Page 32 of A Very Daddy Christmas

“I honestly don’t really like this shade of pink. I prefer a softer hue, like blush.”

Waylan just laughs and plants a firm kiss on my temple. “Then just say so. No more flashy pink stuff. I promise.”

“You could go easy with the gifts.”

His face lingers too close to mine, and I hold my breath for what feels like forever. Under any other circumstances, and given what has already happened between Sebastian, Riggs, and me, this would be insanely wrong. But it’s not. Not in this house. In here, it’s natural, and it makes my core tighten with the excitement of pure anticipation as his hand settles on the small of my back. I can feel his touch through the velour fabric.

“I could. But I won’t,” he says.

“It’s not the way to my heart,” I manage.

“Where’s dessert?” Dario calls out from the dining room.

It’s the cold shower we both needed. Waylan steps back, smiling and flustered. He takes the tray into the dining room, and I follow with the plates and cutlery, my cheeks flaring pinker than my tracksuit.

“Here it is!” I announce, realizing that tonight, I won’t be sleeping alone.

Once Dario isoff to dreamland, I set the monitor on its loudest setting and head back to my room where a text is waiting. With quivering hands, I swipe the screen to unlock my phone and read it.

My lips move with every word.

We’re waiting in Sebastian’s room, Waylan writes.

“Oh, wow,” I mumble. My suspicions were correct.

Tonight is the night, apparently, and I’m already soaking wet just thinking about it. I slip out of my room, breathless and light on my feet, and head down the hall, monitor in hand. I doubt I’ll need it. Dario was exhausted.

I push the door open to Sebastian’s room. All three are waiting by the window, fully dressed. Why am I disappointed? I almost laugh inwardly. I would’ve liked to have found them gloriously bare, hot and hard and ready for me.

“Come here,” Sebastian says.

“Yes, sir,” I mumble, demurely padding across the soft carpet to reach them. I love the way he looks at me. Dark and hungry, lips slightly parted.

“Take all of it off. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

With trembling hands, I remove my shirt first, letting it fall to the floor. My pants join it quickly, leaving me in white lace panties and a matching bralette.

Riggs lets out a heavy sigh. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

“Undress me,” Waylan commands me.

I glance up and give him a sweet, ravenous smile. “I’m glad you’re joining us tonight,” I tell him. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“I can tell,” he replies, glancing down.

I follow his gaze and realize that my nipples are perked and wrestling against the white lace. He lifts his hand and pinches one, gently at first, as I hold my breath. A second later, he cups my full breast, kneading the flesh as I moan softly, delighted by his firm, inquisitive grip.

“Undress me,” he says again and withdraws his hand.

A smile curls my lips as I inch closer and get to work on his shirt buttons. Sebastian and Riggs wait patiently beside him, standing tall and hungry, but they don’t move. They’re enjoying watching me tenderly undressing Waylan.

“Good girl,” he says as I remove his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso and a layer of tattoos covering most of his chest and rippling abs. I run my fingers over his nipples, feeling themharden beneath my touch.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

“Not yet. Take the rest of my clothes off first,” he replies.

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