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“Like?”

“How about every time I hate having to watch you fuck someone else, you earn yourself a punishment that I can claim at any time after the party?”

My skin heats while a flush reddens my cheeks and Griffin chuckles.

“Shit, Griff. Ok. Let’s make that a rule.”

A low growl sounds in his chest and he drags my chair closer to him before nipping at my lips. “Such a dirty little elf.”

He claims my lips then. It’s a brutally searing kiss with tongues dancing, desperate for more. I can taste the bacon he just ate, and I’m sure he can taste my breakfast too, which makes the kiss all the more hotter.

When we break apart, he bites my lip before turning back to his food, and I’m left with wet hot heat pooling between my thighs.

“We need a safe word.” Griffin states like he’s not at all burning up from the kiss we just shared. “Because if I feel like I’m about to kill some fucker because I can’t handle seeing him or her touch you, then things are going to go south really fucking fast.”

He has a point. “You don’t want to use the universal safe word?”

“Which is?”

“Cactus.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. We need one for just the two of us.”

“Ok. How about Christmas? It’s just for the party, right?” I pick up my bacon and dip it in the yolk before taking a bite and close my eyes. Mmmm, soooo gooood.

“Yes. Just for the party.” There’s amusement in his tone, so I snap my eyes open to see Griffin smirking at me. “You make eating bacon look explicit.”

I grin. “It’s a talent.”

He chuckles, relaxing back in his chair to watch me eat.

This feels good. Sharing breakfast. Fun banter. A girl could get used to this.

We spend the day preparing for the party. Griffin disconnects most of my cameras in my rental, leaving the ones in my bedroom connected, but switched off. Since it’s New Year’s Eve tomorrow, a lot of my guests are away, but ten accept the invitation, and by the time the sun is setting, my house has the familiar sounds of sex and foreplay filling the air.

Griffin isn’t here yet. He said he’d give me some time to greet my guests. I’m actually nervous about having him here. I’ve never shared something like this with a lover before.

Since Griffin and I have been playing Christmas games, I’ve found myself more partial to my red lingerie, but tonight, I’m wearing white.

There’s just something dirty about wearing the colour of purity and innocence in such a sensual way. I love the way it makes my skin seem more sun kissed than it really is. I love the way my dark nipples stand out behind the stark lace, and the shadow of my slit hints teasingly.

The mask I have on is floral, which covers my hair like a hat, and comes down to cover my face, stopping just above my lips. There are cut outs for my eyes and breathing holes, of course, plus a slit in the crown where my ponytail is set free. My heels are a similar floral pattern, making it look like the whole outfit goes together, and I can’t wait for Griffin to see it.

“Thanks for throwing the party, Moxie.” Sheriff, AKA Ben, smiles past his black leather mask as I walk by him and his secret lover Shane, also known as Tradie at these parties, but to me, Shane will always be police officer Shane Kent. We have become good friends outside the parties we attend, and Shane and Ben are probably the only people I’ve gotten relatively close to, aside from Griffin.

I shoot them a wink, and they quickly turn back to each other, kissing like they haven’t seen each other in months. A lot of guests at these types of parties don’t tend to kiss, but we all secretly know these two guys are in love with each other, and we let them share the time together without interrupting them.

As I walk through my rental, which now resembles a porn scene, I don’t find myself as excited to participate as usual. I’m anxious. Nervous. What if I join in on some action and Griffin changes his mind about me? I don’t need this sort of thing in my life as much as I thought I did a couple of weeks ago.

Back then, I needed it because I was lonely, and I didn’t know how to have a relationship with someone without them freaking out about my desires.

Now, my desires are consumed by a dark-haired, dark-eyed bad boy, and nothing else seems to compare.

“Moxie. Come over here and let me taste your honey.”

The familiar voice of Butterfly draws my attention to see her getting pounded from behind by Grizzly on my couch. Butterfly pats the couch in front of her as she smiles past her pink leather mask.

“Lay down here and let me make you feel good.”

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