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raised an eyebrow.
    Nolan went around the other side and got in, and Elle was pressed in between their firm bodies. The driver closed the door after Jonathan.
    “Whose place tonight?” Jonathan asked.
    There was silence.  
    The lack of a permanent home for the four of them was getting to be a sore point. Elle had insisted they live together, and everyone had agreed, but there hadn’t been much progress. Nolan had figured it out; she was stalling on purpose.
    Cunningham wanted her to choose which of them she would marry. To him, living together was probably distasteful for one simple reason: it wasn’t what he’d wanted. It had been the compromise she’d forced him into, and he wasn’t a compromising man.  
    Once they were settled in together, he would force the marriage issue—they probably all would—and she’d have nowhere to retreat, no more concessions to offer up as an alternative. Cunningham would have his way. Any lingering doubts were dispelled by his little announcement to April. A wedding soon.
    Getting engaged was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but no matter which man she chose, the other two would be devastated. The relationship wouldn’t change, in theory, but things might slowly evolve until one day she woke up and said to her husband, “I wonder what the other guys are doing?” and he’d just make a noncommittal noise.
    She couldn’t risk that happening. She loved them all too much. Cunningham’s control and dominance, Jonathan’s confident style, Nolan’s flirtatious torment. Each one brought something special to her life.
    “I want to go home,” she said. She’d spent the last two nights at Cunningham’s loft. Weekends the three of them were together, but during the week, she had to rotate. Sometimes she wondered if they needed a lawyer to step in and help them divide the time up.
    Cunningham sighed, then gave the order to his driver.  
    Before, if she’d disappointed him, he might have frozen her out, punished her with his stony silence, but not anymore. Already he was unfastening his pants, and his erect cock sprang free. He rested an imposing hand on the back of her neck, compelling her to take him deep, demanding she stretch her lips around his girth.
    He anchored her to him, forcing her to accept the fullness of his organ in her mouth and throat. The sounds of the car muffled her choked little moans as he pulled himself from her.
    “Face us.”
    She turned and tried to kneel, but the car was too small. Her hips ended up wedged between the front seats. Surely the driver knew what was happening, knew that her ass was inches from the back of his arm, but she blocked him from her mind. She looked up and saw that Jonathan and Nolan had taken themselves out as well.
    Cunningham moved her hands, allowing her to rest on him, and Jonathan reached for her, angling her face into his lap. His cock was long and thick, with a bulbous head she loved to tease over her lips, and he smelled faintly of sex.
    “Take me all the way, baby.” Jonathan fucked her mouth steadily, hungrily, then passed her to Cunningham.
    She tried to catch her breath, but Cunningham nudged between her lips. “Open,” he growled as he forced himself deep into her throat, holding her there, reminding her that he was her boss, her dominant, demanding boss, and he expected her to perform to his standards whenever asked.
    Her throat convulsed around the length of him, but she yielded meekly. Her lovers had taught her well, and her body would accommodate their desires. At last he eased up, then handed her to Nolan.
    “I’d rather be fucking your ass, you know,” Nolan said gently as he tucked loose hair behind her ear.  
    It was a warning that he’d fuck her mouth roughly. Of the three, he could be the most violent in the bedroom. Sure, Cunningham was more likely to spank her until her ass was covered in welts, but Nolan would be the one to fuck her raw without a moment’s hesitation.
    He breached her lips with