Page 69 of Filthy Rich Santas

If I had to guess, Beckett doesn’t want to let Lana get too deep under his skin, which is why he didn’t even let her touch him. It’s like he was being careful not to completely let himself go.

I huff a breath, shaking my head as I grin up at the ceiling again. Honestly, he’s probably not wrong to be cautious. She’s definitely addicting. But holding back would defeat the whole purpose of indulging ourselves like this, as far as I’m concerned.

Besides, the deal we made sets clear boundaries—this all ends when we get Lana to her parents’ house in New Hampshire—so there’s no actual danger of any of us getting too deeply involved. We’ve already agreed on that.

I close my eyes again. It’s probably four or five in the morning by now, and even though I still feel wound up from our recent activities, I should probably try to get some sleep before we hit the road in the morning.

But next to me, Lana stirs. Then she quietly climbs over me, slipping out of bed.

I open my eyes again, rolling onto my side and propping myself up on one elbow to watch her. I can tell by the careful, quiet way she moves around the room that she doesn’t notice I’m awake.

She slips the plush robe she was wearing earlier back on, grabs her phone, and leaves the bedroom.

I’m out of bed before the door closes, padding silently after her. I find her bent over in front of the open refrigerator, looking too tempting to resist.

“Good morning, love,” I murmur as I come up behind her, stroking her hips.

She startles, gasping as she straightens up and whirls around to face me, catching herself with a hand in the center of my chest.

I capture it and hold it there, and she smiles, laughing softly as she murmurs, “Don’tdothat.”

I shrug, grinning down at her. “Can’t help it.” I nod toward the open refrigerator. “Hungry?”

“Your fault.” Her eyes gleam as she teases me. “But yes, I woke up starving. We have leftovers, right? Because I really need a midnight snack.”

“You’re a few hours too late for that,” I tease her back. “I think the sun is about to come up.”

Her fingers curl against my chest. “I think we still have time.”

I nod, grinning. “Oh, there’s always time for a midnight snack. Tristan and Beckett may not always understand that, but I’m a believer.”

The three of us bought a house together when we opened the club, and my late night snacking habits are something they give me shit about on a regular basis. Lana clearly understands the importance of it, though. She pulls a few takeout containers from the fridge, hands me one, grabs forks for both of us, then leans back against the counter and devotes her attention to last night’s leftovers like a woman truly after my own heart.

I follow suit, groaning at how good it tastes.

“I know,” she says as I make another sound. “Mm, this tastes even better cold.”

I bump her fork with mine. “Maybe it’s the company.”

She grins up at me. “Maybe.”

I like how relaxed she seems, but the Dom in me still has to check. “How are you feeling, love?”

She raises her eyebrows, slowly sliding the fork out from between her plush lips as she looks up at me. Then she clears her throat. “Still a little hungry, I guess? Why, do you want to trade?”

She holds out the takeout container she was eating from, and I swap hers for mine. But the first rule of good kink is good communication, so I’m not going to let her dodge my question.

“I mean after last night,” I clarify.

“Oh.” She flushes. “Um, good. I don’t think I’ve ever come that many times in a row before.”

Hearing that is hot as fuck, but also somehow sweet, just like Lana. She’s got an innocence to her that has nothing to do with her sexual experience or how new to kink she is. It comes from inside her, and combined with how eager she is to explore her interests, it’s sexy as hell.

She rests her hand on my chest again, her expression softening. “You know, that’s not the only thing I enjoyed about last night, though.”

I grin. “I’m all ears.”

“It was nice just spending time with you all. I mean, it’s been nice during this whole trip, but I really liked sharing things.” She pauses for a second, trapping her lip between her teeth. “But you know, I never really thought about why you spent so many holidays at our house growing up. You even celebrated a few birthdays at our place, didn’t you?”

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