Page 10 of Gifted to The Billionaires

If you’re sleeping, don’t worry, we’ll hang out with Gouda while you rest.

My yearning heart skips a beat. These two are so freaking incredible.

Bret:

SOS! Please tell me you’re all set! The guys will be there in like TWO minutes!

Ivy:

All good, I’m not feeling the best. I think we should have Christmas dinner tomorrow night.

Bret:

Smart. Gives them more time with your friend. ;)

You need anything?

Ivy:

Just rest and alone time to chill out. I’ll check in tomorrow. I’ll probably sleep in.

Bret:

Can do, sis. Talk tomorrow!

Blowing out a breath, I toss my phone onto the couch and get into position. I’m going all out and getting on my knees. Butt flat against my heels, I rest my hands on my thighs and wait.

The room is so quiet, the only sound I can focus on is my heart thundering in my chest. My body is buzzing with nerves and excitement that has wetness pooling between my thighs. It’s been growing and growing since I got here. My eagerness is only outmatched by my curiosity and maybe my worry. I’m desperate to know how they’ll react when they find me.

At the chime of the elevator, I know I won’t have to wait much longer. By now, the two of them will be reading my note, maybe even walking further inside.

They’ll love this,I tell myself firmly.

You’re great and they’d be silly not to want you.

This is a good idea.

Ivy Collins is a perfect Christmas gift.

My words of affirmation may be enough, or they may be wrong. As the men of my dreams enter the room, all of my worrying thoughts melt away. My brain can only focus onthem. Callahan and Nik Mikhaylov, the epitome of human excellence.

Both of them pause, eyes locking on me and taking in the sight. I swallow, attempting to keep myself from drooling. They’re impossibly sexy standing next to each other, dressed in their regular casual attire. Designer, but not business suits.

The silence is almost too much, and then it ends.

“Fucking finally,” Nik rasps, coming right up to me and kneeling to capture my face between his big hands. He looks right into my eyes and declares, “Best Christmas ever.” Warm lips crush against mine and my heart fully bursts.

I want to pinch myself, but I know this is real. Dreaming of this moment has never feltthisgood. Sparks burst and chills pebble my skin. I gasp at the sensation and he uses the action to thrust his tongue between my lips. His taste consumes me, and I moan without being able to hold it back

“Fuck,” he groans, putting his forehead against mine. “Did you hear her make that little noise for me?” Before Callahan can answer him, he’s stealing another kiss, this one even more passionate than the last.

“This is our present, pchelka? You’re all ours for Christmas, aren’t you?”

“All yours,” I rasp. Not just for Christmas.Forever.

Callahan steals me from Nik, cupping my cheeks and firmly bringing our mouths together. The little scruff on his face gives me chills as it rubs my chin and I don’t need to gasp to part my lips this time. His tongue twirls around mine, tasting every bit of it.

“Fuck, honey,” Cal groans, pulling back. “You’re a miracle.”

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