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he shimmied them from her hips.
    She wished she’d worn something flirty beneath, but she’d come to work, not frolic in the attention of her five spectacular bosses despite what they’d done in her dreams last night. Her lack of sexy lingerie didn’t matter anyway. Neil dispatched her white bikini briefs with little ceremony. Completely bare, she held still as he stared at her, laid out before him.
    “Jesus, she’s pretty. You know how to pick ’em.” James muttered, still supporting her shoulders so she lay at a slight incline.
    “Damn straight.” Neil grinned at his partner. “I claimed you, didn’t I?” The rest of the crew chuckled though the sound held an edge she didn’t remember hearing in the past. Their corded necks and heavy breathing assured her she hadn’t imagined it.
    Neil ran his hands over her flat belly toward the soft, bare skin above her pussy. James took over where his boyfriend had left off, cupping the gentle swell of her breasts and brushing his thumbs over her beaded nipples. The dual approach had her struggling to keep her eyes open. No way was she about to miss out on the scrumptious scenery.
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    “No fair.” She didn’t worry that a whine carried her objection.
    Neil’s fingers brushed the top of her slit, dipping into the slickness coating her bare lips as her hips rose to meet him. He didn’t seem very apologetic when he asked, “What’s that, Dev?”
    “I want to see you too. All of you.” Whether she meant Neil naked or the entire crew bare, well, it didn’t really matter. Both were honest desires.
    Devon didn’t have to ask twice. The distinctive whoosh of well-worn denim surrounded her as five men shucked their jeans. She would have liked to have the willpower to resist checking out their tools but who could deny themselves that kind of eye candy?
    Her eyes widened as she realized just how much fun the men’s lovers had gorged on. With bodies like those and the skill she knew they harnessed in using them. . Well, it was a good thing only James and Neil were left unattached or her head would probably have exploded from passionate overload.
    Dave chuckled. “Thanks. That look never gets old.”
    “I bet.” She tried to ignore the spike of unwarranted possessiveness prickling her. Exactly how many women had they treated to the full-crew special? Why did it matter? She’d amuse herself and run. No muss, no fuss.
    “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Neil pinched the side of her ass.
    “I am not—”
    He crushed his mouth over hers, aligning their bodies. Skin on skin. She couldn’t have protested even if she wanted to. Oh God, he was so hot. A thin sheen of perspiration broke out across her chest, helping him to glide over her as he captured her lips in a scorching kiss.
    Sometime after, stars danced in her vision.
    “Let her breathe.” James tapped Neil on the shoulder. “You’re squishing all the air out of her.”

     
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    She inhaled deeply when Neil slithered down her body. Open-mouthed kisses didn’t help her regulate her respiration. Neither did his tongue, licking a path over her abdomen. “I can’t get enough of the taste of her.”
    “Eat her pussy.” Joe’s usually calm voice reverberated with a gravelly growl she’d never heard before. “Make her come. Take the edge off. She’s as jumpy as you have been all month.”
    “Is that true?” He lifted his head. The vulnerability in his dilated pupils shot a nail through her heart as surely as if she’d misfired the pneumatic gun they used.
    “Yeah.” She smiled when tension evaporated, making him more handsome without the stress lines around his eyes and mouth. “I need you too. You’ve been killing me. All of you. Strutting around with no shirts on all the time. Hot as hell.
    I’ve never felt this way about guys I worked with before. I wondered if I was losing it.”
    James petted her with slow strokes through her hair. He cradled her head on his lap and traced her lips