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Protocol flies straight out the window as she lets out a cry that’s somewhere between a sob and a feral scream, her entire body shuddering against mine as her orgasm pulses on and on. I stroke her clit right through to the end, until she’s trying to clamp her thighs shut around my hand.

"Good girl," I praise as I pump the last drops of my cum into her. "Now thank your Master properly."

Rhea immediately sinks to her knees between my legs, taking my softening cock into her mouth to clean up our combinedjuices. The twins watch in something that looks like awe as she demonstrates her complete devotion.

“That’s my gorgeous girl. You’ve done so well today, I don’t think I’ll punish you for all the noise. Now, kiss your boys goodnight, I have more plans for you once you’re tucked into my bed.”

Chapter 36

Rhea

My sneakers slapagainst the polished floor of the psychology building as I hurry towards my Master's office, my latest paper clutched in my hands like a precious commodity. The hallway stretches empty ahead of me. Most students have already left campus for the holidays, but I still have one more meeting before break officially begins.

"Come in, Rhea." His deep voice answers my knock immediately. The familiar scent of leather and coffee wraps around me as I step inside, my spine automatically straightening under his appraising gaze.

"I brought my final paper, sir." I place it on his desk, fighting to keep a poker face despite the pride threatening to burst across my cheeks. The A- gleams up at us in red ink, proof that his strict study schedule has paid off.

"Excellent improvement." My Master’s fingers trace the margin notes as he flips through the pages. "Your analysis shows remarkable clarity. I see you've been following the reading list I gave you to assist with Professor Edmonton’s lecture series."

"Yes, sir. It helped so much. Thank you." I settle into the chair across from him, smoothing my skirt over my thighs. "Not to mention, having designated study hours these past weeks hasmeant I could focus completely, without worrying about...other obligations."

His lips quirk slightly at my careful phrasing. "Indeed. Speaking of obligations, what are your plans for the holiday?"

"Oh… um… I usually pick up extra shifts at the diner. Most students go home, so they need the help. It’s not like I can spend it with my family or anything, and Nat’s folks always take her skiing, so…"

Professor Shaw sets my paper aside as my garbled answer trails off. "I see… Then perhaps you'd consider spending the holidays with us this year. I know the twins would love it, and I believe the celebration wouldn’t be complete without you there."

"I'd love that," I gasp, a smile spreading across my face that I couldn't suppress if I tried. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl." He returns my smile with a dazzling one of his own, rare and genuine. "Now, let's discuss your reading assignments for the break. Just because it's Christmas doesn't mean we'll let those grades slip again."

Dean's headpops up from beneath a tangle of Christmas lights as I burst through their apartment door less than an hour late, practically bouncing over the threshold with excitement to share the news. Bits of tinsel glitter in his dark hair, and something about seeing him tangled in decorations makes my heart almost burst.

"Babygirl! Perfect timing. Help me figure out why half these lights won't work." He gestures at the chaos spread across their living room floor, but I can barely contain myself long enough to take in the festive disaster.

“He invited me for Christmas!" The words tumble out in a rush. "He wants me to spend the whole holiday with all of you."

Dean freezes mid-untangle, his face lighting up brighter than any of the working bulbs scattered around him. In two quick strides, he crosses the room and sweeps me off my feet, spinning me in a circle that sends my stomach swooping.

"Finally!" He sets me down but keeps his arms locked around my waist. "I've been dropping hints for weeks about having you there. Wanted it to be your first real family Christmas with us."

"First real family Christmas?" Ethan's voice drifts from his doorway. "Did our girl finally get her invitation?"

"She did." Dean presses a kiss to my temple. "Now we can show her how the Cooper twins do the holidays."

"Speaking of which..." Ethan prowls closer, that familiar calculating look in his eyes. "We need to discuss tree decorating duties. I assume you'll want to help with that?"

"Obviously she's helping me," Dean cuts in before I can answer. "I already claimed her for light-stringing duty."

"Pretty sure that should be my job, considering the mess you're making of it." Ethan gestures at the tangled strands with a smirk. "Besides, I have better taste in ornament placement."

"You do not?—”

"Guys," I interrupt their bickering with a laugh. "I can help you both. Though maybe we should focus on getting these lights working first?"

"Fine, and then we can discuss spoiling you rotten with presents," Dean declares, pulling me down beside him on the floor. "No arguments."

"Dean, you don't have to?—”

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