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“It’s okay. I’ll make our excuses. You can stay tonight, you know.”

She shook her head. “My parents would actually murder me if I didn’t wake up with them tomorrow.” Right. It was Christmas Eve. The incredible sex had put it out of my mind.

“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. Well, I’ll just have to make things even before you go.” I heaved myself upright.

“What do you mean?”

I reached into my nightstand and quickly searched through my collection of vibrators, finally selecting one.

“I’ve come twice and you’ve only come once. I’m not sending you home with only one orgasm. What kind of friend would I be?”

Danny smiled slowly as I showed her the vibrator and then turned it on.

“Well in the interest of fairness,” she said, spreading her legs.

I leaned down and kissed her, tasting both of us. “I’m all about fairness.”

Chapter Twelve

Danny

Holiday did make me come with the vibrator. Even harder than when we’d been going down on each other. I’d floated somewhere near the ceiling for a while until remembering where we were and what we’d been doing.

“I need to shower before I go home,” I said. There was no way I could just put my clothes back on and go home the way I was. She was all over me.

“That’s fine. I might join you. We’ll get you all cleaned up and send you on your way.” She was pouting again. I reached out and grabbed her chin.

“You can’t do that anymore. It makes me want to give you things.”

“What kind of things?” she asked, raising those perfect eyebrows.

“You know what kind of things.” I rolled my eyes and sat up, my joints loose from the orgasms.

“Tell me,” she said, her eyes sparkling. My god, she was stunning. I couldn’t believe I’d seen her naked and had gotten to make her come. Twice.

“No. I need to get home.” I picked up some of my clothes and realized I couldn’t put them back on until I’d showered off.

“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, staring at the bed.

“I know, baby,” I said, reaching out and stroking the side of her face to get her to look up at me. “But you know how mad my parents will be. And I’ll see you tomorrow as soon as we can.” She always had Christmas morning with her parents for breakfast and gifts, then would come to our party in the afternoon. Hopefully she could get away a little earlier. It seemed selfish to want her to abandon her family for me, but I didn’t really care.

“I like how you call me baby now,” she said, grinning at me.

“You do?”

She nodded.

“Then I’ll keep doing it. Baby. Do you have a robe or something I can put on?” She did, so I covered up and snuck down the hall with her after she’d put on a second robe. We showered together, touching and kissing and laughing.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she kept saying.

“I know. It’s scary how easy it is,” I confessed.

“I know. But we know each other.” She moved her loofah across my breasts, causing me to moan. If she didn’t stop, I was going to beg her to make me come again.

“We know each otherreallywell now,” I said, grasping her wrist and making her stop stroking me. “If I’m ever going to get home, we’re going to have to stop.”

Holiday let out a little sound of frustration, but she handed me the loofah so I could finish washing myself. Once we were out of the shower, I put my clothes back on and brushed out my hair, putting it up again. Everyone was going to notice that my hair was wet when I got back, but I’d let them draw their own conclusions.

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