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opinions of sexuality and completely honest with the darker side of her own sexual

desires.

The fact was, there would be problems attached to any affair she entered into with

Lucian, or Lucian and his brother. Her emotions were involved. How it happened,

when it had happened, she wasn’t entirely certain. But she knew when she stepped into

that office and saw Lucian fucking Terrie she had been furious.

She had known it would happen eventually. Hell, she could have stopped it. When

Jesse asked her if there was anyone who shouldn’t be involved in such a situation with

him and Terrie, she could have said something then. Her pride had demanded her

silence, though.

It wasn’t so much that Lucian had been fucking the other woman, contradictory as

it sounded; it was that he wasn’t fucking Tally.

“This is so stupid.” She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts.

She wasn’t jealous of Terrie—not really. She was just so damned consumed with the

thought of Lucian, and now Dev, that she couldn’t make sense of anything else. She had

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been ever since their first meeting at Delacourte Electronics and their mocking appraisal

of her as she led them into Jesse’s office.

She finished her champagne before leaning her head back against the bench and

drawing in the warm night air. The steady sound of falling water, the heady scents of

the night and her own weariness were about to get the best of her.

“Hiding, Tally?” Lucian’s smooth, dark voice had her eyes opening in resignation.

Had she known he would follow her?

She stared up at him, seeing the halo of light around the white-blond of his hair and

silhouetting the wide breadth of his shoulders.

“Well, it should be pretty evident I wasn’t looking for company.” She injected what

she hoped was just the right amount of cool mockery into her voice. It was hard to do

after their last confrontation.

He chuckled. The sound was low and wickedly amused as she rose to her feet,

intent on returning to the house. He had been furious when he left the week before, he

and Dev both were literally fuming over what she had done. She expected a return of

that anger now.

“Tally.” His hand on her arm as she moved to pass him stopped her. More from

surprise, perhaps, than from anything else.

She stared up at him in the dim light, wondering at the serious cast of his

expression. She had seen him mocking, sarcastic and downright furious. But she had

never seen this expression on his face. Intent, his gaze shadowed with a bit of regret.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his hand smoothing down her arm until he gripped

her hand lightly, lifting it to his face.

Tally fought the tremor of response that started low in her belly and began to work

its way through her body. His touch was gentle as he pressed her hand against his

cheek. She could fight their dominance, enjoyed doing so actually. But this gentleness

was destructive, weakening.

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“Lucian.” She stopped, attempting to clear the huskiness from her throat. She

hadn’t expected this. Didn’t expect this tenderness, this need that stirred a part of her

soul she didn’t know could still respond.

“I thought of you while I was gone.” He turned his head, his lips pressing against

her palm. “I dreamed of you. Often.”

Her hand trembled. His voice was dark and deep, stroking along her senses as the

night breeze wafted over her skin. It was incredibly sensual, weakening.

“Everything ran really well at the office,” she reported desperately, uncertain how

to respond, how to react. “Sax had a few problems with one of the contracts…”

“Tally, I don’t care about the damned office.” He moved closer, his free hand

cupping her hip as he pulled her closer to him. “You run that place like a drill sergeant.

I have no doubt everything went just as planned.”

If he had been irritated or if his voice had been snide she could have fought him,

could have fought the hunger that curled through every cell of her body. Instead, a

tender vein of amusement slid through his desire-rich tone and caused her chest to

swell with pride. She was a damned good assistant and she knew it.

The next second, the office was forgotten completely as he laid her hand against his

chest. He gripped her hips and before she could protest he lifted her to him, his lips

settling at the corner of hers with heated need.

“I love how you taste, Tally,” he whispered as her fingers curled against his

shoulders. “So sweet and hot. I dreamed of that taste. I woke aching for it. Dev and I

barely managed to get through the week without you, we ached so desperately for

you.”

“We?” She could barely still her groan as she felt the heat and hardness of his cock

against her stomach, felt the air of tension that surrounded both of them now.

“Tell me you don’t want it, Tally,” he told her gently, his hand raising once again to

push her hair back from her face as he stared down at her somberly. “Tell me you don’t

want us both touching you, holding you into the night. That you don’t ache to know

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that either or both of us are there for you at any time you wish, willing to give you

whatever you need.”

“Really Lucian, you should bottle the charm. You could make millions.” She

swallowed tightly; the image of it had taunted her more than she wanted to admit to

herself.

“Do you understand what we’re offering, Tally? Do you think you can play us

against each other until you choose which of us you want?” he asked gently. “It

wouldn’t matter, if you just had me. Or just had him. It wouldn’t matter where I was on

this planet; I would feel him inside you. I would feel the tight clasp of your pussy on his

cock, feel the heat of your body beneath his.” Her eyes widened as he continued.

“That’s the bond we share, baby. What I love, he will always love. What I need, he

hungers for as well. And vice versa. You belong to both of us, Tally. Forever. Imagine

that, baby. Two of us to torture and drive insane. Think of the possibilities.”

Oh, the temptation of it. The utterly delicious carnality of the thought. All her

fantasies, her desires, her dreams, rolled into two men at her beck and call. The thought

was so tempting, so erotic, she wanted nothing more than to give into it.

Lucian’s hand cupped the back of her head, holding her steady as his lips smoothed

over hers.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “Your lips beneath mine, the heat growing between us?

Dev knows that now. He can feel your lips as well as I do, feel the fullness of them, taste

the sweetness of them. Just as I tasted you last week. Just as he knew your touch, you

knew I would feel it as well. Open your mouth, Tally, let me truly taste paradise now.”

She stared into his eyes, helpless now, trapped by the hunger and heat of his gaze.

“This is a mistake.” Tally fought to keep her voice strong, to remember how fragile

emotion could be and how often absent it was in the cold light of day.

“A mistake?” he asked her gently, catching one hand and pulling it down his chest,

over his hard abdomen until her fingers were cupping the rigid flesh contained beneath

his silk slacks. “Feel that, Tally. Is it really a mistake?”

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Tally shuddered, not because she ached so desperately for what she cupped in her

hand, but because of the second pair of hands and the hard warm body suddenly

behind her.

It was her personal fantasy. How did a woman fight her own fantasy? Especially

one that had tormented her for nearly a decade. Two men, tall and strong, dominant,

determined. Both men hungry for her.

Her head fell back against Dev’s shoulder as he bent to her neck. At the same time,

Lucian’s head bent as well, his lips covering hers, his tongue pressing fiercely between

her lips to tangle with hers. It was blistering, intense. Sensation exploded beneath her

skin as four male hands roamed her body, easing her, sending arcs of white-hot heat

sizzling into the depths of her cunt.

She swore she would die from the pleasure. It wasn’t possible that one woman

could endure such a high degree of carnal excitement. It surged through her

bloodstream, whipped through her womb, spasmed into the depths of her pussy.

“Soft,” Dev whispered as Lucian’s kiss destroyed her sensibilities. “Such heat.

You’re so hot, Tally, I wonder if we’ll survive it.”

His hands smoothed down the silk of her dress as Lucian moved one hand just

below her breast. She cried out into his kiss, rising to her tiptoes, her hand gripping his

neck as he held her close against him.

“I could eat you alive,” Dev growled as he pushed her hair aside, his lips moving to

the sensitive nape of her neck as his hands roamed over the clenching cheeks of her ass.

Tally shuddered at the touch. She could feel her juices spilling from her pussy,

dampening her thong as his hands gripped the material of her dress and began to ease

it upward.

She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. Lucian’s tongue was an invader,

conquering her mouth, swallowing her muffled screams of pleasure as Dev eased the

silk over her rear and ran his fingers along bare flesh.

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Her hands clenched in Lucian’s hair. Pleasure tore through her body, anticipation

setting fire to every nerve ending she possessed.

“Damn, you have the most beautiful ass in the world, Tally.”

Lucian’s lips were frantic on hers now, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she

writhed in his arms. Hot male hands parted her legs as Dev knelt behind her. Tally

wondered if she could possibly survive so much as another second of their touch.

As Dev’s hand played with the curves of her ass, Lucian tore his mouth from hers,

burying his lips in her neck as his hands pushed at the slender straps of her dress and

eased them down her shoulders until the tops of her breasts were bared. She would

have protested, would have worried that someone could come upon them if they hadn’t

struck simultaneously.

Lucian nudged the silk over one hard nipple and enclosed it in his mouth as Dev

nipped at a buttock, his hard hands parting the cheeks as his tongue began to paint hot,

rapid designs much too close to the puckered entrance to her ass.

“Oh God! No more.” She arched in Lucian’s arms and, despite her words, held him

close to her breast as she felt Dev moving the narrow band of her thong from between

her buttocks.

The suction of his mouth on her flesh, his tongue whipping over her pierced nipple,

his teeth alternately tugging at the small gold loop, had her pussy pulsing in frantic

need. She was burning, melting, and Dev was suddenly there spreading her thighs

wide as his head tilted between them, his tongue a lash of excruciating ecstasy as he

lapped at the juices spilling from her cunt while one diabolical finger began to breech

the entrance to her ass.

Lucian gripped her leg, just behind her knee, lifting it, bracing it against his hip as

Dev’s lips and tongue began to torture the bare flesh of her cunt. His tongue slid inside

her vagina, pumping in hard, tight strokes as she shuddered in Lucian’s arms.

It was unbearable. If they stopped she would die.

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Dev’s finger screwed slowly, deep inside her anus, using the juices that slid from

her cunt to ease his way. As her muscles adjusted to that small penetration, he added

another, keeping the fiery tension alive, that small spark of pleasure/pain nearly

sufficient to throw her over the edge.

“You’re so hot, you’ll burn us both alive,” Lucian groaned at her breast as he held

her still for Dev’s explorations. “Does it feel good, baby? Do you like his tongue fucking

you, his fingers preparing you?”

Tally shuddered, dazed with pleasure. This was too good. It was more than she had

ever dreamed it would be.

“I could lift you now, Tally, push my cock up your tight pussy while Dev takes

your hot little ass. All you have to do is ask me for it. Tell me you want it, Tally.” His

voice was strained, hoarse from arousal as he raised his head to stare down at her in the

dim light. “Now, Tally.”

She opened her mouth, the words trembling on her lips.

“Tally, are you out here?” They froze as Terrie’s voice called out imperatively. “I

have an emergency in the house. I need your help.”

Like a splash of cold water her friend’s voice filled her senses. Dev cursed as he

quickly moved back, smoothing the material of her dress over her buttocks as Lucian

raised his head and stared down at her with a hunger that speared straight to her soul.