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    “Oh, Emily,” he moaned, as his juices trickled down her throat. “Fuck, that was good.” He withdrew his semi-hard penis from her wet mouth, and leaned on an elbow while he struggled to catch his breath.
    Suddenly William’s penis touched her ass, its heat creating an electric pulse in her tight belly. She collapsed, turning her face on its side, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. He thrust inside her pussy, sending a shockwave of pleasure spiraling through her, and she surrendered to the inevitable as they fused together, becoming one.
    “Lie still,” William whispered, forcing her to experience every inch. “Now use those tight muscles of yours like I taught you, Emily. You know the first orgasm is never free.”
    Yes! She loved this game! Lying on her stomach, she contracted her vaginal muscles around him, gripping and releasing his cock. William, already an old pro at this, flexed up and down, faster, then slower. Together they established a rhythm, matching the cadence of their heartbeats.
    “Oh, God!” she screamed. It hurt so good that Emily yelped in pain, but spread her thighs as far as they would go to accept more him. Coming like this was always better after he hit her G-spot. “More,” she begged. “Fuck me, William. I want to feel you moving inside me.”
    William obliged, and a moment later a very aroused--but strangely silent--Nick gagged her again. She sucked hungrily, lovingly, her ecstasy at full blast as the two men she cared about most came together to give her the night of her life.
    More orgasms followed, along with sticky sheets, bruised bodies and freewheeling debauchery.
    And as Emily finally drifted to sleep between them a few hours later, she had just one regret. William and Nick hadn’t touched each other at all.

    Chapter Three

    Emily awoke at five the next morning and checked both sides of the bed to make sure she hadn’t conjured the previous night in a fevered dream. Sure enough, Nick slept at her right side, snoring softly, a muscular arm curled around her waist. To her left was William, the sound of his deep breathing oddly comforting.
    Though the hotel curtains were drawn, the sun’s rays still managed to filter in under the heavy material. She wanted to stretch out, take over the bed as was her custom, but fear of waking her companions kept her still. Besides, waking the others would mean talking, and she wasn’t quite ready for a post-coitus, pre-breakfast conversation. How would she begin? Thanks for tag-teaming me last night, guys. You were great.
    Why not? She almost giggled at the thought. Showing gratitude was the least of her concerns this morning. She’d been thankful all night and into the early hours, and her sore and bruised body was proof enough. Separately, each man was a wonderful lover, but together they were explosive. Or was she the one prone to explosions? She’d begged off after her sixth orgasm wrung her dry, threatening to run naked through the hotel if they didn’t leave her the hell alone. Please and thank you very much, because I think your kindness is killing me!
    Nick and William worked well together--almost too well. If they would put their differing styles to work at the office, they could get a lot done. She’d kept waiting for one of them to get competitive and lose sight of the goal, but luckily for her, each man had his eye on the prize. Get ’er done.
    Yet the longer she was awake, a dull ache spread in her belly, and she knew that could only mean trouble. Seriously, where did they go from here? Would she continue as she had been, dating them separately? Should she stop seeing them both? Or was last night a sign of hotter things to come?

    * * * *

    Inside his own hotel room hours later, Nick stood before the bathroom mirror clad only in a towel. Since finishing his shower, all he could seem to do was stare at himself, scanning his face for any clues or tells. He felt changed by what happened last night, but he