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bullshit that happened without a detailed plan and work schedule. Fail to plan, plan to fail.
    Shaking her head, Whitney poked her head into the office she shared with Mick, and then her bedroom. Eddie’s man cave proved empty, too. As she neared the two bedrooms at the end of the hallway, Whitney caught the sound of running water. Why the hell were they showering when there was still a huge mess to clean up out in the living room?
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    She raised her hand to knock but stopped when her knuckles were mere centimeters from the door. The unmistakable sound of a groan met her ears. Whitney went perfectly still as her ears perked to the noises coming from within the bathroom. Her belly quivered as deliciously dirty visions inspired by the moans and groans filled her head. There was no doubt in her mind that Eddie and Mick were fucking. Just who was giving it to whom was anyone’s guess.
    Although, if Whitney were a betting woman, she’d put money on Eddie being the top. He had a definite dominant air about him.
    Sometimes he’d look at her in that serious, no-nonsense way, and she’d go weak in the knees. He had no qualms about taking charge or being firm. She’d found Eddie a bit overbearing in those early days, but she’d warmed to his particular style after a few weeks. He wasn’t rude or condescending or a control freak. He simply had a big heart and liked to take care of the people who were important to him.
    “Oh, god, Eddie.” Mick’s lust-filled voice penetrated the door.
    “Yeah. Yeah. Like that. Fuck me hard. Harder.”
    “Take it! Take my cock!”
    “Eddie! Ahh, ahh, unnnhh!”
    “Touch your cock,” Eddie ordered. “Make yourself come.”
    Whitney’s stomach trembled wildly. She placed a hand to the door and pressed her ear to the wood. It was naughty and wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. She had to hear what was going on in there. Her thighs clenched, and her clit throbbed. She put her hand between her legs, cupping her fabric-covered mound. She had no doubt that if she slipped a finger inside her panties she’d find her slick juices coating her entrance.
    The urge to strum her clit was too powerful to fight. Whitney’s hand moved under her skirt and dipped into her undies. She opened her thighs, widening her stance, and let her fingers drift over her stiff clit. Engorged with arousal, the nub pulsed with need. Whitney rubbed hard and fast, taking a different approach to her usual slow 24
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    and easy pace. This tryst between the guys wouldn’t last long. She wanted to make the best of it.
    “Do you like it when I fuck your ass like this?” Eddie’s voice was tight and low, almost a growl. The noisy slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the bathroom. Whitney’s head spun as she imagined the coupling. They were in the shower, their bodies wet and glistening.
    Maybe they were standing, Eddie behind Mick, Mick with his hands on the tile.
    “Give it to me,” Mick begged. “Fuck my ass hard.”
    “Jerk your cock,” Eddie ordered. “I want to come with my dick in your ass.”
    The groans and grunts from inside grew louder and more frantic.
    Whitney’s entire body vibrated as she flicked her clit with her fingertips. Her eyes closed as she chased her orgasm. Her fingertips curled against the door. The muscles in her legs flexed and relaxed.
    “Unhh. Unhh. Ahh. Eddie. Eddie.” Mick groaned loudly, and there was no doubt in Whitney’s mind that he was coming hard.
    Seconds later, Eddie growled, setting off Whitney’s explosion, pleasure bursting inside her overheated body.
    When it was all over, Whitney inhaled a ragged breath and let her forehead touch the door. She pressed her wet fingertips to her still-throbbing clit and tried to catch her breath. The sound of low murmuring voices met her ears. She didn’t want to be caught with her hands in her panties, so she quietly and quickly stepped away from the door and returned to the living room.
    She managed to