Ten minutes after that, the cops arrive, and the look of triumph on my two guys’ faces when the police lead a dejected-looking Mandy and Tim away in cuffs is priceless.
The both of them come down to join the party, tossing their jackets away, loosening their ties, and rolling up their sleeves. They both grab drinks and start shaking hands and wishing everyone a happy holidays, which, after a year of them both being the grumps they’ve been, absolutely floors their staff.
But, that’s nothing compared to when they both march right over and each take a turn kissing me slow and deep. Brock even dips me to an applause from the crowd.
“So, I guess that’s out of the bag?” I breathe, blushing as he pulls me back up and steps away.
“It is now,” Seamus chuckles.
“You did good, throwing this party for them all,” I say quietly, nodding at the employees out having a blast on the dance floor. “They deserve it after a year working for you two grumps.”
Brock snorts. “Bah humbug.”
I giggle. “You two can be a real couple of Scrooges, you know.”
“And you can be a real brat, you know that?” Seamus growls, pulling me into him and letting me feel how hard he is.
“I do my best.”
Brock moves in too, and I gasp quietly as they press me between them, the three of us quietly moving into the shadows of the party.
“Think we can get out of here now?” he groans, his hands tightening on me.
“I—I think I we can probably go find ourselves some mistletoe somewhere,” I whisper back heatedly.
“Merry Christmas, love,” Seamus purrs into my ear.
“And a Happy New Year,” I breathe as the two of them tug me away, towards the private elevator up to the rooftop and helicopter they keep up there.
And from there, it’s going to be home, as fast as freaking possible.
…Because it’s Christmas, and I’ve got two big presents I can’t wait to unwrap.
The End