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was certainly far too good looking to have a problem with women.
    They were having dinner at Reece ’s place when she decided to slip her feet out of her shoes and rub them on not only Reece , but Colin, as well. The men had spent a good bit of the time while she was finishing up the cooking and serving plates talking ‘shop’ between themselves. She hadn’t exactly felt excluded, but she decided once she’d settled across from them that she wasn’t getting nearly as much attention as she wanted.
    Besides, she was ready to focus their minds on something more interesting.
    Both men studiously ignored her toes on their calves, revealing nothing to her or each other.
    “We didn’t get as much as we’d hoped. The ground’s too soggy to get the heavy equipment into the areas,” Colin murmured, sliding a glance at Miranda, who studied her plate, pretending she had no idea why he was looking at her.
    The naughty streak made her toes want to curl.
    She smiled and moved her foot higher on Colin, feeling wicked for touching him at all. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat when her toes reached his thighs. His legs parted slightly, letting her between them.
    Miranda took another bite of chicken, chewing it slowly as she squirmed her foot upward, nestling her foot against his crotch. She felt his cock harden beneath her toes. Feeling her nipples harden and heat blossom between her own legs, she rubbed him, moving her other foot up on Reece and doing the same.
    She shouldn’t be so bad, teasing them like this, but she couldn’t help herself.
    Reece shifted in his chair, pushing hard against her foot, giving her a look that said volumes across the table. “I need to talk to Miranda alone for a few minutes.”
    He stood, not bothering to hide the bulge in his pants, walking around the table to grab her hand and pull her along behind him. He led her to his bedroom, pushing her down on the bed.
    She giggled, crawling away from him, feeling playfully naughty.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he said on a growl, stripping off his shirt and pants to reveal his towering erection.
    “Nowhere. What do you think you’re doing? We have a guest.” She grinned, backing up, feigning innocence.
    “He can wait. And if he knows what’s good for him, he might come and watch.”
    She laughed, squirming as he came down on top of her, nuzzling her neck, pulling her shirt aside to cup her breasts.
    “No bra tonight. Mmmm. I thought I’d seen your nipples harden when you touched me under the table.”
    She writhed beneath him, enjoying his rough hands on her skin. “That’s not all I was doing.”
    “Oh?” His lips brushed over her nipple, teasing, making her shiver with anticipation.
    “I got Colin riled up, too.”
    “Naughty, chère . Teasin’ my friend. You need to be taught a lesson.” He covered her nipple with his mouth, suckling her, drawing her nipple into a tight bud.
    She clutched his head, running her fingers through his hair. “Ohhhh. I can’t help myself. I learned it from you.”
    He withdrew, nibbling a path down her belly, pulling her skirt down. “I’ve never played footsies with another man. You didn’ get that from me.” His breath played hotly on the sensitive skin just above her panties. “That’s all you.”
    She sighed, moving her hips in invitation. “If you say so.” She gasped when he gripped her panties and ripped them down her legs, splaying her thighs wide to expose the tender pink lips.
    “Put your mouth on my clit,” she begged, feeling the cream gathering in her sex.
    His hot breath fanned over her exposed cleft, making her feel breathless. Her heartbeat quickened, her thighs spread. She jerked, moaning when she felt the first probe of his hot, wet tongue sliding up her slit. He flicked across her clit, teasing her mercilessly, nibbling, flicking, never quite letting her have what she really wanted. She moved her hips, trying to capture him, grasping at his head to make him