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My palm works in circles over her back. “They invited you. As soon as they found out you’d be here for Thanksgiving, Jennie was texting me.”

Her deep-brown eyes meet mine. “I’m nervous. I feel like I’m imposing or something.”

“Jon and his family are practically mine, and since you’re my girlfriend, you are too.” That label tastes almost as sweet on my lips as her pussy did last night. “Plus, Jennie is a killer cook, so prepare to be blown away.”

“Yeah, Felicity said she’s even better than Jon. Apparently, I can’t repeat that.” She giggles. “Is Kate coming?”

“Yep. A whole bunch of us.”

“Okay, maybe I’m not gate-crashing after all.” She rolls off me and onto her back, her long hair trailing across my stomach. “I wish there was a beach here. I could go for a swim right about now.”

She squeaks as I gather her up and into my arms, padding across the bedroom toward the ensuite. Nearly falling over the blankets still hanging from us, I lean down and open the door with my elbow. “How about a swim in my huge spa tub?”

Still clinging to her, because I can’t seem to stop touching this girl, I turn on the faucet, and steam instantly begins filling the room.

She sighs contentedly, kissing my cheek. “The benefits of a rich boyfriend.”

LUNA

Mom

Did you get my last text?

“How are things going, babe?” Felicity comes to sit beside me on the couch.

I look up from my phone. I forgot to reply to Mom yesterday. “Hmm? Oh yeah, just forgot to text Mom back.” I wince. “She won’t be impressed.”

Felicity smiles. “Just tell her you’ve been preoccupied with a gorgeous NHL player. Show me a woman who wouldn’t understand that.”

My brows pull together slightly. “I am not preoccupied.”

“Oh, please. I’ve been kept up all night by a hockey player before. It’s not hard to spot.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yep.” Kate plops down on the other side of me. “Happy Thanksgiving, bitches.”

“You have such a way with words, Monroe.” Felicity laughs.

A moment later, Jon joins us, pointing through to the kitchen. “She’s outdone herself this year. That turkey.” He putshis fingers to his lips, imitating a chef’s kiss. “Perfection.” He stands in front of us sitting together on the couch and smirks. “Did I interrupt women's hour or something?”

“Yes, actually. You did,” his fiancée responds.

He tips his glass in our direction. “It’s Thanksgiving, a time to be grateful, and I’m grateful for gossip. So spill the tea.”

“There isn’t any,” I say coolly.

“Ah, so that’s why Zach’s waltzing around the place like he’s won the Lotto or something,” he counters.

Catching the last of his sentence, Zach walks in and straight up behind Jon, wearing my favorite smile. “I did win.” Striding across to me, he picks me up and takes my seat on the couch, sitting me on his lap.

Jon’s mouth drops open, but it's quickly replaced with a smile that pops his dimples. “Bro, you pulled your finger out of your ass.” He leans forward to bump fists with Zach. “Fucking finally!”

“Jon Morgan. On today of all days, you bring blasphemy into our family home.” Jennie pokes her head around the door.

“Can’t take him anywhere, Jennie,” Felicity replies.

“Liability,” James adds, his head appearing above Jennie’s.