Page 76 of Their Christmas Miracle

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Wine, Tequila, Absinthe

Lexi

They squeezed in two Wallbangers before their thirty minutes had expired. Lexi made sure to keep a careful eye on her watch as the seconds crawled past. Despite what Erin said, she couldn’t wait to see what it was the boys had planned for them.

She knew Mason had been the one to concoct the plan: Zach was an awesome guy but he lacked creativity. Although, what he lacked in creativity he more than made up for in intensity. Man, Zach could brood. Mason, on the other hand, always had some new surprise to spring on her when they were in the bedroom… or in the shower, or the car, the couch.

Lexi shuddered a little, her sex giving a warning tingle. She hurriedly rerouted her thoughts from Mason’s physique and tugged her envelope out of her pocket.

“Ready?” Erin asked.

Lexi glanced up at her sister and smiled broadly. After a second, Erin’s lip-glossed mouth reciprocated.

“You should smile more,” Lexi said. “You’re so fucking pretty when you smile.”

Erin laughed. “And you’ve had way too much to drink.”

“You too,” Lexi said, punching Erin on the arm. “But at least you’re a little less uptight. That stick’s about an inch out of your butt. Just another foot to go.”

Erin glared at her, but after a second of maintaining the furious frown, she broke into a gale of laughter.

They tore open their envelopes and read in unison: “To celebrate our union, you are invited to a weekend of sinful debauchery at the decadent Hotel LeFleure.”

Lexi met Erin’s eyes, and they shared a quiet chuckle.

“Thesaurus,” Erin said.

“Google,” Lexi insisted.

They went on reading out loud, matching each other’s pace and tone as the note progressed.

“Your safe words for the evening are: wine, tequila, absinthe. Wine means: go. Tequila means: I like it, but don’t go any further. Absinthe means: stop.”

“Safe words?” Erin murmured. “You think Zach’s going to tie me up?”

Lexi shivered with anticipation. “God I hope Mason does! We’ve been wanting to try that for ages.”

“I don’t know,” Erin frowned. “What if I don’t like it?”

“That’s what the safe words are for, dummy.” Lexi added a grin to take the sting out of her words. “Just shout ‘absinthe’ if you don’t like it.”

Erin shrugged and they carried on reading.

“From the moment you enter our room, you will be under my full control. You must obey me with alacrity—” the girls glanced up in unison and shared a roll of their eyes “—and without protest.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Erin said, snapping the page straight. “Obey? Full control? Nope.” She began folding the page.

Lexi’s fingers stopped her. “Erin…”

“Come on, Lex. He can’t be serious.”

Lexi bit her lip, and slowly unfolded the letter again. “That’s just it, sis. He’s way too serious. Just like you. It’s time you two let your hair down. Time you both stopped being such control freaks and just… just…”

“Let him tie me up and screw me?” Erin finished with a toss of her blond hair.

Lexi sighed.

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