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Mistletoe
It's every man's fantasy and Colby Granger is no different.
Cocoa skin on caramel, silk sliding against satin as clothes are slipped off, painted lips meeting under mistletoe, bodies coming together in a haze of pleasure. Of being allowed to watch, or even, on nights when he's feeling daring, to touch, to taste, to savour.
But Liz and Nikki are his colleagues, his friends, and they deserve the same respect and trust he'd give Don or David.
So Colby shuts those thoughts away and resolves to be the friend they need rather than the lover he'd give anything to be.
Mix-Up
When Nikki whispers the invitation in his ear, Colby swears he must be dreaming, or, failing that, there's been some kind of terrible mix-up.
He's been careful, so careful, to keep his flirting light and his touches casual, to never step over boundaries that aren't his to cross.
Liz runs a painted nail down his chest, and his eyes follow the lean muscled line of her arm to her bare shoulder, then up to her smiling face, noting the predatorial gleam in her eyes, and whatever blood isn't in his face rushes south.
"Lead the way, ladies," he says.
Object of Affection
They get him into his own cuffs, spread-eagled on the bed while they have their wicked way with him.
Nikki paints a line of dark chocolate on his collarbone, Liz lapping it up before offering a chocolate-covered cock of her own for Colby to suck.
He expects they'll use the dildo on him, but Liz slides it into Nikki instead, the two of them straddling him while they share the toy, two hands braced on his chest while the other two wrap themselves around his cock, sending first each other and then him into ecstasy.
Covert
The next morning, Colby pulls on loose jeans and a high-collared shirt, the better to hide the ache in his ass and the bite marks along his neck and shoulders.
Two years of spying have left him disinclined to any falsehood, but at times like this even he knows it is necessary.
He just rolls his eyes at David's teasing, saying nothing.
Liz and Nikki are their usual snarky, sarcastic selves, but Colby can see the leashed heat in their eyes, the promise of more later.
No, he doesn't like secrets.
But for his ladies, he'll keep them willingly.