Work hard, party harder.
After that last time at the firehouse, I’m surprised I can see—or even walk—straight. But I’m also ready for so much more. It’s time to beat my old record of twelve firemen and go straight for twenty, and the fire station Christmas party is just the time to do it.
Knowing my boyfriend will be there to watch me the entire time makes it so much more worth it. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when his girlfriend gets filled by the biggest, baddest dudes in town. No one goes unsatisfied on my watch.
And by the end of the night, I know I’ll have them all caroling my name.