Page 8 of Christmas with my Three Best Friends

Marius starts the car, the engine roaring to life, and puts it in reverse. “I’ve never even considered something like this before,” he says. “And somehow, it’s all I’ve been able to think about since I read your naughty list.”

“I’m not very good at expressing precisely how I’m feeling,” I reply, hands resting in my lap. “Except that I’m genuinely embarrassed.”

“I know, and I get it. But it was an honest mistake. No one could ever fault you for it,” Marius says. “Besides, it also gave me a pretty intimate glimpse into your soul, Shay. It’s not like there wasn’t enough for me to like and want in the first place. That list only made the fire burn brighter.”

“Aren’t you the poet…”

“I pick up on things,” he chuckles softly. “Quick learner, remember?”

“Indeed you are.”

He drives me home with music playing on the radio, a mixture of indie and rock tunes from a previous decade. I find the guitar riffs quite soothing at this hour, and I briefly travel away with the lyrics until Marius’s voice returns me into the real world.

“Here we are,” he says as we pull up outside my townhouse.

“Home, sweet home,” I reply.

Once I get out of Marius’s car, I hold my breath as I notice him getting out as well. The keys jingle in my hand, that’s how badly I’m shaking because of the intense look in his eyes as he walks over to my side.

“I’ll walk you in,” he says.

“You don’t have to,” I manage meekly.

“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.”

He’s on a mission, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stop him. Marius has come to my place before, but never after moments of unexpected intimacy such as those from earlier. I have a hard time breathing as I unlock the door and go in. He follows quietly and closes the door behind him.

“Do you want coffee? Tea? I’ve got some non-alcoholic beer in the fridge, but nobody ever wants that,” I say, half-smiling as I stand in the lobby.

“I didn’t come for drinks,” Marius says.

“What did you come for, then?” I ask, my heart thumping.

I know what he came for. And he knows I know. It’s written all over his face, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the fortune of seeing. Determined and incredibly hot, Marius comes closer and takes me in his arms. Within seconds, I’m damn near crushed against his muscular chest, his embrace tightening as his mouth captures mine.

The kiss obliterates every last sense left flailing within me. I’m helpless and breathless as we devour one another, lips pressing and tongues clashing as we taste the sweetness that has been brewing between us for so long. I realize it’s been as intense for him as it has been for me, because his chest echoes with a frantic heartbeat and his breath is ragged, the moans slipping from his throat, causing a fire to light in my core.

I’m wet already, panting softly between rushed inhales before I kiss him again, deeper and deeper until I lose myself in him. It happens so fast, his movements so swift I barely register the moment I slip out of my shoes. The moment he peels the clothes off me and takes a second to admire me from head to toe.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Shay, you have no idea,” Marius says, his voice raspy and dripping with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful and you’re all mine tonight.”

My breasts fill the lace cups, nipples perking under his gaze. My panties are slick, and there’s an ache between my legs in desperate need of release. I’ve pleasured myself rather efficiently over the years, and I almost went all the way with Vincent more than once, but there was always a sliver of doubt where he was concerned, the kind of hesitation that made me pull back each time. It’s nothing like that with Marius, however. Whatever we’re about to do, I want it. Wholly and fully. I need him to dismantle me and claim me as his. And I know as soon as we cross that threshold, I will want more and more. Of him. Of Jax. Of Richard, too.

I might just get my wish after all…

“Come here,” Marius commands me. I’m turned on by the fact that he’s still fully dressed, though the bulge in his pants is telling me he is as turned on as I am.

I obey and come closer. He touches my breast, gently at first. A finger, then two brushing over the nipple, feeling the lace before hooking under the hem. He pulls it down, revealing my naked flesh. A second later, his mouth is locked around the nipple, his tongue and teeth teasing. I whimper softly, my back arching as his hands lock on my hips, pulling me closer.

He suckles delightedly, tongue flicking and causing electrical storms to unravel in my loins before he pulls the fabric off my left breast and repeats the same delicious operation. I’m putty in his hands, surrendering to this man as he tastes me, as he explores my body and marvels at every curve.

I run my fingers through his black, curly hair. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages… my fingertips tingle with excitement as he comes back up and kisses me again. He’s hungry. Ravenous, even. And I am his to do with as he pleases. I don’t even have to say it. He knows. He sees it in my eyes.

“I know you’re inexperienced,” Marius whispers. “So, we’re gonna ease you into that foursome fantasy of yours.”

“How?” I mumble, half-drunk on his arousal.

He pulls my panties down. They end up on the floor, drenched with my desire. “Spread your legs for me,” he says, and it’s impossible to resist.

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