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“Great. We have a contest at the office,” Andrew grinned.

“Some of our gifts need to be private,” Ryan smirked as he nudged her neck.

“I might be interested in those private ones,” Annabel turned to capture his lips. “All right. One gift each of whatever nature you want.”

“Nope,” Andrew said. “I know you’re the negotiating queen but I have no less than five things in mind for you.”

“If I hate these gifts, I’ll punish you,” she warned as she tugged the buttons open on his shirt.

“Annabel,” Ryan murmured her name.

“I have plans for you but we have to settle this holiday thing,” Annabel sighed.

Andrew leaned his forehead against hers. “Not holiday. Gift exchange. If you hate them, you’ll tell us and we’ll learn from it. If you love it, next year there will be no limitations.”

“I am not agreeing to no limitations,” Annabel snorted.

“Fewer limitations,” Ryan suggested.

“I’m not having more than one tree,” Annabel rolled her eyes.

“What if Olivia wants one in her area?” Ryan shifted closer to her.

“You can ask her,” Annabel conceded.

“You’ll do anything for your daughter, won’t you?” Andrew tugged his shirt out of his pants as she rubbed her hand up and down his chest.

“Of all the things I’ve done in my life, she’s the best,” Annabel admitted.

“We admire you for that,” Ryan whispered in her ear.

“Annabel,” Andrew murmured her name as she tugged on his belt. “I am desperate for you.”

“You do know we had sex this morning,” she grinned as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and pressed her body close to his.

“I want to be inside you,” Andrew moaned his neediness.

“Hmmmm,” she licked his neck, slipped her tongue along his chest, and captured his nipple.

“Anna… oh…. Hmmmm,” Andrew lost his mind as she teased his body. “Don’t stop.”

Ryan slipped his hand over her bottom. He leaned in. “Please…” he murmured.

“Bedroom,” Annabel raised her head saw the languid look in both their eyes and knew any discussion at this point was useless. “Bedroom and naked. Andrew?”

“Yes, anything, I’m yours to command,” he submitted to her.

“Carry me. Ryan, you go ahead of us and be naked by the time we get there,” Annabel ordered. “I’m weary of clothes.”

Ryan rushed into the bedroom leaving the doors open. He dragged his shirt over his head as he stepped into the bedroom. Pulling the blankets down on the bed, he moved to the closet and kicked off his shoes. He heard the rumble of Andrew’s groan as Annabel wrapped herself around him and sucked his neck. She’d leave a mark because she knew both her men liked her marks on them.

Ryan dragged his jeans down and got stuck in them. In attempting to step out of them, he fell against the wall. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“Yes, we will but not if your jeans are stuck on you,” Annabel teased him. “Andrew, put me down here.”

He let her feet fall and bent over so they touched the floor. “I need you,” he murmured.

“You definitely do,” Annabel smiled, kissed him. When she raised her head, she said, “I must help and punish Ryan. He’s a naughty boy. Go to bed and I’ll be there. There’s a position I’ve always wanted to try and think you’ll enjoy.”

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