Author: Jessica Lee
Date: 2010-12-02 05:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Menage; Erotica; Romance; Bdsm; Holiday; Contemporary; Christmas; Contemporary Romance; Short Stories; Erotic Romance
Description: What if on Christmas Eve all your darkest desires came to life…could you handle it? It's Christmas Eve, and all Monica Sims wants is for her fiancé, just once, to step outside his comfort zone. She loves him, and life is fine in their perfectly planned world. But Monica is ready for more. She takes a risk and shares with him her darkest fantasies: Domination. Submission. Surrendering to the will of more than one man. But her confession is more than her straitlaced boyfriend can handle—or so she thought. Dane knows exactly what he wants in bed: just him and Monica, his fiancée—alone. Simple, ea

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All She Wants 4 Christmas

All She Wants 4 Christmas

By Jessica Lee

Copyright © 2012 Jessica Lee

Cover Artist: Mina Carter

Smashwords edition

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are all fictitious products of the author’s imagination. They are not real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced electronically or used in whole or in part without written permission from the author. Unauthorized use or distribution is illegal. Exception given for review quotes.

Disclaimer:

Adult content. This book contains sexually explicit material, including sexual play between men, multiple partners, anal intercourse, sexual dominance, and graphic language. Please be advised that any reader sensitive to the above mentioned material may not wish to continue.

Summary:

What if on Christmas Eve all your darkest desires came to life…could you handle it?

It's Christmas Eve, and all Monica Sims wants is for her fiancé, just once, to step outside his comfort zone. She loves him, and life is fine in their perfectly planned world. But Monica is ready for more. She takes a risk and shares with him her darkest fantasies: Domination. Submission. Surrendering to the will of more than one man. But her confession is more than her straitlaced boyfriend can handle—or so she thought.

Dane knows exactly what he wants in bed: just him and Monica, his fiancée—alone. Simple, easy, vanilla sex was all he ever needed. That was until the night he found his fiancée in her office, watching—enjoying—a very naughty movie on her laptop. Determined to be the one to unleash her control, Dane decides to surprise her on Christmas Eve with a trip to a private fetish club. But they won't be alone.

Contents

Cover Page

Copyright

Summary

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Epilogue

Other Available Titles

About the Author

Chapter One

"Where are you taking me, Dane O'Laughlin?" Monica adjusted her blindfold once more and squirmed in her seat. "It's Christmas Eve, and you're being very naughty torturing your fiancée like this," she added. Though a part of her loved this unexpected side of him, the other hated not knowing what was coming next. "Santa's not going to bring you any presents in the morning if you don't come clean. Now." This time, she didn't hide the annoyance in her voice. He'd been teasing her all week about some big surprise, and she’d reached the end of her patience.

"Just a few more minutes, Monica Sims."

The rhythmic click of a turn signal sounded right before the car veered left, then bumped as if entering a driveway.

"Are we here? Wherever here is?" Her palms literally itched to pull the damn blindfold off. She would have never gone for something like this a few years ago. The control freak in her would have flipped. But after three years of living with Dane in their perfectly planned world, she'd discovered having a firm grip on every moment in her life wasn't enough anymore. Monica needed more. She and Dane had been struggling to keep their relationship from falling apart. So when he'd seemed so excited about this surprise he had for her, she couldn't deny him.

"All right. We're here."

Monica went for the knotted silk at the back of her head.

"No." Dane's warm hand clasped her fingers. "Not yet. Not till we're inside."

"Inside where?" Monica's heart raced. "You know how being kept in the dark makes me edgy."

"I know." Dane chuckled.

He actually chuckled.

Since when had he become this fun-loving, spontaneous, blindfold kind of man? For over a year, Monica had been telling him how she yearned to do something wild and crazy. Something completely out of character. Maybe even indulge in bringing a few of their sexual fantasies to life. Like the one that had plagued her dreams for the last two years after she'd stumbled on a certain porn video. She'd sat there, mesmerized, as a woman surrendered under the attention of three men. God help her, but the scene had been the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed. Dampness gathered in her panties at the recollection of the graphic images.

Domination.

Submission.

She'd been overwhelmed by her physical reaction.

Monica had played the movie over and over on her laptop, touching herself, reaching the most intense orgasms. Damn. She could only imagine what her climax would feel like if her fantasy ever became a reality. Monica had finally got up her nerve and confessed her secret fascination with being dominated and taken by more than one man. But her straitlaced, all-business fiancé had given her a shocked look as she'd revealed her darkest desires. He'd stared at her as if he were trying wrap his mind around what she was saying, then added that he had all he ever needed with her—and her alone—in his bed.

A deep sigh exited her lungs.

"What's wrong?" Dane's broad palm brushed her arm.

"It's nothing." Nothing that losing a few of his inhibitions wouldn't cure. Whatever Dane had up his sleeve, sharing his fiancée—even for one night—was something Monica could never see happening.

The car door slammed; then moments later, hers opened. Dane took her hand and helped her from the passenger seat. Her imagination had already painted the picture of what she assumed he'd planned. Probably some big dinner party where he'd invited her coworkers and friends to celebrate the holiday. Twigs of mistletoe hung in all the doorways, forcing a multitude of uncomfortable kisses on unsuspecting people. That would be about as wild as it would get. She loved him. Always would. But the man rarely stepped outside his comfort zone.

Monica held on to Dane's arm, enjoying the hard feel of his bicep under her palm as he guided her across uneven pavement. The whoosh of an automated door greeted her next, followed by a cool blast of air conditioning across her face, lifting her hair from her nape. It might have been December, but living in the Deep South, you never knew from one minute to the next whether you'd be in a coat or shorts. She breathed deep, detecting a hint of cinnamon, cloves, and leather. Soft music played, sensual instrumental melodies that instantly had her wanting to sway her hips to the seductive sounds. From a distance, several whispered conversations filled the air.

"Dane, where are we?"

"Trust me, love. It will be worth the wait. I assure you." The innuendo laced within his words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine and awakened her clit. What in the hell was he up to? She barely recognized the man on her arm tonight.

The soft tap of footsteps neared, then stopped beside Dane.

"Sir, if you'll follow me. Your accommodations are ready."

Accommodations?

A second later, they were moving again. Monica held tight and followed, more than a little self-conscious of what people must have thought of her walking in there with a red silk scarf covering her eyes.

The jingle of keys alerted her that they must be close to their room. Dane slowed to a stop, a door latch clicked, and they moved forward once more.

"Now can I take this off?" Monica touched the smooth cool surface of the material keeping her in the dark.

Dane grasped her shoulders and turned her around.

"Yes." His deep voice resonated at her ear. Then his hands were at the back of her head, untying the blindfold.

The silk fell away, and Monica blinked against the sudden brightness of the room. It took a few seconds for her vision to clear, then the warm colors around her sharpened into focus.

"Oh. My. God." Monica took one hesitant step, then another toward the extra-large king-size bed filling the center of their "accommodations." She trailed her index finger over the leather cuff secured to the headboard, directly across from its twin on the other side. On the wall by the bed hung a collection of items she'd only seen online, never in living color: a couple of paddles, floggers, a ball gag, and various masks.

Her heart pounded. Oh my God. The words looped inside her head. Monica dropped her hand to the soft, truffle-colored duvet draping the mattress. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Dane to want to—want to— Not after—

"Dane—?"

"Are you surprised?" He circled her waist with his arms and pulled her against his chest.

"You could say that." She nodded.

"Pleasantly surprised?" She didn't miss the wistful tone in his voice. Her pulse skipped.

"Very," Monica whispered.

"Good, because the night has only begun."

Chapter Two

Monica closed the door to the suite's bathroom and slumped against the wood. This was really happening. He'd actually taken her to a fetish club. Who would have ever thought? She sank her teeth into her lower lip, holding in her squeal of delight. Her head fell back between her shoulders and bumped the hollow surface. Something rattled behind her on the door, reminding her of why she'd come in there in the first place: she needed to change. Dane said he'd prearranged something for her to wear.

She pivoted around and sucked in a startled breath.

"Why, Mr. O'Laughlin. You have definitely been holding out on me." She grinned.

The most gorgeous bloodred thong and bra hung from a velvet-covered hanger on a hook, along with a pair of snow-white, thigh-high fishnet stockings folded over the horizontal rod. Monica removed the items, sauntered over to the mirror, and held them up against herself for inspection. The color popped against her milky-white skin and serve as a dramatic contrast to her dark, shoulder-length auburn hair and green eyes. Scandalous. The only word that could describe her reflection. Oh yes, this was going to be a night she would never forget.

After several minutes and probably a dozen or more rechecks in the mirror, Monica sashayed back into the bedroom. The red six-inch stilettos left for her by the dressing table were insane, but paired with her skimpy lingerie trio, she felt like one of those Victoria's Secret angels ready to strut the runway. She risked a glance in Dane's direction, where he sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of emerald green pajama bottoms. Her breath hitched. Judging by the adoring look on his face, one would have thought she had just dropped from heaven.

"Christ, you're beautiful." The husky sound of arousal in his voice had her stomach flipping like a schoolgirl. He stood and headed toward her, his gaze never wavering from hers.

Breathe, Monica. Don't forget to breathe.

They'd been together for a total of four years, and she still considered Dane one of the most handsome men she'd ever known—six foot two, olive skin, and a head of dark hair he kept at a professional length, but not military short. He left it long enough on top that some of his natural wave remained, which she greatly appreciated. Dane stopped in front of her, his chest mere inches from her breasts. Monica reached up and threaded her fingers through the black-as-sin layers. Mmm— How she enjoyed those soft curls. Thick lashes hooded hazel eyes that held the power to make her quiver under their perusal.

Yes, this was a wonderful idea. All the fire and passion she'd buried inside after he'd rejected her fantasies had come roaring back to life.

"You like your present so far?" He cupped her face and traced her lower lip with his thumb.

"It's perfect," she murmured right before his lips claimed hers.

The weight of his passion and the heat of his kiss had her knees buckling, and if it wasn't for Dane's strength holding her in place, her rear would have hit the floor. He broke away long enough to mumble a request that sounded like "come with me." But he didn't need to ask—she would have followed this surprising new Dane anywhere.

"On the bed," he commanded, backing her up until her thighs bumped the mattress.

Monica lay back on the duvet and shimmied to the center. The hunger in Dane's expression as he watched her move tightened her nipples into sensitive nubs and made her pussy ache for his touch. Then he was over her, kissing her like she was his first taste of water after a brutal thirst.

"Damn." He gasped. "I didn't think this night would ever get here." The warmth of his lips followed the curve of her neck. Monica lifted her chin and turned her head, wanting more of his wonderful attention.

Dane grasped her arm, lifted it over her head, and slipped her wrist into one of the cuffs. He cinched the leather against her flesh and fastened it. Reflex had her yanking against the restraint, testing its strength. It didn't give. Monica swallowed, searching for moisture to coat her suddenly dry throat, and closed her eyes. Her head spun under the barrage of emotions—lust, excitement, apprehension. She didn't know what to feel first.

"You okay?" The concern in his voice jerked her gaze to his.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm good."

A quirk of a smile curled one corner of his mouth, then he repeated the process on her other wrist.

"How long—?" she managed to get out. Her breathing had reduced pants. "How long have you been planning this? I didn't think— This—"

"Four months." He lowered his body over hers, pressing his hands into the mattress at either side of her head.

Monica tugged at her restraints once more, caught off guard at how long he'd been putting this in motion. "Four months?"

"That's right," he whispered into her ear, the effect lifting the hairs on her body. His bare chest grazed the hardened peaks of her nipples through her bra's thin material. She writhed under the sensation. Wanting more. "But I have a confession to make."

She froze. "Confession?"

He faced her. "I'll admit when you first revealed your fantasies to me, I was taken aback." Monica flicked her gaze away. It was embarrassing even now remembering that night. "It's okay." He placed a kiss to her temple. "Look at me." Dane's weight shifted, and then he was lying next to her on his side. He touched her chin and turned her head until she was looking at him. "But one night, when you thought I was sleeping, I saw you."

"What do you mean, you saw me?" Oh lord, please don't tell me he caught me while I—

"I saw you watching a movie on your laptop." Dane reached over and began to draw lazy circles around the hardened bud of her nipple. "A very naughty movie, at that."

Monica groaned.

It was torture—exquisite torture—waiting for him, hoping he'd caress the tip. She dug her fingernails into her palms, but she wasn't sure which situation had her worked up more—her arousal, or what Dane was about to reveal.

"My God, you have no idea how hot that was. How hot you made me, watching you with your leg braced high on your desk, your breasts bare as you played with your nipple with one hand while stroking your pussy with the other." Dane continued his incessant loop with his fingertip.

"Dane—" Monica breathed. He was driving her crazy. So close, yet not touching where she needed him to most.

"And oh shit…when your back arched and your body shook with your orgasm, drawing that sweet moan from your throat"—he dropped his hand low on her belly, halting just above her mons—"I nearly came right there with you."

"You liked that?" Her voice quivered, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She was on fire.

"Yes. I did." He slid his palm lower, this time teasing the inside of her thigh. "Later, I searched your laptop and found out what it was that had my adorable computer geek of a fiancée so fired up—a foursome. Then I remembered the fantasies you'd shared with me a few nights earlier."

"And—?" Monica sighed and rocked her hips, hoping to coax his hand a little closer to the blaze threatening to melt her down.

"And I realized maybe I'd spoken too quickly about what I needed and what desires you deserve to have satisfied"—Dane's gaze swung back to Monica's, and the lust she found there left her starved for air—"by the man who loves you and wants to please you in every way imaginable."

Monica couldn't have stopped the whimper falling from her lips if she'd tried. "Fuck me." Unbidden, her hips left the bed, arching toward her lover as if drawn to the drug they knew she had to have. "Dear God, Dane, if you love me like you say— Fuck me now." Shit. She was babbling. But at that very moment, she really didn't give a damn.

"Baby, I'm going to do that and more." Dane rolled over and stood. "But I won't be alone."

"What?" Monica yanked against the hold the cuffs had on her wrists. "Are you serious?" Her womb clenched, and the sudden wave of excitement had her pulse roaring in her ears. Dane circled the foot of the bed and headed toward the suite's door.

"I overheard one of my partners at the firm talking about this very exclusive private club on the outskirts of Savannah, the one I've brought you to tonight. And after getting an ear and eyeful of what you've been craving, I decided to check it out."

Dane went for the door handle and swung the wood wide. "After a health and background screening surely rivaling the CIA's, I was accepted as a member about eight weeks ago. That's when I met—for anonymity's sake—Bob and Dick here."

"Bob and Dick?" Jesus, he is serious.

"Hey, Danny," one of the men said.

Danny? Not too much of a change, but it was enough to keep his identity private.

The slaps of hands to backs in greeting a few feet away reverberated from the open doorway. Monica craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek. Curiosity was killing her. First one, then a second hunk of what she could only term "eye candy" brushed past her fiancé. Her head fell back on the pillow, and she knew her eyes were probably wide with shock. He actually planned to share her— And holy shit, did Dane know how to pick 'em.

The men raked her with their gazes, and if the bulge growing in each one of their slacks was any indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn't know whether to cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her body was screaming.

"And what shall we call you, sweetness?" The one on the right—tall, lean, and blond—eased down onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the exposed side of her arm. "I'm Bob."

"Layla." It was the first name that popped into her head.

"Okay, Layla. Your fiancé issued the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well." Bob glanced at Dick, then back to her. "Do you want us here and everything that entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew existed. Make you come"—he lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers—"and come again." Arousal gathered on the inside of her thighs, making them slick. Monica groaned. She'd never been so wet in her life. He pulled back, having never quite met her lips, and sat there, assessing, waiting for her reaction.

The only thing he was sure to find in her expression was a little disbelief mixed with lust. She'd come this far; no way was she backing out now. Besides—Monica squeezed her legs together—if someone didn't touch her soon, she was going to die.

"Yes, I want you here." Her words were moaned more than spoken. She surveyed the three men around the bed, her gaze landing on her fiancé, and added, "All of you."

Chapter Three

All three men slowly undressed, and the anticipation was nearly more than Monica's mind could handle. Each circled, then picked a spot around her before climbing onto the mattress. The bed dipped and rocked with their combined weight, and their erect cocks bobbed with every move. Monica's fists tightened.

In front of her, Dane spread her legs and settled between them on his knees. He reached up and went for the elastic of her thong.

"Someone still has too many clothes on." He slipped the red lace partially down her legs, then snapped the delicate material before tossing it. "There, much better." Dane's hungry gaze landed on her exposed pussy, his erection jutting out. He reached down and stroked the length. "Remember the one rule, guys."

Monica glanced back and forth among the trio. What rule? Without warning, Dane slid his fingers deep inside her soaked core. Pleasure arched her off the mattress.

"This is mine," he growled.

"Yes. Yours," she forced out through gritted teeth, rocking her hips on the sweet invasion. "More, Danny. Don't make me wait any longer."

"Patience, love." The stiff presence in her core slid free. Monica couldn't help her grumbled complaint. "I haven't got to sample you yet."

"And while he's tasting you there"—Dick began as he grasped the front closure of her bra and released the clasp—"we'll be enjoying you here." His head dipped low, revealing the leather band holding his dark, shoulder-length hair at his nape. Soft lips played with the stiff peak of her nipple before gently drawing it inside.

"Yes," she hissed, writhing under the assault. Bob followed Dick's lead, but instead of a slow build, he engulfed the hard nub of her right breast, sucking on the sensitive tip, then nibbling. Monica gasped. Shit. She needed to move. Had to have more.

Dane added his talents to the mind-blowing stimulus. He spread her thighs wider, then his tongue was between her folds. Warm, wet, drinking her in from bottom to top.

"Danny!" Monica cried out. "I need— I need—" She couldn't stop from grinding her pussy into him. With her hands tied to the headboard, the sensations were magnified tenfold.

"We've got you, baby." Dane grabbed her hips, stilling her movements. "But don't you come. Do you hear me? Not till I have you on my cock."

Don't come? Is he mad? She was a damn stick of dynamite whose fuse had already been lit way too long.

"I can't," she groaned and shook her head.

"Yes, you can." Dane's voice grew stern, commanding even.

Monica swallowed hard, doing her best to squelch her spasming pussy. But Bob and Dick hadn't let up. Every suck and pull on her nipples shot straight to her clit. No way. No way could she stop the tidal wave threatening to drown her. She whimpered and tossed her head back.

"That's it," Dane whispered. "Let me have just a little more." The tip of his tongue laved the folds around her opening. Her thighs trembled.

"Please—" She jerked at the cuffs holding her in place. Sharp teeth nipped at the flesh surrounding her nipples. Monica gasped. "I need to come."

Dane drove into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue.

"Oh God!" Monica clamped her legs around him and shattered. Pleasure streaked along every nerve ending, and her body quaked. The room spun. But her lovers never stopped. They continued biting, sucking, and fucking—riding along with the lightning storm racing through her. Taking her higher and higher until all that remained were swirling colors dancing behind her eyelids.

All too soon she floated back to earth. Dane licked her clit, sending a tiny tremor up her spine. Monica moaned, then opened her eyes. At the same moment, Bob and Dick lifted their gazes and faced her.

"Someone was a very bad girl," Dick said with a sly grin.

"Very bad, indeed." This time, it was Dane. Monica looked down at her fiancé.

"I couldn't stop it." She shook her head again. "It was too much. Too good."

"Well then, I believe a little discipline is called for here," Bob interjected.

"What?" Monica glanced his way.

"Maybe it will help you to remember. Next time, when you're told not to come"—Bob brushed a lock of her auburn hair from her eyes—"you'll obey."

"Discipline?" Monica started to sit up, but grunted as her bindings took her back to the mattress. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Untie her, you guys," Dane instructed, still between her legs. "I'm sure her arms are getting numb by now, anyway."

Bob and Dick loosened the buckles on the leather cuffs. Monica slid free and rubbed her wrists, working the tingles out of her flesh. She shook her hands, then pushed up into a sitting position.

Dick moved from her side and headed toward the wall of various BDSM paraphernalia. He reached up and selected a large wooden paddle. Monica swung her head toward Dane.

"You wouldn't." Her voice dropped low in challenge.

One dark brow lifted, and he grinned. "Oh, wouldn't I?" Dane climbed off the bed, met Dick on the other side, and lifted the wood from his hand. "Besides"—he turned in her direction—"this is your fantasy, and I know you're loving every minute of it." He sauntered back to the bed, his thick cock flushed and hard, the crown glistening with precum. Monica licked her lips, remembering the salty-sweet taste of his essence.

"By the look of that hard-on, you're enjoying yourself as well."

Dane fisted his shaft. "That I am, love." He slid his palm from root to tip. "Now turn over and show me that pretty ass of yours."

"Danny?" Monica stared. "You really mean to spank me?"

He reared back and allowed the paddle to strike his palm with a loud whack.

Wow. Her stomach fluttered, but not from fear, she realized. It was from the twinge of excitement. Where has this side of him been hiding for the last four years?

Monica eased over onto all fours, then turned her bottom toward him. Her blood literally hummed in her veins. She was so exposed—so vulnerable. Monica parted her lips and pulled in a deep, steadying breath. But she trusted Dane. Yeah, she did. More than she'd ever comprehended.

On the other side of the bed, Bob and Dick appeared in her line of vision. Both rigid cocks at eye level, arching toward their abdomens. Damn, what a sight.

"We're going to need a safe word, Layla, before Danny begins."

"Safe word— Right." Monica closed her eyes, her mind scrambling for the proper word. Then it came to her. Something she'd originally thought would have been part of her evening. Shit, had she ever been way off base. "Okay, how about mistletoe?"

"Mistletoe it is," Dane chimed in from behind her; and his wide palm smoothed over her ass. Monica leaned into it, reveling in the possessive feel of his touch.

Smack! The loud crack of the paddle met her ears first, followed by a hot sting blooming over her ass cheek and radiating through her pussy. A wave of heat raced up her neck and into her face.

"Oh God!" She gasped.

Smack! Another whack, followed by another, alternated from one side to her other. Monica dug her nails into the bed linens. Christ, it hurt. But damn, something about the fire—the submission, the shift in control—had her juices flowing again.

Movement in front of her caught Monica's eye. She lifted her chin and found Bob on his knees with Dick's cock down his throat. Fuck! Bob's flushed throat worked around the other man's thick girth. Dick's head had fallen back between his shoulders, his eyes closed, lips parted.

"See what your lack of control cost you, sweetness," Dick stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as if somehow he knew she watched. He opened his eyes and rolled his head forward, locking his gaze to hers. Another smack on her ass had tears welling, blurring her vision, and her pussy aching to be filled. "My cock could have been down your throat right now. But instead"—Dick looked down and grasped the other man's head, driving his shaft deeper—"Bob is on his knees receiving the pleasure that would have been yours."

Monica's pussy clenched under the mental image he'd inspired.

"Fuck!" Dane cried out from behind her. "Need you—" A thump resonated in the room as the paddle struck the floor; then the head of Dane's cock pushed inside her.

"Yes. Oh God, yes!" Monica pressed back, opening herself to her lover. "Fuck me." Her cheeks were on fire, her pussy burning up, dying to be filled. Dane gripped her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. His cock sank farther into her core, igniting every nerve in its path. "So good," she groaned.

"Wait. Like this." Dane eased from her, turned her around, then lowered himself across the bed. "Ride me."

Monica straddled his hips, reached between her legs, and guided his broad shaft to her opening. "Danny—" she whimpered, sinking onto his erection. She leaned forward and took his lips right before his hips pulsed up, shuttling his cock balls-deep. "Yes," she mumbled into his mouth. "Do it, baby."

She straightened, unable to resist matching every hard thrust with her own downward lunge. Bob continued to work Dick's shaft, the erotic view making her mouth water. "Please," she found herself uttering. Dick looked her way. "I promise to be good."

He reached down and pulled Bob from the floor, his cock leaving the other man's lips with a pop. Dick closed the distance between him and her. "Are you ready for all of us, Layla?" Dick circled his fist around his damp cock and pumped the shaft in lazy strokes. Slick fingers caressed the line between her ass cheeks, startling her. At some point, Bob had moved in behind her, and she'd missed the trip. The rustle of foil told her he was sliding a condom over his erection.

Before Monica had even realized she'd come to the conclusion, the words were out of her mouth. "Yes. All of you."

The bed dipped, and the warmth of Bob's chest pressed into her back. With his palm, he pushed her forward, closer to Dane. Monica's gaze fell to the man beneath her. Dane smiled, and his lips parted. I love you, he mouthed and flexed his hips, continuing to stroke the sensitive tissues inside. Her heart swelled with the sudden onslaught of emotion.

"I love you too," she whispered and lowered her head, claiming him with a kiss. Determined to show him tonight how much his willingness to give—to grow and change with her—meant.

The probing at her rear pulled her back to the present. Monica inhaled deeply, and Bob's lubed finger slipped inside. In and out, he worked the digit.

"Relax, sweetness," he urged, his tone soft and reassuring.

"Look at me," Dick commanded from in front.

Monica's head popped up at the demand in his tone. He placed one leg on either side of Dane's head, which partially hung off the edge of the mattress.

"Open."

She obeyed, stretched her neck forward, braced her hands on either side of Dane, and licked the damp crown of Dick's shaft.

"Good girl," he uttered with a sigh.

A second finger slid into her ass, taking her wider. Monica moaned at the burn and then wrapped her lips around the tip of Dick's cock and sucked. A loud hiss of approval met her ears. Bob's digits left her bottom, allowing Dane to pick up his pace once more. He pistoned into her, each stroke tapping his balls against her bottom.

"Layla—" her fiancé groaned. "Let's do this. So fucking good, baby. I'm not going to last." She could only imagine the graphic images playing out before his eyes. Testing his restraint. Her blowing one man while another prepared to fuck her right along with him.

The large head of Bob's cock pressed at her tight ring. Monica hummed around the shaft in her mouth and bore down into the invasion. Dane stilled, his breathing ragged.

Oh God, the burn.

Both cocks fighting for position—for room. She jerked her head back and cried out. Bob froze.

"Layla?" Dane cupped her face. "Open your eyes!"

Monica dragged her eyelids apart. Dick had stepped back, his hand continuing to work the length of his cock.

"Layla?" Monica glanced below, and Dane captured her gaze. "Answer me. Use the safe word if you're done here."

The room swayed.

Too much.

The pressure. The sensations.

But dammit, she didn't want to stop, not when she was so close. "No," she breathed. "Want it all. Do it."

Bob advanced, and her breath hitched. So full. She groaned. Dick tapped her cheek with his crown, and Monica turned toward his shaft and took him back inside her mouth. Bob surged forward again, this time seating himself to the hilt. Monica whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd never been so completely filled in her life.

She swayed on her knees—on the rigid cocks stuffed in every orifice. It was as if her body were no longer her own, a mindless slave to the erotic sensations consuming her. Dane's hips thrust up as Bob retreated, and Dick shifted forward into her mouth.

Up, back, and forward.

Over and over. The foursome slipped into a perfect rhythm.

She had no idea how long they fucked. Time no longer mattered, only the exquisite pleasure below that was spiraling out of control. Monica gasped around the shaft in her mouth and yanked away.

"Please—" she moaned. "Can I come now?" She dropped her gaze to Dane's flushed face. Sweat beaded his forehead and trailed down his cheeks.

"Fuck, yes," he growled. "Come for me, love." Dane's hips slammed into hers.

She ground her pelvis onto his cock; then Bob surged forward, stretching her even more. Her nerve endings sparked, tearing a cry from her throat, and her back arched. The world around her winked as an avalanche of pleasure, radiating from below, swamped her. Her body convulsed, then collapsed onto her fiancé's chest. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled up her spine.

Moments later, Monica's fogged mind detected Dane's familiar hoarse grunt. His body stiffened, and a rush of hot seed filled her pussy.

Bob wasn't far behind. He pistoned into her rear twice more, then with a curse, buried his shaft deep and unloaded into his condom.

"My turn, sweetness." Dick's deep voice pulled her back from the haze.

Monica pushed up, opened wide, and tilted her head. Dick slid his cock to the back of her throat. She swallowed around the engorged crown, fighting the urge to gag. He dug his fingers into her hair, holding her in place as he proceeded to fuck her mouth. Monica pulled air in through her nose with each retreat, reveling in her ability to submit. To completely let go and allow someone else to take charge. Take her to the edge. Adrenaline filled her veins, and her pulse raced, pounding in her ears.

Dick roared, and his cock pulsed, jetting cum into her mouth. She gulped around the shaft, wanting it all. Wanting to please him. His pace slowed, and he released her hair. Gently he worked his length back and forth along her tongue, leaving behind the last drops of his seed. Monica lapped at the salty pearls and twirled her tongue around the rim of his crown.

"Very good, sweetness." Dick palmed her nape as he slid free. "Very nice, indeed." He bent down and placed a light kiss to her lips, then licked the last traces of his release away. "Thank you, Layla," he whispered and straightened. "You were beautiful."

Monica smiled and shifted off Dane before easing onto the mattress and into her fiancé's waiting arms. Then Bob was beside her, kissing her, thanking her and Dane for his lovely Christmas Eve. She should have said something in return, but her brain was too numb to form any words, her eyes too tired to stay open.

Dane moved from the bed, but exhaustion stayed her complaint. The warm feel of a washcloth soon bathed the insides of her thighs, between her folds. Monica peeked from under her eyelids and glimpsed the sexy man she loved taking care of her. How had she got so lucky?

Mumbled voices followed by the distant click of a door were the last things she remembered.

Epilogue

The bright glow of sunshine broke through the gap in the suite's drapes and tugged Monica back into awareness. She rolled onto her back—and flinched from the protest in her muscles, not to mention her bottom. Oh my God. Who had been driving the truck that hit her last night?

"Merry Christmas." The seductive deep voice of her fiancé called to her from the other side of the bed. "I have coffee."

Yup. That always worked. Monica opened her eyes. Dane sat on the edge of the mattress, holding a steaming cup of java.

"You do know what I like, don't you?"

"I try." One corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smile.

Monica pushed up and propped her back against the headboard. "Merry Christmas to you too," she said, accepting the hot mug and taking it straight to her lips. Mmm— Exactly what she needed. "I still can't believe you arranged all this." She surveyed the suite, now in the light of day. "And especially how good you were at it." Her gaze darted in his direction, and she winked.

"Why, thank you, ma'am." He grinned. "Like I said last night, I joined several weeks ago, and since this fantasy was something that meant a lot to you—and to my surprise, fascinated me as well—I tried to educate myself."

"You shocked me." She shook her head. "I can truly say I've never been more surprised."

Dane leaned in closer, reached up, took the cup from her hand, and set it on the nightstand. Gently, he brushed the hair away from her face. "So did I do okay? Are you happy, love?" One dark eyebrow lifted. "Did you get what you wanted for Christmas?"

Tears welled, and she did her best to blink them back. Yet one fell free and trailed a warm path down her cheek. Dane smoothed it away with his thumb. Damn, he knew how to make her melt.

Monica lifted her hand and covered his. "Yes. I'm happy," she forced out past the lump in her throat. "It was everything I imagined and more. And who knows?" She shrugged. "Maybe we'll play again—maybe not. But I do know this…you, Dane O'Laughlin, are all I ever want or need for Christmas."

Other Titles by Jessica Lee

On Thin Ice

Passion Awakened

Bloodlines

About the Author

Jessica Lee lives in the southeastern United States with her husband and son. She loves writing and can’t wait for that quiet time each day when her son is in school, and she can get lost in another place and world with the fantastical, sexy creatures in her head. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, FF&P, and Carolina Romance Writers.

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Jessicaleenovels AT ymail DOT com

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Table of Contents

- Cover Page
- Copyright
- Summary
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Epilogue
- Other Available Titles
- About the Author