Page 22 of A Game-Changing Christmas

“Then that’s it. Tomorrow at seven a.m.,” Raphael said.

They all nodded.

“Ah, fellas, did any of you notice he didn’t ask for security detail?” Lance added.

They all eyed each other.

“That means he has it.”

They hung there in silence. Whenever King Isaac Winthrope met with them in the past, the Valentine’s provided his cover.

“Get Keith and the guys on standby, just in case he asks at the last minute,” Hunter added.

“I’d call this the last minute,” Xavier inserted.

“Okay, the last second then.”

They became quiet again, and with their minds on the upcoming meeting, they all filed out of the room one behind the other.

* * *

The heatof her lips trailed across the back of Lance’s neck as he sat on the edge of the bed unclasping his cuffs. Lance paused and turned his face to Allison, stealing her mouth and devouring its softness.

“Mmmm,” Allison moaned. Her pussy thumped, and her nipples became tender as she leaned into his lips.

Hot and wet, Lance’s tongue invaded her mouth and with the sweep of his arms he removed her from his side and sat her on his lap.

“I love you,” she breathed into his mouth.

“I love you more,” he growled. His dick pitched against the seat of her panties, and Allison purred as she kissed across his face and sucked in his earlobe.

Lance’s phone chirped but neither of them loosened their grip on the other. With their temperatures rising, Lance stood and rotated with her in his arms then flipped Allison on her back to the cushion of the California King size mattress.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get home to me all day,” she said.

“Is that right?”

Lance pulled out of his button-down shirt, revealing thick chocolate shoulders and muscular biceps. Allison nodded as she watched him undress, his dick springing to a straight point as if they were playing a game, and his manhood had chosen her. How apropos. The veins in his shaft formed a solid sword that made Allison’s sex instantly release a drip. She squirmed in anticipation, knowing the pressure that he would bestow on her in any second. Her yoni had longed for it all day, and now her spirit was giddy with the promise of his love seconds from taking her under like so many times before.

The phone rang out again, and this time it came from the emergency landline against the wall. With a crease in his forehead, Lance paused the removal of his wingtip shoes and stalked to the phone.

“Valentine,” he answered.

“You’re not answering your cell.”

“And for good reason. Do you have something, brother?”

“The bidder. He’s just acquired the Bridgeport Villas Development.”

A string of profanity fell from Lance’s lips. Whoever was behind the trigger was firing shots with every bid the Valentines placed.

“Tomorrow, we find out what’s going on,” Lance stated matter of fact.

“All right, see you then.”

Lance slammed the phone down and sank his hands into his hips. With his back to Allison, Lance worked to calm his nerve. He still had a project to wrap up. His feature film, Midnight on the Alps, had a deadline of thirty days and counting. With a wedding mere weeks away, he needed things with the bids to go smoother than they were currently. For one clear second, Lance wondered if the Roses were going through this same thing, and if so, if they had any clue who was behind it.

But he quickly dismissed the thought of reaching out to gather that information. He and the fellas would uncover who was responsible, and sooner rather than later.

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