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here to dance, that’s it. So quit with all the chest beating.” She looked between the two of them. “I came here to have fun with my friend for my birthday. Not to get mixed up in some convoluted delusion you two are suffering from.”
    Mac’s eyebrows shot up. “You think we’re delusional?”
    â€œWell, what else could it be?” Her voice was rising and people were beginning to stare. She took a few deep breaths before continuing in a more reasonable tone, “You’re both gorgeous and clearly on the prowl, and for whatever reason you think I should be the lioness for your little lion love triangle.”
    Mac chuckled. “Lioness, huh? Now that you mention it, I wouldn’t be opposed to hearing a certain kitty purr.”
    Oh God. That should not have her pussy going damp with need, it really shouldn’t. Crystal knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was way out of her element with Trent and Mac. An image of the two men naked, pleasuring her, sprang to mind. It was forbidden, and she instantly felt guilty for even allowing the picture to invade her mind at all. Instinctively she knew that Mac and Trent would be nothing like Richard. He’d been easygoing at first, too, though, until she’d married him. Then he’d changed. Mac and Trent were bold, candid, and clearly insatiable when they got their hooks into something . . . or someone. Crystal didn’t know what to make of any of it.
    â€œDance with me,” Trent murmured, holding his hand out for her. “I want to get you in my arms, that’s all. I want to feel you against me. Just that, Crystal, nothing more.”
    Hypnotized and unable to resist, Crystal lifted her hand. Trent took it and tenderly kissed her knuckles. Crystal let out her breath and allowed Trent to steer her toward the center of the room where several other couples danced to the beat of some sexy, slow tune. As Trent’s arms came around her, Crystal looked to the left and saw Mac watching them, a tender smile on his face.
    â€œI can feel you trembling. Don’t think this to death. Just feel. That’s all, just feel.”
    Feel? How could she do any less with Trent’s powerful arms surrounding her, embracing her in his masculine warmth? He pulled her up against his hard strength, and Crystal realized that tonight was going to be a night she’d never forget.
    Crystal felt at home. It was odd, but there it was. Nothing could ever harm her with Trent’s strong arms holding her tight. She twined her arms around his neck, and he pulled her in tighter. She immediately knew what he wanted to show her. The rigid, thickness of his cock was now pressed into her belly. Crystal’s knees went weak. Her eyes sought his, searching for confirmation. His wicked smile sent her blood pressure soaring. He rotated his hips, causing heat to pool between her legs and her face to flame.
    Leaning down, his hot breath against her ear, Trent whispered, “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You’re beautiful. Feeling your sweet curves against me is driving me right out of my mind.” He lifted his head, his gaze so dark she barely saw the pupils. “I’m not going to do anything about it. Not unless you want me to. Do you want me to, Crystal?”
    â€œI—I don’t know.”
    â€œAre you a little turned on?” he whispered against her ear.
    â€œMaybe,” she confessed. “But we’re strangers, Trent.”
    â€œYes, but I want to change that. Tonight.”
    Crystal shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
    â€œMaybe we should find out where this could go.”
    â€œTrent’s right.”
    Crystal froze at the deep baritone coming from directly behind her. Turning her head, she saw Mac, and he was close. Close enough she could smell his clean masculine scent and see the tension riding him.
    The ramifications of what they were saying hit