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When our lips meet, there’s an electric current that runs through me, and I can’t help the small sound that escapes my throat.

“Merry Christmas, Ash,” I breathe against his lips.

The silence that follows is thick with tension and possibility.

All three men are looking at me with expressions that make my pulse race, and I realize that something fundamental has just shifted between us.

The air feels like the moment before lightning strikes.

Carl reaches up and gently pulls me down onto the rug between them, his hand warm on my wrist. “Trisha,” he says, his voice rough, making my stomach flutter with…what? Desire? Anticipation? Both?

Jake moves closer from his side while Ash shifts on the other, and suddenly I’m surrounded by them, their warmth and scent and the intensity of their gazes. The firelight flickers across their faces, and I can see desire burning in all their eyes.

“We should probably,” I start to say, but my words are cut off as Carl’s hand comes up to cup my cheek.

“Should what?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing across my lower lip.

My breath catches as Jake’s hand settles on my lower back, his touch burning through the fabric of my dress.

Ash’s fingers find mine, intertwining our hands, and the simple contact sends electricity shooting up my arm.

The Christmas music continues to play softly in the background, the fire crackles in the hearth, and outside the snow falls silently. But inside this room, inside this moment, everything is heat, and want, and the promise of something that will change everything between us.

I look from one face to another.

Carl with his silver hair and intense blue eyes.

Jake with his boyish charm and dangerous smile.

Ash with his quiet strength and protective nature.

Three men who couldn’t be more different. Three men who have somehow all captured pieces of my heart.

“Merry Christmas,” I whisper again.

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The warmth of their bodies surrounds me as we sink onto the thick rug in front of the crackling fireplace.

The Christmas tree lights twinkle softly in my peripheral vision, casting a magical glow over everything.

The alcohol has made me bold, reckless in a way I’ve never been before.

Carl’s hands are in my hair, his fingers tangling in the long black strands as he pulls me closer.

His lips find mine, and I taste the whiskey on his tongue. Behind me, Jake’s hands slide around my waist, his breath hot against my neck as he presses kisses along my shoulder.

“Trisha,” Carl murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with desire. The way he says my full name sends shivers down my spine.

Ash moves closer, his brown eyes dark with want as he watches us.

His hand reaches out to trace along my jaw, and I lean into his touch. The firelight dances across his features, highlighting the small scar at the corner of his mouth.

Jake’s hands find the hem of my dress, slowly lifting it up over my thighs, to my waist.

Ash and Carl join in and soon the dress is lifted over my head and tossed to the side.