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fabric landed between her feet on
the floor.
    Jordy pulled two more items from the bag—a clear glass butt
plug and a slender bottle of lube. “You’ve kept our stash stocked, haven’t you?”
He clicked the lid on the lube, then dribbled the clear fluid down the crack of
her ass. He tapped the tiny pink pucker of her hole, delighted when she groaned
and dug her fingers into the bedding.
    “Sir.” She arched her back and widened her stance.
    He eased his middle finger into her ass hole. “Who does this
belong to?”
    “You, sir.” Another moan ripped from her throat. Goose
pimples broke out over her skin.
    Jordy admired her butt. He licked his lips and worked his
finger deeper into her body until he slickened his way with plenty of lube. In
and out, he caressed her.
    Allyson whimpered and bore down on him.
    “Good girl. Holding me in tight.” He twisted his hand, then
removed his finger and filled her with the plug. Once the glass disappeared to
the flat end within her, he tapped the T-shaped handle.
    “Thank you, sir,” she groaned. “Oh my God.”
    He jiggled the plug within her. “Stand up.”
    Allyson eased off the bed and straightened her spine. Her
dress fell into place around her legs. He held the coat for her and Allyson
threaded her arms into the sleeves again. He strode into the bathroom long enough
to grab a towel and wipe his hand. He tucked the green box in the bag and then
grasped the door handle to the hallway.
    “Upstairs.” Jordy gave her passage to the hall, then pulled
the door shut behind him. He’d help her retrieve her things in the morning.
    At the elevator, he unzipped long enough to retrieve his
keycard. He swiped his room key in the reader and pressed the button, then
rezipped. Jordy handed her the bag. He caged her in his arms with her back to
his chest and ensured the coat covered her.
    “You’re so fucking hot.” He kissed her neck and sucked on
her skin. When he pulled his mouth away, a red mark remained. Good. He wanted
to mark her in so many ways. “I love my Christmas present.”
    “You haven’t opened it yet,” she whispered.
    “I’ve done plenty of opening and a little decorating, too.”
He worked his hand under the lapel of the coat and squeezed her breast. “Can’t
wait to get you upstairs. I’m on the thirtieth floor.”
    “Yes, sir.” She leaned into him and moaned.
    A bell dinged and the car stopped at the seventeenth floor.
He moved his hand and covered her. Another couple entered the elevator. The man
had his face buried in the woman’s neck and her hair obscured her face. They
slammed into the far wall and resumed kissing.
    Jordy removed his Santa hat and placed it on Allyson’s head.
He eyeballed the man in the corner. Something about the guy looked familiar.
    The couple stopped making out and the man sniffed the air.
He turned his attention away from the woman as the car started moving again.
    “Hey,” the guy said. “Funny meeting you here. Want to trade?”
    The woman on his arm giggled. “Blake, are you serious?”
    “He’s not,” Jordy replied. He kept his tone firm.
    “First Christmas together?” she asked. “Or did you meet at
the party?”
    “My wife wanted to visit Vegas at Christmas. She won me
over.” Jordy squeezed Allyson again. He wondered if Allyson would catch the
extra meaning in his words. He’d make his feelings plain enough once they got
to the privacy of his suite.
    The woman grinned. “Christmas in Vegas is always magical. We
don’t have snow or the cold as much as other places, but you can’t beat the
fun.”
    The bell dinged, but not for Jordy’s floor. He bit back a
groan and hoped Blake and friend would get off there. He wasn’t fond of the way
Blake seemed to devour Allyson with his eyes.
    Blake stared at Allyson a bit too long for Jordy’s pleasure
before Blake allowed his female friend to tug him out of the elevator.
    When the doors shut, Jordy sighed.
    “What’s wrong?” Allyson turned in his arms.