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February 4 - February 6, 2023
“I can’t wait to discover all the other talents you’re hiding from me.”
“It’s the least we could do, considering we’re not letting you leave.”
“You’re not going anywhere, gorgeous. I refuse to be an accessory to your death.”
“I really can’t stay—” He gives his signature smirk. “But, baby, it’s cold outside.”
“You forgot to say please, Samantha.” The deep gravel in his voice makes me shiver. “‘Tell me I’m a good girl’…Please. Now, use your words, baby, and ask me nicely.”
“My kind of present.”
Dear Santa, I’ve even been a very good girl this year. And all I want for Christmas is Alec, Reed, Jace, and Cole…without a pregnancy or an STD. Thank you.
Samantha, 32. Gemini. Dog lover. Coffee addict. Loves adventure and getting treated like jerky. Bite me, and maybe I’ll let you wife me up.
“Keep it up, little elf, and I might ask Santa to keep you.”
“Stop being so funny. It’s making me like you.”
That kiss was sweet and not even remotely laced with intention. Reed just kissed me because he wanted to. Like he likes me. Not like he wanted to fuck me. That feels against the rules.
Page 7, paragraph 2: There are no rules once you’ve been gang-banged under the mistletoe.
“Sammy.” His hand sweeps over my cheek, cradling my face. “What are you doing to me? My head is fucked-up over you.”
“Why are you so dumb? God, I hate this trope.”
