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that?”
    He shrugged. “Damned if I know.”
    Ry combed his fingers through his hair, his hand unsteady. “I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this.”
    “Buddy, that makes two of us.” He returned his attention to the monitor. It was insane—the notion that the whole time he and Ry had been lusting after Lacey, she’d been engaged in some pretty raunchy thoughts herself. About them. Holy shit. Like a moth drawn to fire, he visually devoured the last line again. His cock thickened even more. “What are we going to do about it?”
    Ry’s gaze jumped to him. “What do you mean what are we going to do about it ? Nothing, goddamn it.”
    “We’ve done it before. With that woman a few years ago at the club.” Just the reminder of the night in question made Bram’s cock bob against his fly. He’d participated in a few threesomes before that incident, and even one afterwards, but none of them came remotely close to rocking his world like that night. It wasn’t that he was secretly gay for Ry or anything. Hell, handling any cock other than his own wasn’t his idea of a good time, but there was no denying that sharing a woman with Ry had been mind blowing.
    “That’s different. Neither of us was in love with that woman.”
    “Yet it was still hot and amazing.”
    A muscle ticked in Ry’s jaw. “Your point is?”
    “Imagine what it would be like with Lacey, since we do love her. It’d be out of this fucking world.”
    “She’s not someone to just play around with.”
    Bram bit back a growl. “You think I don’t know that? I’m not suggesting anything that she obviously doesn’t already want.” He waved his hand toward the computer. Indecision warred in Ry’s eyes. Bram knew when to push his advantage. “Don’t you see what this means? It’s our shot at both of us being with her. She wouldn’t have to choose.”
    “You honestly would be fine with Lacey fucking us both?”
    Fine? The mental picture of being buried in Lacey’s pussy while Ry shafted her ass had Bram so damn hard, he was seconds away from coming in his pants. “Yes. Aren’t you?”
    Tension bracketed Ry’s mouth. “I don’t know.”
    Desperation clawed at Bram’s chest. He had to make Ry see reason. To believe this could work. He tapped his finger on the computer screen and read out loud, “I’d have someone blindfold me before tying me up and fucking me.”
    The muscle twitching grew more pronounced in Ry’s jaw, and his nostrils flared. Bram knew he had his best friend by the short hairs. “Tell me you don’t want to be the one doing that to her.”
    “Damn it. Of course I do.” The gruffness in Ry’s voice didn’t mask the underlying hunger in his tone.
    “Then I think our mission is clear.” Bram gave a slow, triumphant smile. “This Christmas, we’re helping Lacey check off every item on her Naughty List.”

Chapter Five
    It wasn’t her alarm clock that snapped Lacey from a deep snooze, but rather the loud, obnoxious droning of her next-door neighbor’s snow blower. Groaning, she rolled onto her back and winced as tiny pinpricks of pain lanced her temples. Oh man. Having that extra half a glass of wine had been a huge mistake.
    Cautiously pulling her hand away from her eyes, she peered toward the window, where she could make out flurries of snow whipping against the glass.
    What time was it, anyway?
    Careful not to wrench her neck, she glanced toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. And yelped when she read the display. Nine a.m.! Why didn’t the damn alarm go off? Not wasting time to investigate the cause, she jumped out of bed and scurried into the bathroom. She wasn’t one of those business owners who catered to the idea of rolling into work whenever she pleased. She believed in setting a good example for the employees. In return, she liked to think they respected her work ethics. Quickly disrobing, she hopped into the shower. And promptly got pelted in the head with the bottle of shampoo