Page 29 of Her Billionaire Stocking Stuffers

We’re on our way to another round of sealing our promises when the buzz of a repeating notification worms into my attention.

“It’s the billionaire club.” Pax holds up his phone.

Gabriel shakes his head. “That’s what he calls our friends.”

I’m still trying to figure out what the joke is when Pax connects the video chat and I realize they’re a whole gaggle of polyamorous actual billionaires and the women who love them.

“Sorry, we forgot about the group call.” He’s careful to angle his cell so I’m not onscreen until Gabriel pulls the comforter upto our necks. Kind of silly considering half the world has seen all we’ve got.

“Does your distraction have anything to do with your star elf?” one of the men asks.

“Gunner, don’t pry.” A womantsks at him then laughs. “But seriously, does it?”

I chuckle, already in love with their friends along with their cat and their house and the way they make me feel—cherished, horny, and free.

“I guess that answers that!” another woman says. “Introduce us!”

Pax gives up and rotates his wrist so they can see the four of us intertwined in bed. The group goes around and says hi and tells me all of their names. It’s a lot to keep up with, but I can’t wait to get to know them better.

“So Merry Christmas to us angel investors in OnlySantas, huh?” The one I’m pretty sure is Arlan fist-bumps his two husbands and their wife.

“Are you going to let Ivy keep performing now that she’s at the top of the charts?” That’s Ethan.

“What she does is up to her.” Gabriel sounds a bit hesitant, though.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy letting people see that you three want me so desperately.” I stop teasing and clear my throat. “I might even need that to feel totally secure. Safe.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to sacrifice and stream us making you scream every chance we can.” Gabriel’s smile still doesn’t reach his eyes though.

“Oh my word, stop being idiots.” That’s Riley, Gunner’s fiancée. “She doesn’t want to screw anyone else on camera or off it. It’s obvious.”

What? Of course I don’t. “Only you.”

Gabriel relaxes and clutches me tight to him. “Good, because you’re ours. And we’re not letting you go.”

My newfound friends cheer us on as my three billionaires take turns sealing the promise with scorching kisses. In one fairytale-worthy Christmas day, I’ve gained not one but three loves of my life, a pet kitten, a network of friends. A true family. A future. Three whole forevers.

Holiday wishes do come true.

CHAPTER 14

Gabriel

“Welcome everyone!” Ivy holds the crowd’s attention as she stands behind the podium in a forest green gown detailed with gold embroidering and crystal accents. She looks like a queen as she stands tall at the first annual fundraising gala for her charity, which has already saved over two thousand animals at cat cafes and adoption centers across the country.

A queen with a great rack that most of the people in attendance have probably paid plenty to see but only I, Cole, and Pax get to play with. Sometimes on camera, and too many times to count in the privacy of our bedroom, or on the kitchen island, or in the pool, or…

Better not think of that now or I’ll be sporting wood at a very inappropriate moment.

The crowd gathered includes several of our wealthy—and kinky—friends. Our women have a close-knit friendship, all of them glad for others who understand when they swoon or vent about the highs and lows of having multiple men for husbands.

All of them have made generous donations to get Ivy’s dream off the ground and guarantee its success continues long after she’s around to personally drive it forward. They know herstory and why establishing a program for teens that provides a safe place to bond with animals, encourages community over isolation, offers free meals to staff, helps strays find forever homes, builds savings for its participants, and awards scholarships is so damn important to her.

I couldn’t be prouder.

Pax knuckles a tear from the corner of his eye and Cole puts two fingers in his mouth to whistle like we’re at a high-school football game instead of a banquet when Ivy wraps her speech and motions for her official mascot to join her on stage.

If Ivy is our queen, Snowflake is our princess. There’s never been a cat so spoiled in feline history.

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