Page 110 of Naughty & Nice

His hands wrap around the bottom of my sweater and he drags it up.

“No, the fire. It’s?—”

“Blazing, just like your body,” Wilder says as the cool air surrounds me.

Trust Hendrix to take my tank too.

My nipples pebble as I stand there between them, the soul focus of their attention.

My hands lift to cover myself, but Wilder’s fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me from hiding.

“Let him see what he owns now, little rebel,” Wilder rasps in my ear, sending heat straight between my thighs.

With his eyes locked on my chest, Rix reaches behind him and drags his wet sweater and t-shirt from his body.

My mouth runs dry at the sight of the skin he reveals as the sound of the fire coming to life crackles around us.

“Something tells me things are about to get nice and hot in here,” Wilder mocks.

“So hot,” Rix mutters absently as he shoves his pants from his hips, leaving him in his boxers.

“Aren’t they wet too?” I ask, my eyes on the tent in the fabric.

“They are. But it’s Christmas. You need to have something to unwrap.”

“Dude, that’s fucking cringe,” Wilder quips.

“If you don’t want her to do the same to you, all you’ve got to do is say.”

Wilder’s grip on my wrists tightens, and his warm breath tickles down my neck and over my chest.

“Is that what you want, Rebel? Do you want to unwrap our cocks like Christmas presents?”

Oh my god.

Is this even real right now?

A whimper rumbles in my chest. It’s all the answer Wilder needs.

“I think that was a yes.”

His lips land on the patch of skin that connects my neck to my shoulder. A shudder of desire rips through me, my skin erupting in goosebumps.

“I think she’s the one who needs unwrapping now we’ve started,” Hendrix growls, his eyes jumping between my bare tits, my mouth, and my eyes.

“Now there’s an idea. And what will we do with her once we’ve unwrapped her?”

My thighs brush together in the hope of squashing the ache between my legs the more the two of them taunt me.

“Noelle,” Hendrix rasps as he watches me.

Dropping to his knees, he reaches out and tucks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pulling both them and my panties down my legs.

Cool air rushes over my heated skin, making me even more desperate for what’s to come.

“How does she look?” Wilder asks when Rix sits back on his haunches and looks up at me.

“Perfect,” he breathes. “So fucking perfect.”

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