Page 5 of One Naughty Christmas Night

“Where did Quinn go?” she whispered, tucking back into their cubby.

“What do you mean?” Valentina moaned again, and Heath looked out, a grin on his face when he turned back to her.

“He’s beneath her skirts.”

Heat reddened her cheeks. “He’s where?”

She leaned to look, and he grabbed her arm, holding her in place.

“Don’t.”

Silence fell over the room, and Victoria sucked in a deep breath, the pounding of her heart filling her ears.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Valentina’s yelp, and Quinn’s voice shushing her.

Valentina made another sound that Victoria didn’t hear, and the sound of movement reached them, the heat reaching her ears when she realized what was happening now.

She shifted and bumped into Heath, and something hard grazed her thigh.

“Heath, what is that?” she asked.

He shook his head, warning her to stay quiet.

The sounds of movement had grown louder, with Quinn and Valentina groaning together now.

As scandalous as it was to be trapped with Heath between two bookshelves while Valentina made love to her husband, it felt even more scandalous that Victoria felt desire brewing inside her.

She tried to tamp it down but with the couple making love in the library, and the warm body standing pressed against her, it was hard to ignore.

Quinn cursed, and she jumped.

Heath’s brandy eyes met hers, and a heavy feeling filled her belly at the warmth lingering there.

If I’m aroused by this… then he—

She halted her thoughts immediately, the urge to flee filling her. She glanced around the room, her eyes falling upon the tables.

“I’m going to see if I can make it to one of the tables,” she whispered, setting her shoes down on the windowsill next to them.

“No, Victoria, you’ll be spotted!” Heath hissed.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, glancing out. Quinn lay atop his wife on the chaise they’d abandoned, Valentina’s stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist, Quinn’s bare bottom on display.

Her face on fire, she moved back to the safety of the cubby.

She went to slip down to the ground, but Heath grabbed her arms.

“No. They’ll see you,” he whispered firmly. “You need to stay here.”

She shook her head. “They won’t.”

“Victoria,” he warned.

She readied herself to drop to the ground, and he grabbed her, pulling her tightly to him.

“Victoria, for my sake, please stop wiggling.”

Quinn cursed, and she watched Heath smother his own with his hand.