Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she's conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha's family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she's cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.
Trisha, Tommy, and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they've built together but are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way commitment still hasn't worn off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio's undoing. The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.
Book Four in the Triple Passion Play series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone, HEA epilogue story, but if you have read any of the other books in the series, they will add to your appreciation of the book.
Warning: This book contains graphic language and sexual situations as well as a positive depiction of a bisexual poly-relationship. If you will be offended, please do not read.
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Glancing at the mirror, Ken caught the reflection of a slight movement in the shadows just outside the door and sighed. "Just how long have you been skulking in the darkness?"
"Long enough." Trisha stepped into the room with them. Bathed in the bathroom’s bright lights, her platinum highlights shimmered within her long, sandy-colored locks. Ken glanced at Thomas, noting the way he eyed Trisha’s tanned, toned and completely nude form. Ken couldn’t blame him. Even after all these years, she was an impressive beauty and Thomas hadn’t seen her for a few days. A primal yearning stirred within Ken as he watched his husband’s gaze eyes linger over Trisha’s breasts and taut nipples before breezing over her tummy to her bikini area’s neatly trimmed triangle of curls. Ken stepped closer to her, slipping his arms around her waist and pressing a smooch against her soft, warm lips. She smelled of sex and cinnamon-scented body lotion. "Why didn't you join us?"
"You two seemed to be doing just fine on your own, and I didn't want to interrupt your anniversary sex." Ken ran his hands over the small of Trisha's back before cupping her naked ass. She was in pretty good shape by any standards, but for a forty-four-year-old, mother of four, she was a goddess.
"I can't believe you were hiding in the shadows like a stalker." Thomas wagged his head at her.
"Well...I was awoken by the unmistakable sound of my husband receiving a blow job, and by the time I was able to force myself out of bed to check things out, you two were intensely focused on each other. Honestly, I couldn’t pry my eyes away. It was so hot!"
Ken smacked her butt playfully, eliciting a tiny squeal, "Naughty peeper. Maybe I should grab the hairbrush and punish you." Trisha's face lit up. She enjoyed playing the naughty college co-ed to his strict professor, and Ken loved the way her ass jiggled when he spanked her. Sadly, Thomas was never interested in playing those games with them. Ken’s cock twitched a hair at the mere thought of putting the big, sexy blond man over his knee.
"I already came, but if we have any more of those little, blue pills, I'll be glad to give you equal time, Trish." Thomas smiled at her from his partially slumped-over position on the side of the tub. Ken smirked, secretly proud to have drained the poor guy dry.
Leaning against the counter with her legs crossed at the ankles, Trisha shook her head, a smirk playing on her pouty lips. "I'm good. Why do you think Ken and I were naked when you got home?"
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