Page 11 of Mistletoe and Mischief

“And I might not be fully recovered from the other night.”

My chest tightens and my cock twitches. We went pretty hard with her, but she encouraged it.

“We can help with that if you’ll let us—a little pampering.”

She unlocks the door, opens it, and we file into her cozy living room, taking in the colorful throw pillows and eclectic art on the walls. It’s so bold. So Jasmine.

“You’re just as beautiful without fancy hair and makeup.” It sounds lame, but it’s true. I try not to stare, but it’s hard to process that she’s as pretty as my brain remembered.

“Let’s focus on the business proposal.” She points us to the living room couch and dining room chairs.

“Today is simply a proposal and initiation of negotiations.”

We lay it out, starting with a mere ten thousand dollars a month and one weekend away with her. This base-level plan is the least outlandish, in case we risk coming across as rich assholes with the higher-level plans. The problem is that we’re addicted to her and need a fix.

The plans go up in dollar amount and time commitment from there, but she cuts us off before we get to the move in with us, million dollar a month, and free-use package.

“Stop. What is this?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“The whole idea of you paying me.”

“You don’t want a relationship, so dating’s out of the question.”

Blake cuts in. “We don’t feel right about making you a booty call.”

Landon adds, “As business owners, much like yourself, we understand that your time is valuable. Everything becomes an exchange of time and money. We want to make that right by you.”

I jump ahead. “I didn’t finish spelling out the different options, but basically, you can mix and match anything we offered or come up with your own.”

“You’re cracking me up.As business owners, much like myself… We don’t have anything in common.”

“Just because your business is smaller than ours, doesn’t mean you don’t have to make tough decisions. It’s all scaled. You care about your business and that’s what matters.”

Landon adds, “And some things take time. Like the national parks partnership we’re pursuing. Good things come to those who wait.”

She smirks at his joke then refocuses. “The mix and match thing… I could mix one dollar amount with any of the time commitments?”

She’s considering it. Are we getting somewhere? My heart kicks into overdrive. My cock is ready. I take a breath to keep calm.

“Whatever you want. Start the negotiations.”

We’re willing to give her anything, but out of respect, we plan on trying not to appear overeager.

She thinks for a minute, which grows into an agonizingly long time. It also gives my brain space to pull up memories of how good it felt to bounce her up and down on my lap at the auction.

How her tits threatened to spill out of the top of her dress. How she nuzzled her face into my neck to keep from screaming out when she orgasmed.

Her businesslike tone pulls me out of the real-life fantasy. “The big things for me are that I stay single and in control of my life. Do any versions of your plan fit that?”

“We’ll craft it however you want.”

“I’m serious. I’m not ready to settle down. I’m sure Trent… I just want the expectations to remain clear.”

“You’re crystal-clear. We’ll remain adults who enjoy spending time with each other unless you ask us for a different deal. Just pick your timeframe and dollar amount.”

She takes an exaggeratedly deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but no dollars. You mentioned trading time and money. I don’t want tooweyou.”

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