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She turned around, swaying those hips in that way that drove me crazy. Luke and I stood up following her into the main bathroom. The shower was big enough for all of us and I was glad I had pushed for this enormous shower for once.

The snow had startedto fall harder by the time we made it to the club. It was close to the condo so I didn’t worry too much. Camila was excited about going out and I couldn’t say no to her and neither could Luke.

We walked to our table upstairs; it already had a few bottles out for us. Our bottle girl was amazing at serving us quickly and bringing us a few snacks. The club was packed, which wasn’t my cup of tea, except I knew Camila loved to dance and they had mentioned this club once or twice.

We cheered before Camila walked up to the railing, looking over and admired all the people. Her skirt was short enough to give us a glimpse of her plump ass and by the look she gave us, I knew she was doing this on purpose. Luke and I watched her sway, putting on a little show for us, but I knew she wanted to be on the floor.

“Take her to the dance floor,” I yelled at Luke.

“You take her, I don't want to leave you here alone,” he yelled above the music.

I had the urge to cup his cheek and kiss him, but we were in public, and I didn’t know how this was going to played out in public.

“Come on!” Camila came over and grabbed Luke's hand and then mine.

She led us down the stairs to the dance floor, right to the middle of it. It wasn’t my favorite choice, but with Luke it seemed people gave us a little bit of room. I kept my distance being mindful of getting too close except Camila wasn’t having that.

She pulled me closer, swaying her voluptuous body against mine and then I felt Luke’s body behind me. He swayed with me, holding my hip, occasionally touching Camila too. The more they touched me the more I let go of my reservations about keeping my distance. Though a part of me was still worried if they saw someone they knew and what would they think about seeing all of us together.

We danced until we were sweaty and in need of water. Camila let us take a quick break before we were back on the dance floor. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and my worries were long gone. We kissed freely, groping each other, grinding on each other. As we rang in the new year, we all kissed together. It was a little messy and chaotic but I didn’t care because it was with them. We drank some champagne before I was desperate to go home.

“Have you had your fill of dancing?” I took a big drink of my water.

“I’m ready,” Luke said, glancing at us and I knew we were on the same page.

“Sure.” Camila shrugged.

“You brat,” I said, waving down our bottle service girl.

I asked for the check, a car and our jackets. Luke argued with me about paying and he glared at me when I told him I just had to sign the receipt.

“Genevieve, it might be my turn to spank that ass raw,” he growled. “I told you I wanted to take care of you out here.”

I shrugged, loving that he wanted to, but I had more than enough money to pay for a lot of stuff for us. It gave me a sense of pride providing for them when it had been just me for so long.

We grabbed our jackets before heading out to a car that was already here for us. We squeezed into the back and thankfully it was a SUV because I don’t know how Luke rode in any car that wasn’t a truck. The snow had started falling more quickly and I was a little nervous the entire way home but our driver was careful. The sidewalk was slick with ice and Camila and I were too giggly to walk right.

Luke threw us over his shoulders which surprised the hell out of me and my doorman. I said hello as he walked us in, straight to the elevator. He set us down in the elevator that took us up to the condo. Exhaustion was about to set in but I needed something.

Camila leaned against me and I realized it might be best if we just passed out because we had been out all night and they had been traveling most of the day. I wrapped my arm around her as she snuggled against me. The elevator opened and I led Camila to the bedroom with Luke right behind us.

“Shower?” I asked, helping Camila into bed.

“Probably, I’m sweaty and probably full of glitter,” she sighed.

“Good choice, Hermosa,” Luke said, taking off his button up shirt and throwing it on the bench in front of the bed.

He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes showing us his amazing ass and back. Momentarily distracted, I looked back atCamila who was also staring at her husband, and we giggled. I stripped us out of our dresses, kissing her every chance I got.

When I was done she gave me a dopey smile and I knew she had had a lot to drink. Luke came back, picked up Camila and grabbed my hand. He led us into the shower helping Camila shower as she got sleepier and sleepier. I kept her propped up against me, kissing her face while Luke showered.

Luke stepped out and dried himself before grabbing Camila, setting her on the vanity as I rinsed off the conditioner on my hair. I enjoyed the heat for a moment more then turned off the water. The door to the shower suddenly opened and Luke held it open as he handed me a towel.

My cheeks grew red from the simple gesture. He picked me up like he had his wife, setting me on the counter, and handed me one of my hair towels.

“Sorry, I don’t know how to do this,” he said, blushing slightly.

“It’s ok,” I said, getting off the vanity and helping Camila put her hair in a towel. I pulled out stuff from my drawers, setting them on the table.

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