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easy. His reward was a slight flush on her golden skin. When she licked a stray drop of champagne from the rim of her glass, he went immediately hard. Christa snickered beside him. He glanced at her and saw her glittering green eyes were fixed on Elizabeth’s covered breasts. The dark material didn’t hide the shape of her hardening nipples.
    In wordless agreement, the three of them huddled closer together, shutting out the other guests.
    â€œHow does this work?” Elizabeth asked.
    â€œIn about an hour or so, I’ll ask for contributions to the foundation. That’s the signal for the end of the evening. I ask my guests to make their contributions directly into the foundation’s account via their smartphones. Then I can see who does and who doesn’t. The ones that don’t I follow up in other ways.”
    â€œI hate to think what those ways might be. Or maybe I wouldn’t,” she murmured, turning her blue gaze to Christa.
    Marc could feel the tension between the two women radiating from them in pulsing, sizzling waves. They looked like they wanted to devour each other right in front of him. He was pretty certain he looked the same. An hour. He wasn’t sure he could wait that long, given the state of his cock.
    Elizabeth took out her phone and started pressing some buttons. “There,” she said. “My contribution is made.”
    â€œExcellent,” said Marc. “A good night will be had by all.”
    ***
    The last of the guests finally left. Christa made her way up the stairs to the bedroom suite she shared with Marc. He and Elizabeth had disappeared earlier while she impatiently herded the stragglers out. She wasn’t worried. Marc wouldn’t start without her.
    She entered the bedroom and saw them out on the balcony, taking in the city lights. A bottle of champagne was in an ice bucket. They were sitting sipping from their glasses and watching each other. Christa took in a deep breath, then let it out.
    This should be fun .
    She stepped out onto the balcony and let the night air cool her heated skin. But nothing could cool the pulsing heat of her sex.
    Marc’s long legs were stretched out in front of him. He looked dark, dangerous and ready to pounce.
    Not yet. Not until the game was played. And Elizabeth looked like she knew exactly what the rules were.
    Christa crossed to stand next to her, then bent, cupped the back of her head, and open-mouth kissed her. She tasted of champagne and surprise. A small sound escaped her throat but she returned Christa’s kiss with gusto. As Christa deepened their kiss, she felt Elizabeth’s hand slide up her leg and under her dress to knead her arse
    Christa broke the kiss, her blood beating a staccato pulse in her veins, and pulled her out of her chair. She glanced at Marc, who had an inscrutable look on his face.
    â€œCome,” she said to both of them. Elizabeth followed her while Marc unfolded himself from his chair, and with a grin ambled into the bedroom.
    â€œSit,” Christa said to him. “And stop looking so smug.”
    â€œMe? Smug? Why would I be smug when I’m about to have a night not to forget with two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen?” He hooked his arm around Christa’s waist and kissed her. She let him, then pushed him away.
    â€œDon’t be rude. We have a guest.”
    â€œWe do indeed.” Marc brushed his hand across Elizabeth’s forehead and ran his hands through her hair, loosening her French roll. She stepped forward.
    â€œAs a guest, I think I require a taste of what’s to come.” She placed her hands on Marc’s chest then slid them around his neck.
    Christa watched as she kissed him and he responded, grasping her arse and grinding against her. The sight of her Nordic blondeness against his dark predator made the ache between her legs even more intense. For once, she wanted to be the watcher, to see them twined and