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white table lamps sat atop mismatching white end tables, which, of course, looked designer perfect against the hardwood floor and large octagonal black-and-white area rug. There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room. Clearly, the bed was the focal point. Devon noticed Tory’s gaze land on it and linger. Devon had to admit, the damn bed looked inviting as hell. A king-size with a tufted white headboard and fluffy black satin comforter. Tory walked toward it. Can she feel my gaze on her? Devon’s cock hardened as Tory leaned down and smoothed her palm over the cool material. “Soft. And huge.”
    “Thanks,” Con said from behind. “The bed was sort of a big deal for me. Growing up, there were times I didn’t even have a bed.”
    Tory turned around and sat, her gaze darting back and forth between them before finally settling on Con. “And now you’re about to share it with Devon and me?”
    Con laughed. “Always straight to the point, baby. That’s one of the things Devon and I love about you.”
     
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    Con stepped forward and knelt in front of Tory, his hands wrapping around her thighs, which the slit on her dress showed to perfection. Devon stayed silent as he took in the little teasing play in front of him.
    He liked to watch. It’d been something he’d discovered during his first ménage.
    “It’s my Christmas wish, Tory,” Con murmured as he inched his hands higher on her thighs. “To share this bed with you and Devon would be the best way to spend my Christmas Eve. Would you grant me my wish, pretty girl?”
    Tory peeked around Con and pinned Devon with a gaze hot enough to singe the hair off his chest.
    “You have the same Christmas wish, Dev?”
    “Yes.”
    Tory smiled. It was a little shaky, but Devon could see the arousal more easily now. As he stood, all but spellbound, Tory reached up and fingered a strap on her dress. Every muscle in his body tensed when Tory flicked the strap off her shoulder. It fell to her elbow. She took hold of the other thin piece of material, and his mouth went dry as the Sahara.
    “Come and get your present, then,” she whispered as she pushed it down her arm. The dress fell to her waist, revealing a lacy white strapless bra. Her breasts were barely contained. Damn. A tug, that was all it would take and Devon would get an eyeful of Tory’s beautiful plump tits.
    Devon and Con both cursed.
    Con found his voice first. “I fucking love getting presents,” he gritted out as he clutched her around the waist and buried his head in Tory’s cleavage.
    Devon crossed the room and placed one knee on the bed beside Tory’s hip. He dipped his head and kissed the smooth ivory line of her neck. “Mmm, yeah, definitely my favorite holiday.”
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Chapter Four
    “Take it off, Tory,” Devon commanded as he and Con stood and stepped away from the bed. “All of it, sugar.”
    Shaking from both trepidation and arousal, Tory fisted a hand in the delicate material of the dress and came to her feet. The silver high heels, which had seemed like such a great idea when she’d strapped them on, had her wobbling a little. This is it, she told herself. Letting go of the dress, Tory felt it drift down her body and catch at her hips. She tugged until it spilled around her feet. Both men watched as she grasped her lace thong with both hands and slowly slid it down her legs. Con narrowed his eyes as he started to unbutton his crisp white cotton shirt. She perked up as he revealed his strong, muscular chest and ripped abs. She’d seen both men shirtless before, but this was different. Way different.
    Tory stepped out of her heels and panties, then went to work on her bra. That’s when she noticed Devon start to undress. Vulnerable didn’t even begin to describe the way she felt as the men stripped out of their clothes in front of her. It wasn’t long before they were all three nude.
    Con’s gaze wandered over her torso,