Page 10 of Her Billionaire Stocking Stuffers

And I’m afraid I took it out on Cole and Pax in our performance, though neither complained about the sharp edge to our session. In fact, they came so hard neither one has budgedfrom our bed where they’ve been tangled in the sheets and each other for hours.

So I’m caught off guard when the door to our office slams open and my boys rush in.

“I told you! I fucking called it!” Cole is fist-pumping hard enough to make the bulge in his grey sweatpants dance.

I rip my lewd stare from it to Pax, who’s grinning as he takes in Snowflake overseeing me assembling her dream home complete with a net, a hanging toy, three platforms, and a scratching post.

The instant she sees him, she purrs loud enough that her whole body vibrates.

I completely understand.

He’s fucking adorable in his buffalo plaid lounge pants, and yet hot as hell. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to bust my balls, even if it’s not quite as much as Cole does. “I thought you hated cats.”

Refusing to be baited, I wing my stare to Cole.

Doesn’t anyone own a shirt around here? It’s hard to concentrate with their washboard abs and tattoos that highlight the ridges of their cut bodies on display. “What the fuck are you shouting about?”

“Our girl.” Cole has a wicked glint in his eyes. “Ivy.”

Like I don’t know who the one woman we fantasize about endlessly is.

“What about her?”

“She took the bait.” He turns his phone to me, and even from several feet away I can tell there’s a set of long shapely thighs that lead to flesh-toned pixels.

I cover Snowflake’s eyes.

Pax loses his shit, laughing so hard he clutches his perfect abs.

Then I carefully set the kitten in her new blinged-out bed before rising.

How my dick is hard after the unspeakable way I used these two last night, I have no idea. But I cross to them and snatch the phone from Cole in two strides. “Holy fucking shit.”

“She’s definitely getting some Cole in her stocking.” He rubs his crotch, and I can’t think of a reason not to offer her the role we’ve been scouting for.

There was only one person we wanted to fill it.

I just never thought there was a chance she would.

“It’s a goddamned Christmas miracle.” Pax takes the words right out of my mouth.

I have a moment where I’m not sure. She’s so innocent. And kind of desperate.

The payout we offered was substantial.

But if we’re going to give it to someone, why not her?

And the performance will ensure the success of OnlySantas—and whatever other holidays we skin the site with throughout the year. Who wouldn’t pay top dollar for her?

Since we’re not only performers but the site’s owners, investing in Ivy is a win-win for us.

Besides, she’ll be wearing a mask just like us.

No one else will know who she is.

There won’t be any entanglements because she’ll never realize that I hate coffee as much as I thought I hated cats and only go to the shop to see her. Plus we’ll be able to get her out of our systems.

“Accept her application,” I order Pax.

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