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Devon smirked, “Expect a small lunch delay!” he said, before dashing out of the room like his ass was on fire.

“Today is going to be one hell of a Christmas,” I said, looking at the door he had just escaped through. “I guess we better go grab our girls.”

Nate snorted. “It’s not one we are going to forget anytime soon, that’s for sure.”

Daisy

“Darling, pass mama the potato,” I cooed. The girls were standing on chairs next to the kitchen counter, passing me potatoes to peel. Only they were passing them to me so quickly I had to keep putting them back, and the cycle kept repeating itself.

The guys had all snuck off to do god knows what. They were probably cooking up some sort of Christmas surprise and I knew there was no way they could stay away long.

I hadn’t even peeled three potatoes when Jeremy and Nate came in. “There’s our girls!” Jeremy shouted, swooping in and picking up Petunia, while Nate did the same with Poppy. “We’ve got some candy that desperately needs your attention!” he whispered conspiringly so both girls could hear.

“Candy!” Petunia declared happily. “Candy daddy!”

I chuckled. “You can be the one to deal with the sugar rush!” I told him as he placed Petunia on his shoulders and jogged out of the room with her clutching his head in a bear hug and giggling manically.

Within a second, they were gone, and I could only hear a trace of the girls’ giggles as they disappeared into another part of the house.

Washing my hands, I quickly poured myself a glass of red wine and took a big sip. It was Christmas after all. What other day could I start drinking wine at midday?

Hands snaked around my waist, pulling me back into a large chest, the comforting scent of chai washing over me.

“Drinking already?” Devon asked, nibbling at my ear.

“Tis the season,” I giggled as his lips trailed across my neck, my core tightening as his hands roamed over my sides. “The girls will be back in a moment. Don’t get me all worked up. Save that for tonight.” I pouted. It was my own fault for working them up. Maybe I should have saved my gift for Christmas night.

“Oh, the girls are going to be distracted for at least twenty minutes, so we’ve got plenty of time.” I could hear the smirk in Devon’s voice.

I hummed. “How did you manage that?” I asked.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” he said, his hand trailing down my torso, slipping under the waistband of my leggings, honing straight in on my clit.

“That’s an interesting method,” I giggled before my voice trailed off in a moan.

“What can I say? We were in a rush. So, can I convince you?” he asked.

“Keep doing that and you just may,” I moaned. Who was I kidding? I was desperate to jump his bones, but there was nothing wrong with a little extra persuading.

His fingers plunged deep, the movements fast and hard, making my entire body light up with need. Every one of my guys knew exactly how to play my body like a finely tuned machine. They could have me orgasming in thirty seconds flat.

“Bedroom?” Devon asked.

I cocked an eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see the gesture. “I mean… if the girls are going to be distracted for a few minutes, we could always…” I trailed off.

“Say no more!” Devon cried happily, whirling me around and lifting me with ease so I was perched on the kitchen island. He smirked up at me as he slowly sank to his knees, his hands tugging at my leggings, quickly pulling them off my body, leaving me completely bare.

Underwear just felt unnecessary when I had gotten dressed that morning.

I cocked my head to the side. “As much as I enjoy having you on your knees, it’s not exactly the goal here, and we are in a time crunch,” I said.

“Always time for a little warm up, my beautiful omega,” he said, winking at me before diving in. He wasn’t gentle. He lapped at my folds with strong, demanding strokes of his tongue. My entire body quivered as sweat broke out on my forehead despite the cool December climate.

“Devon!” I moaned, a little too loudly.

Delicious pain burst across my thigh as Devon lightly slapped it, pulling himself away from my folds to look up at me, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to have to keep quiet, omega, otherwise our girls may hear,” he tutted.

In no time, my legs were trembling in the strong grip of his hands as I leaned back, throwing my head back as I did my best to suppress my moans.

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