Page 70 of My Secret Santa Daddies

“We’ve had practice,” Cody says smugly.

“But I’m only doing this for Jack?—”

“Of course,” Wyatt says with a wink.

“Just give me five minutes to change and we can go.”

In my bedroom,I stand in front of the mirror, glaring at the stubborn zipper at the back of my dress. The rich, emerald green fabric shimmers faintly in the soft light, catching the glow from the nearby lamp.

I fumble with the zipper, twisting my body awkwardly to reach it.

But it’s useless. I can’t get a good enough grip, and I let out a low, frustrated growl.

Of coursethis is how things go for me.

I tug again, and the zipper stubbornly refuses to budge.

There’s a knock at the door, low and hesitant, and I freeze, my heart stuttering in my chest.

“Sierra?” It’s Cody’s voice, warm and steady from the other side. “Everything okay there?”

I stare at the door, my mind racing.Of all the times...

“Fine,” I call back, trying to sound composed, even though I’m not. “Just… having a minor dress malfunction.”

Silence, and then a soft, knowing laugh. “Need a hand?”

The question hangs in the air between us, intimate in its simplicity. Part of me wants to say no, to hold on to the last shred of dignity I have left. But the truth is, Idoneed help.

“Yes.”

The door creaks open slowly, and both Cody and Wyatt step inside.

“I’ve got you,” he says quietly, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and something deeper.

He steps closer, the warmth of his body radiating in the cool room. I turn slightly, giving him access to the zipper, and the heat of his fingertips lingers against the bare skin of my back as he takes hold of it.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.

I nod, unable to form words as his fingers work slowly; carefully tugging the zipper upward. The sensation is strange, intimate in a way that feels almost too much, yet not enough all at once. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his touch, and the way it sends tingles down my spine.

I missed them. Missed their touch and heat.

“Almost there.”

Cody's fingers linger for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, sending a shiver up my spine. He hesitates, stopping halfway.

Cody's warm hands glide down my arms as his fingers run down my spine.

“Wyatt, I can’t seem to get it all the way,” he whispers, looking over his shoulder.

Wyatt chuckles, shaking his head. “Here, let me.”

He steps in front of me, his arms wrapping around my waist, and pulls me back against him, my back flush against his chest.

His fingers are sure and deft as he undoes the zipper. My heartbeat quickens in my chest as I realize what’s happening. Mybreath comes out in shallow, uneven gasps as I feel the heat from his body enveloping me like a warm blanket.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the way my body reacts to his touch.

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