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  For the next several hours, she’d not only enjoy the best sex of her life, but she could make Adam watch. He’d finally pay for all the nights she’d sat at home watching old movies on television while he did his thing with other women here. Professional, he’d called it, not personal, and he’d expected her to shrug it off. Well, this was professional, too. A mindless fuck with a man in the same line of work as his.

  Except he wasn’t any longer. He’d quit that part of his job. Probably something to contemplate there, but she’d have to figure that out later, because her mind wasn’t working nearly as well as her sex. If you could call a man’s cock his little brain and insist it could make him do things his big brain wouldn’t consider, then her pussy was acting the same way for her. The effects of the drug had made her achy and throbbing, but that fact didn’t make the sensations any less real. Or demanding.

  She had two men—both tall, both with firm bodies that pressed against hers as they went. Both schooled in how to give her everything she needed, and she needed a lot. As soon as they got her down this endless corridor, they could get to work.

  They finally arrived at the door to the suite, and Jeff inserted the key card and opened the door for her. What greeted her on the other side took her breath away. A large living room with a flat-screen television and stereo equipment also held modern couches and armchairs with lines that seemed to suggest flight. She kicked off her shoes and allowed her feet to sink into plush carpet as she made her way across the room, letting her fingers skim across the glass top of a dining table as she went.

  “We hope you like it,” Jeff said.

  “Like it? It’s amazing,” she replied.

  Adam remained silent where he stood just inside the room. Madeline couldn’t have chosen two men so perfectly matched to please the female eye. Jeff stood nearly as tall as Adam and had the same perfect body, finely muscled beneath the elegant tailoring of his suit. But where Adam had swarthy skin, dark eyes, and raven black hair, Jeff was blond and had blue eyes and a dimple in his cheek that suggested mischief.

  Madeline must have guessed from the fact that Susan had already chosen Adam as her lover that her fantasies went toward clean-shaven men in elegant clothes. Men who might have been princes in another era, each with a satin sash across his chest. And she’d get to undress them and check out their equipment underneath.

  “Take a look at the rest of the suite and see if it’s to your liking,” Jeff said. Ever the pleasant fellow.

  “I will.” She headed into the bedroom. “Are you coming, Adam?”

  “I’m here,” his voice came from behind her.

  The bedroom was as expansive as the living room, if not more. It gleamed with brass and polished wood. An enormous bed with posts that climbed nearly to the high ceiling dominated the space. A glass-topped table and occasional chairs stood off to one side. The same thick carpet she’d noticed in the living room hushed her steps as she explored.

  So much luxury. She threw her arms out and turned until she was dizzy. When she threatened to topple, Adam caught her as he always had when something had threatened to pull her down, emotionally or physically. His dark gaze met hers.

  “Are you happy?”

  “Delirious,” she said. “What about you?”

  His expression said nothing. “I’d use a somewhat different word.”

  “And the bathroom, madame.” Jeff stood by an open door and gestured across the threshold.

  White marble nearly blinded Susan when she stepped inside, and light bounced off brass faucets and fixtures. A glass-enclosed shower occupied the far wall, and a sunken tub took up much of the rest of the room. Plenty of opportunities for fun there.

  When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Jeff had undone his tie and was removing the jacket of his suit. He draped that over one of the chairs and proceeded to take out his cufflinks. With those set aside, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing strong forearms covered with sun-bleached hairs.

  Susan started in on the buttons of her blouse, but he moved to stop her hands. “Let me do that.”

  As Jeff undressed her, Adam took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and watched. Perhaps they’d worked together before, because Jeff seemed to know how to conduct a threesome without being told. Jeff had an expert touch, his big fingers working buttons while the warmth of his body enveloped her. He bent to nibble at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot, leaving no doubt about what type of encounter would follow.

  Adam’s face gave nothing away, but he seemed intent on observing every move she and his coworker made. She stood where she was and allowed Jeff to remove her clothing. His fingers gliding over her skin, he rid her of her blouse and reached behind to unfasten her bra. When her breasts fell loose, Adam stared at them as if seeing them for the first time. If she hadn’t been so utterly and completely turned on, she might have covered them out of shyness, but timidity didn’t fit with these men and her plans to have both of them.

  Once he had her naked from the waist up, Jeff dropped to his knees in front of her. He popped the snap of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Skimming his hands over her hips, he slid both her pants and panties down her legs in one motion. She stepped out of them with his help. Now totally nude, she stood and allowed both of the men to see her. Jeff smiled, deepening the dimple in his cheek, but Adam might have been a statue, sitting completely still, his hands on his knees.

  He’d never stared at her that way before, not in the entire time they’d lived together. He’d seen her naked every day, often after having undressed her himself. He’d touched her everywhere, whispering how much he wanted her. Sometimes, he’d simply taken her when neither of them could wait and needed each other immediately. He’d never sat, watching, without reaching for her.

  Her stomach did a little flip, and her heart raced. His detachment created a thrill not unlike fear and most definitely not unlike sexual need.

  Then Jeff eased her legs apart, and his intent became clear. Oral sex, when she was already so turned on she could hardly stand. The most intimate act possible, with another man watching. How incredibly erotic. When he put his mouth over her pussy, the world retreated, leaving her with nothing but a hunger for the ultimate contact: the feel of his tongue against her throbbing clit.

  He didn’t make her wait long. In a few seconds, his tongue parted the lips of her sex and landed on the supersensitive organ. She whimpered, and her knees threatened to give out, but he held her upright, his arms around her hips. For a man who’d met her only minutes ago, he learned quickly the exact pressure to use to send her from aroused to ready to burst out of her skin. As she started the climb to orgasm, she gripped his head for balance. No matter what, she must not lose the delicious friction that had her blood whooshing in her ears.

  Oh, God, so good. So fucking good. Her breathing grew harsh, and the sound of a woman’s voice came to her. Her own, of course, but not as she’d ever heard it. So full of raw need and so unconcerned with anything but her own pleasure. Shameless. Demanding. And he kept giving, his tongue fluttering over the tip of her clit and then pressing harder.

  She could have this and more. Much, much more, for hours. As long as she could stand it. So, when the orgasm neared, she welcomed it, not fighting its power. It began at the point of contact with his tongue and built, like a huge wave climbing, climbing, and then cresting. As it washed over her, she used the last bit of air in her lungs to shout. The spasms started, deep and strong. On and on as if they’d never stop.

  Eventually they did end, and she collapsed. Strong arms caught her and raised her against a solid chest. Not Adam. His scent was imprinted on her brain, and this man had his own perfume. Jeff laid her on the comforter on the huge bed and stretched out next to her.

  He pushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “Good one?”

  “Fabulous. Thank you.” He hadn’t satisfied her, though. More like taken the edge off. Inside, the fire still burned. It would rage out of control a
gain as soon as one of them touched her in the right way. But they had hours together and plenty of time for lots of touches.

  “I can make you come like that,” Adam said. He hadn’t moved from the chair, hadn’t even shifted his posture.

  “I know you can,” she said.

  Adam fell silent, leaving the obvious question unspoken. Why do you need him, then?

  “Is Susan one of your clients?” Jeff sat up on the bed. “Because if this is your turf . . .”

  Adam let out a laugh that had nothing to do with humor. If they’d had more time, he could have explained the situation to Jeff.

  “Turf? Hardly.”

  “We were lovers,” she said, “out in the real world.”

  “Hey, man. No one told me any of that.” Jeff got off the bed. “I don’t want to get between you and your girlfriend.”

  “Were,” Susan said. “Past tense.”

  “Still, I don’t know about this,” Jeff said. “I work for you, Adam.”

  Adam leaned back in his chair and stared right into Jeff’s face. “You work for Madeline, and Madeline has assigned you to take care of Ms. McGraw. I think you’d better do it.”

  “If you say so.” Jeff blew out a breath. “But how is watching us going to make you feel?”

  “I’ll tell you.” Adam rose slowly.

  For a moment, the room went deathly still. Even in her drugged state and with her sex aching to be filled, Susan held her breath and waited.

  “It’s turning me on,” Adam said finally. “My cock is going to bust my fly in a minute. If the lady wants you to fuck her, I suggest you do what she asks.”

  “Do you want that?” Jeff asked Susan.

  He had to ask? Her body was still on fire, nerve endings screaming for more. Even after that fabulous oral sex, she needed a stiff cock moving inside her until she shattered again. She slipped her fingers between her thighs and stroked her damp pussy. “Oh, yes.”

  “Okay.” Jeff unzipped his pants and quickly undressed.

  Susan took one look at him, and her mouth went dry. He was as finely sculpted as he appeared from under his clothes. A perfectly hairless chest gave way to flat abs, and then down at the base of his torso, a rigid shaft rose from a thatch of golden hairs. His cock was thick and long, enough to frighten an innocent. Susan was no innocent, and with the drug still roiling in her blood, her body craved every inch of him.

  “Do it in a position where I can watch,” Adam said.

  “You got it.” Jeff opened a drawer in the bedside table and found a square packet. Quickly, he tore it open and unfurled the condom over his cock. Then he grabbed her hips and tugged her toward the edge of the bed. As she wrapped her legs around him, he positioned himself with the head between her pussy lips and eased himself inside her.

  Oh, yes. Yes. This was what she’d craved since she’d sipped the wine and waited for Adam to appear. A man’s stiff penis filling her. She sank into the mattress, melting out of pure pleasure as her inner walls adjusted to his size.

  From the corner of her eye, she watched Adam as he rounded the bed for a better view. He stood as if transfixed, his gaze on Jeff’s cock disappearing into her sex. His hand went to the front of his pants, and he gripped his own erection through the layers of fabric.

  “She likes it slow at first,” he told Jeff. “As if you’re in no hurry and could fuck her all day.”

  True, but she’d never told him that. She’d hardly realized it herself until he mentioned it this very minute. He’d figured out her preference on his own.

  “Like this?” Jeff asked, as he slowed his pace to a leisurely rhythm.

  “Exactly,” Adam answered.

  And, oh, he was right. She didn’t have to hurry to orgasm. She could let it come in its own time. For now, she’d indulge herself in memorizing the girth of him, the passage of the thick head, and the feel of each inch as it penetrated.

  And she could have all this while Adam looked on. He’d see Jeff’s cock sliding in and out of her, moist from her pussy. What a sense of power to take her pleasure with a stranger and make her former lover squirm. Two men doing her bidding.

  “Pace yourself,” Adam said.

  “I am,” Jeff said. “But man, she feels good.”

  “Of course she does,” Adam said.

  She turned her head and gazed at him out of eyes that didn’t quite focus. The drugs, maybe. Rising arousal, certainly, as another orgasm neared. Already, she was having sex good enough for fantasy, and she hadn’t even had Adam yet. Once Jeff had finished, Adam could take his place. And later, Jeff would have rested. She could go on for hours. She let out a groan.

  “There,” Adam said. “She’s ready for more now.”

  “Right.” Jeff moved faster, his thrusts more forceful. Each movement pushed her into the mattress, and she kept her legs fast around him to hold herself in place. She’d become so wet for him. So hot. Her hips rose to meet him, straining for more connection, more friction. Just more.

  “Go as deep as you can,” Adam said. “Make her want to come. Make her crave it.”

  Jeff reached behind him, grasped her legs, and guiding her feet upward, placed her ankles on either side of his neck. The position squeezed her sex around his and allowed him maximum penetration. He felt so damned big as he thrust into her. Incredible.

  “This is too good.” Jeff closed his eyes, and his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m going to lose it.”

  “Stay with her,” Adam said.

  “She’s tight,” Jeff grunted. “Aw, shit.”

  He moved like a wild man now, gripping her hips as he slammed into her. She caught his madness as the pressure built inside her. She was going to climax again, this time with her whole being. She rode the currents upward into arousal that was spiraling out of control. Too much. Too intense. And yet she needed more.

  Suddenly, more appeared. Something butted against her clitoris. She opened her eyes long enough to discover a hand there, a finger on just the right spot. Adam’s hand where he’d slipped it between her body and Jeff’s. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was giving it to her.

  With that knowledge, she closed her eyes and surrendered to his touch. The orgasm swelled inside her, squeezing her heart. All consciousness blinked out except for the one place where Jeff’s cock moved inside her and Adam’s finger kept rubbing.

  She arched her back as she came, releasing a shout toward the ceiling. This time, her inner muscles gripped a stiff cock rhythmically. Jeff’s answering roar joined her voice, and he plunged into her a few more times before going rigid with his own climax. A perfect coupling with a perfect ending.

  Adam’s hand withdrew, and Jeff lowered her legs before leaning over her, his weight held up on his elbows. Her pussy still fluttered around him in postorgasm pulses. Proof that he’d satisfied her. For now.

  ADAM MANAGED TO drag himself away from the sight of Susan with a sated smile on her face and went to the lanai doors that led to the terrace. Still erect, still aching for her, he could almost blot out the reality that Jeff was lying beside her, looking just as happy as she did. Another man had given her the orgasms that had let her drift off into heaven.

  No, not right. Yes, Jeff had made her come the first time, and Jeff had been inside her for the second climax, but Adam had directed their coitus. He’d instructed Jeff in the way she liked to have sex. He’d fingered her clitoris at the crucial moment. He was still in charge here. Manager and teacher. Lover. Jeff wouldn’t . . . couldn’t . . . take his place in her heart, if indeed Adam had any right to make that claim now given their six months of separation.

  Damn, this was hard. Just seeing her again after missing her so much. All the days and nights as he lay in bed alone, blaming himself for hurting her. Searching his brain for something he should have done differently. He shouldn’t have become involved with her to begin with because a job like his didn’t mix with a traditional relationship. He should have done more to make her feel special so she wouldn’t feel
threatened by his clients. He should have listened to her complaints and dealt with them rationally instead of yelling back and escalating the arguments.

  On the other hand, maybe he couldn’t have done anything. Maybe their problems just sucked and nothing could have made them better. And maybe allowing himself to hope for a better ending would only hurt him more in the end. Still, he’d be a fool not to take this chance. If, indeed, it was a chance and not just an illusion created out of blind hope.

  He stared outside, hardly noticing the hot tub and the city beyond. Late afternoon. The sun would be going down soon, and the city would switch over to night shift. How many nights had he stood in exactly this place, with another woman in the bed resting after sex with him and anticipating more? And how many of those times had Susan been in bed at their apartment, waiting for him to come home?

  He’d make it up to her tonight. He could accomplish that, at least. He could give her his best work, better than anything he’d done for even his best clients. To do that, he’d have to share her with Jeff. She’d asked for two men, and he’d make sure she had every sexual experience she could dream up. There was no room for jealousy in this exercise. He needed to treat it as professionally as he had all his other encounters at the club. Complete detachment when she wanted Jeff and complete devotion when she wanted him.

  He’d do everything in his power to make the joining so perfect she’d never get it out of her memory. In fact, he had a plan on how to accomplish that exact goal. Something he’d worked on for the last several weeks with Jeff’s help. This suite was outfitted with all the sound equipment he’d need. He had a few extra things to order, but the kitchen and the spa could provide those within a few minutes.

  He hadn’t planned on using the technique himself but to teach it to the other men. Still, he and Jeff might as well try it out now, with Susan as the recipient. He could make her happy, no doubt about that. And he could bask in her smiles and share her orgasms, and that would make him pretty damned happy, too.

  After that, who knew what would happen? He ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath. How would she feel when she came down from the drug? She might be embarrassed. She might regret coming here. Dear God, not that. The mere idea that she could wish she hadn’t given herself to him tore at his gut. He’d have to make this the best experience for her. And he’d have to do it soon because the postorgasm glow would wear off in another minute or two, and then the real work would begin.