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here, Tally.” He watched the heat ignite in her eyes, the way her breasts seemed to swell

beneath the silk of her shirt.

“Oh, we are?” she questioned him softly. “Your rules, I’ll presume?”

He shook his head slowly. “Our rules, Tally. Never just mine or Dev’s. All of us.

We’re alone now. No business, no witnesses. No more games. Come on, baby, don’t

you at least want to see how good it could be?” He kept his voice soft, gentle.

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Tally was an expert with the comebacks. She could hold her own in any

confrontation. He didn’t want their relationship to be a confrontation. He wanted her

sweet and wild in his arms, his name a cry on her lips.

She blinked before licking her lips in the first sign of nervousness he believed he

had ever seen out of her as she considered his words.

“We can’t go on like this, baby,” he told her gently, watching her, letting her see the

need now. “It’s your choice. If you walk out of here now, then that’s it. No more. We’ve

never forced ourselves on a woman in our lives. We won’t start now.”

She drew in a deep, hard breath.

“And if I choose to stay?” she asked him.

“Then you get both of us. Separately, together, however we wish it, any given time

when work doesn’t interfere. This won’t work like Jesse and Terrie’s relationship, or

James and Ella’s. Devril and I share, Tally, consistently, regularly.”

She looked around the office then. “Do you guys ever do anything sexual outside

the office?” she asked.

“If the opportunity presented itself,” Devril said. “Unfortunately, you were hiding

this past weekend. It limited the choices.”

Her gaze flickered to Devril a bit nervously.

“Come on, baby, unbutton the blouse,” Dev asked her then, rather than ordering

her. “We’ll begin here.”

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Tally barely controlled the trembling of her fingers as she pulled her blouse free of

her skirt. She kept each movement seductive, sedate. Excitement raced through her

body, but that was no reason not to enjoy the experience. She had no idea what they

intended and the jittery excitement that caused was making her uncomfortably aware of

her entire body. Especially the area between her thighs. She was wetter than she could

ever remember being during a sexual situation and it was close to frightening.

As the hem of her blouse cleared her skirt, she cast them a teasing look from

beneath her lowered lashes. They were hot, horny. Their faces were flushed with

arousal, their eyes brimming with it. She loved it. It was her greatest challenge,

controlling these two men.

She began loosening the buttons slowly, watching as their eyes followed each

movement, their hands clenching into fists as they fought for control of their own

desires. Electrified excitement raced through her veins. Anticipation built in waves of

sensual awareness as she performed the daring, taunting little striptease.

She had worn only a demi-bra beneath her blouse; the sheer navy lace did little to

hide the gold hoops that pierced her distended nipples. With her shirt unbuttoned, very

little would be hidden from their gazes.

They stood side-by-side now, only a few feet between them and her as the last

button slid free and the edges of her shirt parted. She watched them closely, aware of

the sexual tension, the blistering aura of energy that seemed to leap from them and

surround her.

She had been with two brothers before, she had no fear of the experience to come,

but there was something different about Lucian and Devril. Some intangible something

that caressed her flesh with ghostly fingers and denied her the ability to refuse them.

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She was experienced but she wasn’t promiscuous. She was nearly thirty years old

and well aware of her power as a woman, until it came to these two men. With them,

she felt as nervous, as shaky, as a virgin facing her first lover.

“You are incredibly beautiful,” Devril said as they approached her.

Tally held herself carefully still as the two men came along each side of her. They

towered over her, her head barely clearing their chests, making her vulnerable, making

her aware of her femininity, the weaknesses of her smaller body. It was a feeling she

wasn’t accustomed to.

“Come here, baby.” Lucian pressed her head against his chest, holding her there as

his other hand followed Devril’s and pulled the side of her blouse from the swollen

flesh of her breast.

Both men groaned heavily as they revealed the prize they had sought.

“How beautiful.” Lucian sighed as the backs of his fingers smoothed over the curve

of her breast while Devril cupped the other in his worker’s hands.

The heat of Devril’s palm seared through the lace of her navy demi-bra while

Lucian’s calloused fingers caressed the engorged nipple of the other. As the hardened

little nub became more sensitive, the weight of the gold ring became more pronounced,

tormenting her with the light weight of it.

She fought to keep from panting but she could feel the light film of perspiration

gathering on her forehead. The tremors of arousal were becoming harder to still with

each passing minute. She could feel her control threatening to crumble and fought it

with every breath she took.

“So cool and controlled,” Devril murmured, a shade of amusement coloring his

voice as his lips lowered to her shoulder. “How long can you keep that control, Tally?”

She closed her eyes, awash in sensation, in pleasure, as Lucian adjusted his stance,

his hand still cupping the back of her head, his own head lowering.

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She whimpered when his mouth covered her nipple. She couldn’t hold back the

sound, or her own pleasure. His tongue played mercilessly with the weight of gold, his

mouth drawing on her flesh deeply as Devril followed suit with the other mound. She

was caught between them, a feast of sensuality to their lustful appetites.

Tally clenched her thighs tightly together as the twin mouths worked at her flesh,

consuming her, feeding from hard, erect nipples, licking and sucking as she arched into

their touch, her body flaming with arousal. Intense pleasure bombarded her senses with

the need to be taken. Her pussy was flaming, burning with hunger, demanding

fulfillment.

She shifted between the two men, searching for relief as she fought back the pleas,

the deep moans of surrender. She needed to be touched, taken.

“Damn, Tally, you’re killing me,” Lucian groaned at her breast as Devril suddenly

took the responsibility of holding her upright.

Lucian’s mouth left her breast, his tongue giving it a final lick before Dev pulled her

against his chest and lowered them both to the chair behind him. His hands covered her

breasts, his fingers rasping her nipples, pulling on the gold rings as Lucian knelt before

them.

Tally watched him through dazed eyes. Behind her, Devril was breathing harshly;

his head lowered to her neck, his lips and tongue caressing her flesh with devastating

results.

She fought to breathe as Lucian began to push her skirt over her thighs. Devril

aided him by lifting her, adjusting her on his knees until she was spread out before

Lucian like some sensual offering to his lust. His hands caressed her legs, her thighs, as

he pushed the skirt to her hips, revealing the navy lace thong that covered the bare,

plump lips of her pussy.

She drew in a hard breath as Devril spread her thighs with his knees, opening her

for Lucian’s pleasure as she stared back at him in dazed fascination. She fought to steel

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herself, to prepare herself for his touch, but when it came it was like a blow of hard

pleasure straight to her womb.

His fingers did no more than smooth over the damp triangle of fabric as his lips

parted, his tongue licking over them slowly.

“You’re wet, Tally,” Lucian whispered roughly.

“It would seem so,” she quipped, fighting back the guttural moan rising in her

chest.

He grinned, his eyes flaring with amusement at her catty tone.

“You are such a bad girl,” he whispered as his thumb located the small ring that

pierced the hood of her clit.

“Really?” Her breathing was jerky, her voice hoarse. “So what are you going to do

about it?”

Lucian chuckled, his hot breath caressing her moist flesh with the sound.

Tally jerked in response, her eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Are you going to tease me all day or do something?” She was not panting, she

assured herself. Controlling her breathing was becoming more difficult by the second,

though. She was growing weak, dazed. The sensual teasing of Devril’s hands on her

breasts, his fingers tugging at the rings as his lips caressed her neck, was bad enough.

But Lucian, kneeling between her thighs, his fingers slowly removing the damp thong,

was almost enough to send her over the edge.

“I’m going to do something,” Lucian whispered. “I’m going to make you scream,

Tally.”

If anyone could, it would be Lucian, but Tally was just as determined that she

would hold on to that last bit of her defenses. She had never screamed. She wasn’t

about to start now.

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Helplessly trapped against Devril’s hard body, she watched as Lucian’s head

lowered. His thumbs spread the plump lips of her cunt apart, revealing her swollen clit

and the ring of gold that graced it.

He seemed fascinated with the piercing. His tongue played over the ring, tugging at

it sensually, moving it around, up and down, until Tally was lifting to his mouth,

flames leaping from her pussy to sear the rest of her body with the driving need for

orgasm.

It was intense. Too intense. She could feel her mind dissolving beneath the sensual

rush of pleasure, her nerve endings catching fire as the knot of sensation began to

tighten in her womb.

She needed to be fucked. She needed it now. Enough of the torture, of the slow

games… Her moan echoed around her as Lucian eased his finger inside the burning

depths of her pussy. His tongue played sadistic games of lust against her clit as his

finger fucked her with short, shallow strokes.

“Lucian, fuck me.” She was panting now. Panting was okay. Damn, it felt so good,

so blistering hot and exciting she could barely stand it.

“Not yet,” he whispered against her soaked flesh. “Soon, baby, but not yet.”

“No.” She shook her head against Devril’s chest as his teeth nipped at her neck.

“Now. Fuck me now.” She arched into his thrusting finger, gritting her teeth in an

agony of need as her hands tangled in his hair, struggling to attain her release.

Devril’s fingers tightened on her straining nipples, sending a hard burst of

pleasure/pain streaking through her breasts at the same time Lucian added another

finger to the first and thrust them hard inside her straining pussy.

So close. She whimpered, her breath catching at the intensity of the pleasure as she

fought to reach that final threshold. Why were they tormenting her? She could feel

Devril’s cock like a wedge of steel beneath his jeans at her back, and she knew Lucian’s

was like a length of iron beneath his slacks. Why weren’t they fucking her? Especially

when she needed it so damned bad.

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“Come for me, Tally,” Lucian whispered against her clit, his fingers fucking her

with exciting roughness as the muscles of her vagina clenched around them.

She needed more. She was reaching desperately for the pinnacle but it wasn’t there.

“Fuck me.” She gripped his hair tighter, trying to pull him closer, desperate now to

find the release tormenting her body.

“No yet.” He was breathing hard, rough. “Come for me, Tally. Now.”

His lips clamped over her clit, suckling it into his mouth as his tongue flickered

over it with velvet roughness. Tally couldn’t halt the sob that escaped her chest. It

wasn’t enough. She knew it wouldn’t be enough. She bit her lip, holding back the fury

and the screams of disappointment as she strained against him, fighting to climax, to

escape the searing knowledge that her body needed more.

It was like a splash of icy water, that knowledge that she wouldn’t find her release,

that Lucian and Devril would suspect the secret she fought to keep so carefully hidden.

Agonized, her chest exploding with fear, she took the only option left to her. She faked

it. She tightened in Devril’s arms, feigning her release, working the muscles of her