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the stimulation that was driving her quickly to the edge, tried not to draw attention to what they were doing there in the corner booth. She bit her bottom lip when Marc scraped her clit with a fingernail.
    Tyler’s long fingers easily found her G-spot, rubbing long and deep against that sensitive bundle of nerves. She tried not to move, tried not to arch her back or cry out. Between the two of them, she spiraled closer and closer to climax. She had no idea how she was going to hide her reaction when she came, but at this point she didn’t care.
    All she wanted was to come.
    “She’s amazing,” Marc murmured. “So wet and hot.”
    “Yeah, I love to watch her when she’s like this,” Tyler said. “Her face is so expressive.”
    “She’s driving me crazy with those wide lips,” Marc said. “And she’s making those little noises in the back of her throat again.”
    “She knows she has to be quiet,” Tyler said, and his voice held a dark, cautionary tone. She clamped her lips together. Then he tweaked her nipple, hard, with his free hand. “She knows she has to stay still.”
    Neither one of them looked her in the face. To anyone watching them, they appeared to be deep in conversation, ignoring her completely. Except Shannon knew what they were doing with their hands. And with their words.
    “I bet her body goes wild when she comes,” Marc commented.
    “You have no idea.”
    Marc circled the tip of his finger around and around her clit, teasing but not quite touching it. “Does she usually come more than once?”
    “Oh yeah, when she gets really worked up I can get her off two or three times.” Ty rubbed harder against her G-spot. “And she’s so ready right now I bet we could get her to come over and over again.”
    Shannon whimpered. She tried to focus her attention on an ornate light sconce hanging on the wall across the dining room. She couldn’t move, she wasn’t supposed to make any noise, and these two men were stimulating her within an inch of an orgasm. She didn’t know how else to try to take her mind off the things they were doing to her body. They continued to play with her body, coaxing her higher and higher. She was panting now, still gripping the edge of the table. She was close. So close.
    Then Tyler leaned over, blocking her from the view of the other diners, and caught her mouth with his. Marc scraped her clit one more time and she exploded, her cries of completion lost in the kiss. She struggled to keep her body from shaking too much and eventually the spasms lessened and she settled back against the cushion.
    “That was beautiful, hon,” Marc whispered in her ear as he slowly drew his hands from her.
    “It’s time to go, sweetheart,” Tyler said softly, wiping his fingers on his napkin. He signaled to the waiter for the check. “Marc will follow us to the Playhouse.”

Chapter Two
    “What?” She couldn’t think. Couldn’t make sense of his words. She was still floating on that orgasmic high.
    “We’re going to the Playhouse, remember?”
    “Oh, the sex fantasy place, that’s right.” And there they’d have their ménage. “Um…”
    Reality hit Shannon hard. She wanted it, she really did, but was it splitting hairs to say that as hot as Marc was, as much as she loved him touching her, she didn’t want anyone but her husband fucking her?
    She didn’t have to say anything more. Her husband knew her better than anyone. Tyler kissed her quick and hard. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your pussy is mine, only mine.”
    Marc took one of her hands and kissed the tips of her fingers. “I’ll only be there to bring you pleasure. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. No penetration, I promise.”
    That made all the difference to her. Her husband was the only one she wanted making love to her, but with Marc there to give her attention as well…she couldn’t turn down an opportunity like that.
    The waiter brought the bill and Tyler took care of it swiftly.