Page 2 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

“This is the BEST face cream in the world,” said Rosalie. “Even for sensitive skin like ours. Your skin is going to be glowing after one day of that.”

“Is that a bottle of cum?” I asked. “I used to get that on the black market from Mexico, but customs really started to crack down on it a few years ago.”

Kyle spit out his beer. “What did you just ask?”

“I asked if it was cum. It’s the best face cream a girl could use. Why do you think my skin…” I paused and felt my face. “Never mind. I haven’t taken a cumshot in weeks so my face is dry as hell.” I shot Ash a sassy look.

“I could help you with that,” offered Kyle.

Ash kicked him. “Stop it. You’re not going to cum on my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend?” asked Rosalie.

“You’re my best friend too. But you haven’t visited me all semester.”

“I’ll come more in the spring. I promise. Now let’s go eat some cookies.”

They started to walk over to the cookies, but Ash put her arm out to stop her. “Wait! Is Lauren going to pop out of one of these presents?”

Rosalie shook her head. “No. She’s on the cruise with Mom and Dad.”

“Wow, really?” asked Ash. “What the hell?”

“Yeah,” agreed Kyle. “I dunno why she agreed to go. I turned that shit down so fast. I wasn’t about to go on some old person cruise to Bermuda for Christmas.”

Ash and Rosalie stared at him in disbelief.

“Oh shit,” he said. “Were you two not invited?”

They shook their heads.

“Damn. I always thought you guys were joking about me and Lauren being the favorites. It’s probably because we’re so good at gift giving.”

“Are you though?” asked Ash. “Because it seems like your Christmas present to me is a six pack of beer I won’t drink. And Lauren didn’t bother to send anything.”

“Sure she did.” Kyle reached back into the giant present and pulled out a DVD case with a very sexy Mrs. Claus on the front.

Ash scrunched up her nose. “ Stuffing Mrs. Claus ? Why would she get me this?”

“Probably because you’re in love with Santa,” said Kyle.

“Exactly! So why would I want to see him stuffing Mrs. Claus? I want him to stuff me.” She coughed. “I mean my stocking. Who wants some cookies? I sure do.” She tossed the DVD on the floor and headed over to the cookies.

She was about to take a bite when there was a knock on the door.

“Who’s that?” asked Ash.

You’ll see. “Santa?” I suggested.

“Santa?!” screamed Teddybear. “I KNOW HIM!”

We all laughed. He really did make a good Buddy the Elf. And even in his silly costume, I wanted to climb him like a Christmas tree.

Teddybear smiled at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Gah, I hated my vow of celibacy. If Ash would just go ahead and lose her V-card, I could get filled at both ends by my hot bodyguards again.

“Seriously though, who is it?” asked Ash.

I walked over and opened the door.

Cold air and snow blew into the common room, but I hardly noticed.

I was much too distracted by the five gorgeous men standing there in plaid smoking robes and grey sweatpants.

One of them started beat boxing while the rest sang a Christmas carol.

I’d never found a cappella music attractive before, but they were somehow making it work.

We all gathered around the door and listened to their first carol. As soon as they were done we invited them in from the snow so they could do another.

I nudged Ash in the ribs. “They’re super hot, right?”

She nodded.

“Which one is your favorite?”

“Definitely the beat boxer.”

“Good choice.” He was the tallest and most handsome. And he was obviously quite skilled with his mouth. “You should give him a tip after this song,” I said and bit my lip to get my point across.

“I don’t have any money.”

“That’s fine.” I pointed to the mistletoe hanging over his head.

But Ash must have thought I was pointing in the general direction of our dorm room, because she said, “Right, I have some cash up in our room. I’ll be right back.”

“What? No. I meant…”

But Ash was already gone. No big deal. She’d be back down in a minute.

And when she went to give him some money she’d be under the mistletoe with him.

Which meant she’d have to blow him or be Christmas cursed forever.

And then one thing would lead to another and she’d end up in bed with him.

And then I’d be free to fuck whoever I wanted again.

The guys finished up their song and started another.

“Where’d Ash go?” whispered Rosalie.

“She went to go find some money so she can give them a tip.”

“Why doesn’t she just blow them? I mean…they’re even standing under mistletoe.”

“Right?” I said.

“I’ll go check on her.”

“I’ll go too,” said Kyle.

I sat back against a table and listened to the end of the song.

“Thank you, thank you,” they said with a bow as I clapped. “We better get going…”

“Wait,” I said. “It’s freezing out. You guys should stay and have some cookies.”

They all looked to the beat boxer for approval.

He shrugged. “Sure. I’d love some cookies.” He stepped towards the table, but Ghostie appeared out of nowhere and put his hand on his chest. “Hold it right there. We need to make sure you’re not armed.”

Teddybear came up behind the others and started frisking them.

One by one they were cleared to go have some cookies. There was only one caroler left.

“What’s this?” asked Teddybear as he patted down his torso.

“My phone.”

“And what’s this?” he said, grabbing something on the singer’s upper thigh.

“That’s my penis, man.”

Holy shit. It looked like Teddybear was grabbing something thick. And his hand was not very high up on this thigh.

I was going to need to investigate further.