him while he was still in me. It’s called multitasking.

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Chapter Four Underneath the Mistletoe Last Night… Ryder was a bit thicker than Dane, and I only managed to get about three-quarters of his length in my mouth before I knew I’d be pushing it to go all the way. Especially not when half my brain was occupied below the belt. But I wasn’t about to give him any less than my all, and I concentrated on sucking harder, working faster. My hand gripped his base, partly for balance and partly for pleasure, and I rotated it in time with my hips. If they stayed on the same rhythm—my hips and my hand—then I avoided that whole “pat your head, rub your belly” situation. And everyone benefitted. His hand gripped my hair, and Dane’s fingers snaked around my front to graze against my sensitive, swollen clit. Thank God, since I ran out of hands and couldn’t touch myself. “Fuck yeah, babe. Just like that. I’m so close, keep it up.” I contracted my muscles again to let him know I heard him, since my mouth was a little busy. I bobbed my head in time with my hip thrusts, listened to Ryder’s soft encouragements, paid attention to his gentle guidance with his hand. And then I heard Dane’s warning. He thrust up hard, and I let go of Ryder’s cock just long enough for Dane to come, mostly so I didn’t accidentally nick him hard with my teeth. A little pain could be good. A lot of pain was probably a deal breaker. But I pumped my hand hard and fast over his erection while Dane came below me. And when he settled down, I replaced my hand with my mouth once more and went faster, being guided more now by the rhythm set by his hand against my head. But he was close, and I backed off. A taste of his own medicine. I blew cool air over his wet shaft, and he groaned and cursed above me.

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“You are a sadist, aren’t you?” he rasped, looking down at me. I grinned and winked, then took just his head in my mouth for a little suck before pulling back and blowing on him again. “Christ, woman. I’m close and you’re killing me!” Dane’s hand once more started playing with my pussy and I felt the familiar twinge low in my belly. Two fingers clamped around my clit, squeezed and pulled, while his other hand massaged around my mound, the tops of my thighs, my lower belly. Oh God, this was going to be what heaven was like. I knew I wasn’t going to last, so I took Ryder’s cock back in my mouth and sucked furiously, pumping my hand in time with my tempo. He sucked in a breath and his hips twitched forward, gently fucking into my mouth. Then he groaned, warned and came on the back of my tongue. I swallowed, swallowed some more, kept working him against the roof of my mouth with my tongue until he tugged and popped out. “God that was good fucking head.” He stroked a hand over my hair and rubbed his thumbs over the tops of my ears. “But you’re not done yet.” “Not quite, but she’s really close.” Dane kept his teasing fingers flying over my clit, my entire cunt, and my forehead dropped to Ryder’s hip. He kept playing with my ears—a weakness of mine that there’s no way he could have known about—and I tightened, my body ready to explode. “Should I let her come? She’s so close.” “I don’t know. She did tease me there for a bit. Maybe we should—” “Guys. Please.” My voice sounded so distant, the blood pounded in my ears and I was about ready to promise them my 401K just to let me get off. Dane laughed. “I’ve never been one to deny a lady.” And his fingers went even faster, in a beat that my body immediately recognized as the tipping point, and I exploded, muffling screams into Ryder’s hard lower abdomen and grabbing his ass for balance.

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This would have been the point where I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

***** I was wired. I couldn’t have fallen asleep if I wanted to. I glanced at the clock over Ryder’s shoulder. Three-fifteen in the morning. Good God, already? Had I really been up there for that long? I stretched and tried to judge how my body felt. A little sore, I decided, as if I’d had a good workout at the gym, but nothing too bad. I clenched my vagina and felt a little sting. Okay, so that part got a little more than a workout. But wowza…if only my cardio classes at the gym were this delicious. I’d be in the cardio studio three times a day. I slipped away from the boys—both completely passed out on the bed…and they definitely earned the nap—and crept into the bathroom to freshen up and pull myself back together. Not that there was much to pull. After putting my costume back on, I fingercombed my hair and wiped the small circle of mascara from under my eyes. Past that, I was actually not looking half bad. Color in my cheeks, my lips looked fuller, my eyes were brighter. I definitely looked as if I’d been fucked good and long. I sat on the edge of the tub and thought for a minute. This was exactly what I’d been hoping for. So yeah. I felt pretty damn pleased with myself. And I could admit it. “Regina, you in there?” “Yup.” “Whenever you’re ready to head back down, we can go together.” “Sounds good to me.”

***** We walked down to the party together, one man on either side of me. Oddly, it wasn’t even out of the ordinary to me any longer. It was as if the entire weekend was

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wrapped in a “what goes on here is okay” bubble, and so it just was what it was. And I felt zero shame in my night of pleasure. That was the entire point of coming to the Jingle Ball in the first place. The reason I’d taken Zara up on the opportunity. I could almost feel the last bits of stress I’d been carrying around melting away. Getting to not only confirm my curiosity about the Jingle Ball but also enjoy and participate in some delicious activities of my own took the edge off. Plus, I just fucking had fun. And at the end of the day, that was the big point. We walked in to see yet another show going on. Good Lord, this place was more active at three in the morning than a truck stop. This show was more of an erotic version of local theater. I wasn’t exactly sure about the plot, but I thought I caught something about a naughty elf and how Santa would have to punish her. “It’s basically live porn,” Dane whispered in my ear as we took a seat in the back on one of the couches. The room was shrouded in darkness, except for the stage, of course. The naughty elf seemed to have lost her top in the chase scene, but Santa had her now and she was in a very compromising position, draped over a bench in Santa’s Workshop. I looked over at Ryder, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. “They’re not really…” “Really what?” he asked, teeth gleaming in the black as he smiled at me. I waved my hand at the stage and looked at Dane. “I mean, they won’t seriously…” “I don’t know, will they?” “No,” I hissed. Of course not. Of course. Santa had zero problems with modesty as he flipped the elf’s outfit up, shifted his fake stomach to the side and rammed into her from behind, all while using a paddle shaped like a Christmas tree to spank her for being a bad, bad helper. My jaw dropped open. Why, at this point, I was entirely shocked, I don’t know. I mean, before we excused ourselves to our own private threesome, people in the

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audience were doing the dirty. But maybe it was just the obviousness of it all, the fact that they literally had the spotlight shining on them. “Just think of it as background noise,” Ryder suggested, his hand cupping my breast, playing with my nipple almost idly. Oh. Huh. He had a point. Sort of like Sexual Sounds, Greatest Hits. Only this album came with its own interactive music video. Dane’s hand moved to creep under my little dress and massage me through my panties. “You guys.” I knew by now nobody would even notice us. We could have lit a bonfire in the back of the room and danced around naked, and nobody would have cared. Actually, they would have probably joined us. But a little token show of resistance seemed appropriate. Dane pulled me to the side and swiveled me around so I straddled his thighs. My pussy cradled his erection, heat on heat. I reached down and found he’d already rolled on protection. Sneaky boy. One glance over my shoulder showed that I was right— nobody was going to notice or care what went on in our little square foot of the room. And so I did what seemed completely natural. I pulled my panties to one side, angled his cock and slid down. A few thrusts and he whispered, “Don’t zone out. Listen. What’s behind you?” I realized I’d been so concentrated on our own bodies that I hadn’t remembered where I was. I opened up my senses, tilted my head back and listened. Soft moans. The moist sound of bodies rubbing together. Whispered words, too quiet to hear the conversation but the tone was unmistakable. Dirty talk. The thwack of Santa’s paddle, the groan and delighted shriek of his super-naughty elf. And, I realized as the sounds enveloped me, if I could hear them…people could hear us. The wet sound of my body taking Dane’s, my panted breathing. They could turn around and watch us at any moment if they wanted to. Maybe they were at that moment. A pair of eyes watching every time my pussy slid down his shaft, enveloping 33

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his cock, as my tongue meshed with his and I let go of little desperate sounds in his mouth warning him I was about to… He pulled back, not letting me reach release. I bit his shoulder, pissed and annoyed that he’d pulled me back. “Save some energy for Ryder, babe.” He nudged my chin so I looked to my right, and there was Ryder’s cock. Waiting, twitching with anticipation. I focused on him, keeping my hips still as I pumped Ryder’s cock with my hand. Watched as his hips strained toward me, meeting my fist halfway. As he managed to pull me closer, Dane worked my clit with his thumb. “Shit, Regina, shit. I’m gonna…” That was all the warning I needed from Ryder. I took his dick in my mouth and gave a few strong pulls as he came. Then Dane pulled me back, made sure I was balanced, and pumped into me a few more times before I exploded around him, milking him inside and drooping on his shoulder while he found his own release.

***** I waited for the woman who originally answered the door to return to the entry hall with my coat. Dane and Ryder, both wearing pants and sweaters now, waited by me. “Hey, leaving already?” I turned to see Zara poking her head out in the hallway, and I smiled. “Sweetie, it’s like almost five in the morning.” “Is that all?” Her lips curved in a mischievous smile. “Plenty of time to be naughty. Lucky me!” She ducked back out, but I heard a laughing, “See you at work on Monday!” as the door shut behind her. And then I was alone again with the two men I’d spent the entire evening with. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, or awkward, or weird. But now, suddenly, I was selfconscious. Were they expecting to meet up in the real world? Would they think I

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wanted that? Or was this a “we never met” situation? Would it hurt their feelings that I didn’t want more? Dane’s fingers trailed down the inside of my arm until he linked fingers with mine, then pulled my hand up to kiss it. “You seem tense. You okay?” “Sure,” I lied through my teeth. Ryder slid a hand around my neck and looked up at the doorframe. I glanced up as well and saw what he was grinning for. A festive sprig of mistletoe, hanging from a bright red bow. I couldn’t even laugh before he covered my mouth with his for a slow kiss that had the anxiety melting from my body by the time he pulled back. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Ryder said quietly. “Oh I’m not embarrassed about what—” I cut off when the woman showed up and silently handed me my coat. Dane took it from my fingers and helped me with the sleeves. As she walked away, I continued in a lower voice. “I’m not embarrassed about what happened. I just don’t know…” “How it all ends?” Dane supplied when it was clear I had no idea what the hell I was talking about. “Yes,” I breathed, relieved. Okay, so I wasn’t the loser of the party. They’d done this before, but at least they didn’t think I was a complete idiot for being in the dark. Dane held out one arm, Ryder the other, and I stepped between them as we walked into the freezing-cold air. Thanks to the short days of winter, it was still pitch black, despite the early-morning hour. I approached my car and clicked the keypad under the door to unlock it. Then I stood, once again feeling a little on the defense. But Dane just cupped my face in his hands and gently kissed me. “Thanks for tonight.”

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When he was finished, it was Ryder’s turn to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “You were amazing.” Hmm. Amazing. “You guys were great too.” It could have been weird, because this would be the part where you might awkwardly say, “Well, I’ll call you,” but you didn’t think you really meant it. That just didn’t seem to fit though. And then Dane saved the day. “Maybe we’ll see you at the Heartbreaker in February?” I tilted my head to the side and had to think for a minute. Oh. Of course. Heartbreaker. The Valentine’s-themed party here at the house. I smiled and realized they wanted to see me back for the next holiday party. I nodded and they smiled. No way was I missing out on more of this. I drove away, the two men in my rearview mirror as I headed down the long driveway and out the wrought iron gate. And I couldn’t help but blast the radio as they faded out of sight, then laughed as the first song popped out of the speakers. “The most wonderful day of the year…”

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About the Author KJ Reed is an inconspicuous housewife by day, folding laundry, changing diapers and washing dishes with pleasure. But late at night, when the rest of the household is asleep and not making messes she has to pick up, she writes erotic romance. She took up writing one day when she realized the voices in her head weren’t multiple personalities, but characters begging to come out and play. A military wife, she’s fortunate enough to be surrounded by manly, Alpha-tastic inspiration on a daily basis. Nothing stirs the blood quite like a platoon of sweaty Marines running by in formation, does it ladies? Of course, she’d tell you where she lives, except by the time you’re done reading this biography…she’s probably moved again. KJ is currently working on her next erotic romance, hopefully hot enough to singe your socks off. She loves email and is semi-compulsive in her need to quickly respond. So send her a shout out, tell her what you liked and what you want to see more of. You’re almost guaranteed a response.

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