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“Seriously?” She twists around and raises her brows as her eyes meet mine. “Are you sure you don’t want to take me home?” And then she lowers her voice, giving me a mischievous look, and I know she’s about to make me an offer I can’t refuse. “Not even if I drop to my knees and beg for you, sir?”

“Yeah.” I sit up, adjusting my now rock-hard dick, and look over at Wyatt. “We’re leaving. Immediately.”

FORTY-THREE

Kinsley

I don’t knowwhy I thought going out in public with these two was a good idea. We were at the bar for less than twenty minutes, and I’m already wetter than the splash zone at SeaWorld.

Especially with Wyatt’s hands all over me and Brantley’s promise to make my wildest fantasies come true. Okay, maybe he didn’t say those words directly, but his eyes did, and I’m about ready to take him up on that perceived offer.

Between the night Wyatt and Maverick took my virginity and all the teasing this week from the three of them, I’ve been watching a lot of porn, and I think it’s safe to say I have some ideas about how I’d like tonight to go.

I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with shmouble denetration, and it involves both Ellis brothers.

“I can’t wait to get inside you.” Wyatt pins me against Brantley’s door, those wandering hands of his slipping up my dress. He must be reading my mind, or maybe my face is more expressive than I thought. “It’s been way too long, baby girl.”

With a nod, I pull him down to me and smash his mouth to mine.

He takes control of the kiss, showing me exactly how much he missed me. We’re a mess of tongue and teeth, passion and longing. His hands roam all over my body—grabbing my ass, palming my breasts, wrapping around my hips.

Logically, I know I shouldn’t be so needy, so damn desperate, but with them? All logic goes straight out the window. I’m a mess. A horny, heated mess.

Brantley grunts beside us, his keys jingling as he tries and fails to open the door at my back. He swears, grunts again, but this time the door opens and as it does, Wyatt picks me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his hips.

I don’t know where he’s leading us, but he’s walking through Brantley’s apartment. These two could be walking straight to hell, and I’d dutifully follow. It feels like I’ve been fighting my feelings for them for too long, and I can’t resist anymore. I’m not sure I’m strong enough. They want this, me, and I want them. It doesn’t matter that they’re fifteen years older than me. It doesn’t matter that they’re my bosses. And it sure as fuck doesn’t matter what the world thinks of the four of us dating.

Speaking of.

I pull away, struggling to catch my breath. “Should we call Maverick?”

“You want him on the phone while we fuck you?” Brantley comes up behind me, sweeps my hair to the side, and runs his lips up the side of my neck.

A shiver runs through my entire body, and holy fuck me. That wasn’t what I was thinking, but I sure as hell am now.

“Yes.” My word ends on a moan as Brantley molds his body to mine, sandwiching me between him and his brother, and bites down on my shoulder. “Fuck yes.”

My heart is hammering in my chest, rattling my ribs like that broken copy machine in the back of the office. My body is on fire, and every touch, every single caress stokes the flames.

Wyatt drops me on the bed and takes a step back, pulling his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. Brantley licks along his bottom lip and reaches down, adjusting his hard dick before giving me a smile that leaves me breathless. That damn smile of theirs really is potent. If I weren’t already laying down, it might have knocked me on my ass.

“Hello?” Maverick’s voice echoes through the room.

Wyatt tosses the phone next to me, pulling his shirt over his head in a one-handed move that has no right to be that sexy. “You alone?”

“Colin is in bed.” He answers slowly. “I’m watching a movie. What’s up?”

“Our girl wants you to hear how good we fuck her.” Brantley kicks off his shoes and tosses his T-shirt on the floor beside him. He tilts his head to the side, eyes raking up and down my body while I check out his. Brantley’s chest is wide and muscular, his abs defined, and it’s clear he spends as much time working out as Wyatt.

Except Brantley has a tattoo. A big one covering his right shoulder and upper arm. It’s a stunning black and gray nautical piece with an intricately designed compass and a pocket watch laid out over a map.

I can’t wait to lick it.

“Hold on,” Maverick groans, jostling the phone. “Let me get somewhere more private. You want me in your bed, firecracker?”

“Yes.” Not only do I want him in my bed, but I want him naked, palming his hard cock, stroking it until he loses all control. I want him surrounded by my sheets, my scent, I want to know I’m driving him wild even though we’re not even on the same floor.

I push myself up, kneeling on the mattress in front of Brantley, and run my fingers along the lines of ink, the ridgesof muscle. He captures my lips with his, pushing my dress up to my hips. The kiss is chaste but consuming, it’s heat coursing through my body and setting every nerve on fire.

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