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of fact, though his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I’m certain he can answer your

questions about development.”

The man was fucking insane. Lucian shifted in his seat, casting his friend a look of

retribution as all eyes turned to him. Tally chose that particular moment to rake her

teeth over the head of Dev’s cock, nearly sending Lucian into heart failure. Dear God,

the pleasure was streaking through his veins like comets across a night sky, only to

explode in his brain. He was supposed to discuss something in this condition?

He cleared his throat. Okay, it was the first time in a lot of years, but not the first

time ever that Dev had placed him in this position. He could get through this. He

cleared his throat again.

Fuck! He tensed as trailing fingers of sensation shot from his dick to his head in a

surge of ecstasy unlike anything he could have imagined. What the fuck was she doing?

Her mouth was sucking firmly, her tongue rimming the flared head, fingers massaging

taut balls with firm strokes, but she was doing something more. Pressing against the

base of the cock, nimble little fingers applied pressure as the ball of her thumb rotated.

He swallowed tightly, his eyes widening as he felt his release begin to build.

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* * * * *

“Not yet.” Tally eased the pressure of her mouth on Dev’s cock, her fingers

tightening on the base to delay the release she could feel surging up the shaft of tight,

hard flesh. “Let’s see if we can’t make it better.”

Dev stared at her with narrowed eyes, his breathing hard, face flushed as she

reached for the glass of ice water that was on his desk. Her fingers slid over the rim,

drawing a sliver of ice from the cold liquid. She saw the glimmer of amusement in his

eyes and wondered if Lucian was similarly awed with her abilities.

She could barely restrain her chuckle. She could imagine the hell he was going

through while sitting through that meeting with those stuffy, straight-laced government

types.

Opening her mouth slowly, aware of Dev watching her every move, she laid the ice

on her tongue, allowing the cold to penetrate her warm flesh as it melted quickly.

“Now we see if you can keep that control,” she whispered on a small laugh as her

head lowered once again to the straining flesh.

* * * * *

Lucian flinched. A strangled groan growled at the back of his throat as the pressure

on the base of his cock eased, only to have the head surrounded with an icy blast of

sensation a second before the heat began to return as never before. White-hot, growing,

shimmering before his eyes as his balls drew up tight and hard, warning him that

release was only seconds away.

“Mr. Conover?” The Major was staring at him in concern. “Are you feeling okay?”

Lucian’s gaze swung to Jesse, who quickly lost his amusement in the face of

whatever he was seeing. The pleasure was too intense, too destructive. Fuck. He was

going to kill them.

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His cock throbbed in warning, a small amount of pre-come dampening it beneath

the material of his slacks.

Lucian jumped to his feet and without apology, without an explanation, stalked

across the office to the private bathroom off the side. He slammed the door, his fingers

shaking as he locked it with one hand and tore at the zipper of his slacks with the other.

No sooner had he managed to free the tortured flesh from its confinement than he

exploded. He barely throttled his strangled groan, his head falling back as he bared his

teeth and felt his semen jet violently from the head of his cock.

Hard spasms wracked his body, drew every muscle tight and locked the breath in

his throat as he fought to steady himself, to rein in the harsh male shout that he knew

had erupted from Dev’s throat.

Son of a bitch. He shuddered with the feel of gentle lips milking the last drops of

come from a straining cock before they slid away slowly. He fought for breath, his chest

heaving, his composure shot now. Never, in his entire life,
never
had he known

anything so fucking good, and all he’d had for his pleasure was the echo of impressions

through the bond he shared with Dev.

His legs trembled; sweat beaded his flesh, dampened his shirt and did little to cool

the heat raging just under his skin. With shaking hands he cleaned the sink that had

been splattered with the silky jets of seed spewing from his cock moments before, then

fixed his clothes slowly.

His eyes narrowed as his teeth clenched in fury. The little witch. She was going to

pay, and by God, he would make sure she paid well.

He moved from the bathroom back to the office.

“Jesse, gentlemen, I seem to be afflicted by some odd virus at the moment. If you’ll

excuse me…”

“Lucian.” Jesse stopped him as he headed for the door. “Get well quick. You and

Dev have a flight in two hours. You’ll be accompanying the General to Washington to

lay the idea out to the committee. I hope you’ll be able to make it.”

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Lucian stared back at them, fighting to keep his expression calm. “I’m certain it’s

merely a temporary affliction. I just need a few moments. Excuse me.”

He nodded stiffly to the three men before he threw open the office door and stalked

out to Tally’s desk.

There she sat, as cool and triumphant as a reigning queen. She smiled slowly, a

smug little curve to her lips that warned him of her victorious demeanor. But her gaze

was hot, wild. She wasn’t unaffected and she hadn’t found her own release. Damned

stubborn woman. He glanced at Dev, who stood furiously at the door to his office,

watching her heatedly.

“Wrong move, sweet thing,” Lucian told her softly, leaning close as he planted his

fists on her desk and stared into her satisfied expression. “Bold. Daring. But wrong

time, wrong place. You chose to pick a meeting to test your skills during office hours,

business time. No quarter given. Do not make the mistake of ever asking for such,

either. When I get back from this little trip you’ve just caused with your shenanigans in

distracting me during that meeting, you better be waiting, because I intend to fuck you

six ways from Sunday. Maybe, just maybe, by the time we’re finished you’ll be too

fucking tired to cause trouble.”

She rolled her eyes. He snapped his teeth together in fury at the mocking

expression.

“Darling,” she drawled. “I would cause trouble if I were dead. You’re once again

overreaching your own capabilities.”

Overreaching? Lucian leaned closer, almost nose to nose, the vindictive little light

in her eyes making him crazy to fuck it out of her.

“Am I, Tally?” he asked her gently. “When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna spank

your tight little ass until you scream to come for me. I’m going to make you beg.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, Daddy, make it hurt so good.”

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She was laughing. The little vixen was having the time of her damned life. The

impression hit him nearly broadside. Had he ever seen her eyes twinkle like that? Seen

such joy on her face? She was torturing him and she was loving it.

For a moment, just a moment, warmth curled through his heart. Her laughter, her

joy, was like an addiction, but he’d be damned if he could live through another episode

such as the one he had just experienced.

“You are insane,” he growled, straightening and staring down at her with a frown.

Her laughter was low, bright. “Yeah. I am,” she agreed. “Deal with it.”

Deal with it? He turned and glanced at Dev. Deal with it? They were so screwed.

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Tally knew the minute Lucian and Devril walked into the Wyman’s large front

room nearly a week later. Several other projects in addition to the military contract had

called them out of town, leaving her alone in the office and oddly at loose ends. She

hadn’t anticipated how much she would miss them or the excitement that sizzled over

her body whenever they were near.

But they were back now and her body was suddenly alive again. The tiny hairs at

the nape of her neck lifted in some sort of primal awareness, drawing her attention

away from the handsome Director of Marketing she had been chatting with.

Her head turned; rather distantly, she noticed the feel of her long, straight black

hair swishing above her hips, caressing the silk of her snug bronze dress. The sensual

feeling wasn’t welcome. It warned her that the sexual tension between them that

afternoon last week had not abated and her body was now primed and eager for their

touch. It was no longer just Lucian her body lusted after, but Dev as well.

Devril had never played a part in any of her sexual fantasies of Lucian, until this

past month. As she had fought for release in her lonely bed over the past week, Devril

accompanied her fantasy image of Lucian, his hands playing over her body as she

imagined Lucian’s cock, his erection filling her mouth as his brother’s filled her pussy.

It had been highly erotic. It had been highly unwelcome. She was having a hard enough

time keeping herself distant from one brother; she didn’t need the other adding into the

equation.

“Excuse me,” she murmured to the young man she had been talking to, and headed

for the bar for another glass of champagne. Liquid courage. She needed something to

see her through this evening.

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Tally had to admit she had hoped neither Lucian nor Devril would return in time to

attend the small party Jesse and Terrie were throwing to celebrate the six-month

anniversary of the friendly and very lucrative, merging of Delacourte and Conover

electronics firms. Each company had differing strengths and areas of expertise that,

when combined, would eventually make them a leader within the electronic

manufacturing world. That and the government contracts that the two companies

together could now pull in would push them ahead of the game.

Sipping on her champagne, Tally moved farther along to keep a careful distance

between her and the Conover brothers. Damn, she just hadn’t considered that they

would double-team her the way they had. But she should have. It was an oversight that

she had been foolish to make. She knew they were part of the much whispered about

Trojans. A group of elite dominants that often enjoyed ménage sexual practices with

their women.

Several ex-wives of the group had made the mistake of telling
a few good friends

about the small group and word had spread like wildfire through the small community

of influential citizens. Exactly what the Trojans were, no one really knew. Sexually

dominant, they were men whose extreme sexual tastes were outside of what would be

considered natural.

Her best friend, Terrie, had married one of the members and Tally knew for a fact

that part of her relationship with her new husband did indeed involve a third partner

sometimes. It was something Terrie spoke very little of, but Tally knew the other

woman had found that
something
that had always been missing in her life.

Not that Jesse wasn’t extremely possessive of his new wife. He was. The love that

connected the two was impossible to miss. Jesse never so much as looked at another

woman. But he did sometimes share his wife.

Lucky Terrie.

Tally sighed as she wandered through the open garden doors and escaped the

stifling tension following her in the house. She should have known better than to attend

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the party. Her emotions were too high, her control too fragile right now. She prided

herself on that control and the small slips she was displaying were starting to worry

her. Lucian and Dev were becoming a weakness she could ill afford.

Silently, she made her way along the rock walkway that led deeper into the

shadowed expanse of flowering bushes and trees. Terrie’s idea, she knew. Her friend

had a green thumb that often went out of control, but the garden was a masterpiece of

serenity. Nearly a square acre of lush vegetation and miniature trees.

Finally, Tally made her way to a secluded waterfall on the western edge of the

gardens and the hidden padded bench beneath the shelter of a small, vine-covered iron

gazebo.

The bench was wide, softly cushioned and, most importantly, private. Tally needed

time to come to grips with herself before facing Lucian or his twin. It wasn’t that the

thought of a ménage with the two men bothered her. Tally was extremely liberal in her