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Hunt was doing with her. Tim was also watching, which made him
forget to undress. As she focused on him, he seemed to remember his clothes. He
tossed his jacket on one of the camel-colored wing chairs. The garment slid off
its arm to the floor. He left it, no doubt used to housekeepers looking after his
stuff.
    Again demanding her attention to
him, Hunt dragged his large hands down her body over her hips to the insides of
her thighs.
    Her breath caught. She shivered
without meaning to.
    Her response encouraged Hunt to part
her legs and run his thumb down her slit. Damn. She tightened her jaw, but it
didn’t stop her whimper. Nor could she hide how damp her opening was, so
fucking ready for him.
    He edged closer, trapping her with
his heat, fragrance and strength. Rarely had she felt as defenseless.
    With his mouth pressed to her ear,
he murmured, “You’re already wet. Good.”
    Bad. He was presuming too much.
    “Keep your legs parted,” he said.
    Movement wasn’t something she could
do right now, though defiance was in her nature. She’d learned that being naughty
brought her the reactions she coveted, in particular, a man’s undivided
attention.
    “Am I keeping them parted for Tim?”
she hushed. Her lips brushed Hunt’s stubbled cheek
with her words. “He’s nearly undressed.”
    Hunt’s thumb stalled before reaching
her clit. He backed up a sufficient amount to strip, though not enough to allow
his friends near her. Off came his suit jacket, which he tossed behind him.
    The garment landed on Tim, who sat
on a chair, untying his black leather wingtips. “Hey, watch it.”
    Hunt toed off his shoes and peeled
off his socks.
    His feet were big, his toes long.
    Her mouth watered. She wanted more.
Not that she was about to let him know. “You’re all going too fast,” she
complained. “Strip slowly. Make me want.”
    David had one shirttail out of his
pants and looked hesitant to pull out the other. Tim screwed up his mouth but
did take more care in removing his gold cufflinks.
    Defiant, Hunt tore off his shirt,
flinging it aside. It landed near David and got Tim moving again, unmindful of
her directive. Hunt was well ahead of his friends, pushing down his slacks and
stretchy navy boxers. He stepped out of his garments and kicked them away.
    This time, she didn’t bother to
watch where they came to rest. Hunt’s nudity absorbed her completely, making
her insides flutter. His pecs were muscular and
smooth, his nipples the color of cocoa, his abs so defined she could count each
one. Beneath his firm belly, a line of dark hair trickled to his groin. There,
it was thick and curly, certainly smelling of his musk and arousal.
    Her lungs burned, reminding her to
breathe. It wasn’t easy given the feast that awaited her.
    Prominent veins ran the length of
his cock. He was so erect, his shaft was elevated
slightly, seeming to point in her direction, proving that she’d soon offer it
shelter and comfort. The satiny head was ruddy with excitement. She imagined it
slipping past her lips, its heat on her tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum.
A bead of the clear liquid glistened on the tiny slit.
    Nice.
    His testicles were as beautiful. Two plump sacs drawn tight to his body, no doubt eager for release.
    Tim stood so quickly, his chair’s
legs scraped the hardwood floor. Naked, he approached, his cock also rigid and
enticing.
    Still facing her, Hunt blocked the
man. David took the easy way, coming around to the side, his hard shaft equally
prepared for pleasure.
    Three virile males, one dark, one
blond, one tawny like his Asian ancestors.
    “I was first,” Tim said.
    Hunt laughed. “The hell you were.”
    David cut in. “Actually, I was ahead
of you both.”
    They stared at each other, their
expressions tightening with frowns, all friendship and decorum forgotten.
    Whether they’d actually come to
verbal or physical blows didn’t seem likely. However, with rutting males, who
knew? She was only certain of one