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weird things with long lashes, neatly hung on the walls. She gestured in that direction. “I don’t get into pain. I like a little rough sex, toys, and clamps. But I don’t know if I’d like more.”
    Jake nodded. “I’ll defer to Chase, then, before I do something. You’ll come on his command, not mine, if it’s allowed.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Jake arched a brow, and she quickly added, “Thank you, Husband.”
    “Come here, honey.” Jake sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice dangerously soft in a way she knew meant trouble. “So tell me how you wish to please me.”
    She swallowed at the lump in her throat, her palms instantly sweaty. Chase shoved her off his lap, and she teetered over to stand in front of Jake, unsure. “I’m wearing what you like a woman to wear to entice you. I consulted Chase.”
    Jake cast an approving glance over her outfit, the shirt tied just under her breasts so her belly was exposed. He must have liked the mini skirt, too, because he grinned as he ran a finger along the hem that fell just above the tops of her black, thigh-stockings. “That you are.”
    “I…waxed. For you.”
    “For me?” Jake shook his head. “Tell me he didn’t enjoy that part of the gift, first.”
    Kate blushed hot from her neck to her temple. She’d never gone bare before, and the sensation of silky skin against satin panties was too much for her to wait for the big day. She couldn’t help that it made her horny.
    Chase must have decided to save her, because he said, “You can’t blame me for making sure your gift was acceptable. It’s not like you haven’t tapped into my presents in the past.” Chase rose from the chair. He crossed the room and sat next to Jake on the bed. “But she did wax because I told her you would like that.”
    “I do like that. I’m just giving you a hard time, Kate. I’m touched you would try going bare for my birthday.” Jake grinned. “I like the skirt. Is this new?”
    Kate nodded, mouth dry, heart pounding. Two hot men, so close, staring, yet neither touched her. Damn it, one of them had better touch her before she burnt to a crisp all on her own.
    As if he’d heard her mental plea, Jake tugged her skirt up her thighs, around her hips so her mound was peeking out under the hem. The scant scrap of black, gauzy cloth was the only thing between Kate’s bare pussy and Jake’s heated gaze. “And wow, those are racy panties.”
    “It’s a thong.”
    Jake twirled his finger in the air, and she turned carefully on command, mindful of the heels. Jake gave a whistle of approval when she gifted him with the rear view, then she faced forward. She licked her lips, wanting more. Much more.
    “Damn,” Jake breathed. “You went all out, didn’t you? A thong, black thigh high stockings, fuck-me heels.” He knew she hated thongs. And heels. “Thanks, buddy,” he said to Chase.
    “ Thanks, buddy . Go to hell. I had to buy it and wear it.”
    Both guys laughed. Jake hand skimmed her inner thigh, his fingers delving under the scrap of gauze to test her bare flesh. The heat of anger quickly turned to desire as his fingers delved between her damp folds. “Damn, Kate. You’d think I’d turned forty, not thirty-five. You went all out. So slick and wet, just for me.”
    “You are getting old. Should I have gotten you some little blue pills so you can keep up with Chase? I need a lot of loving.” Chase was thirty-one, and horny as hell all the time. She doubted Jake needed anything, the proof positive in his slacks, his erection thick against his zipper.
    “Bad, bad girl.” Jake held his glistening fingers up to her lips. “Suck,” he commanded softly.
    She hesitated and met Chase’s gaze. He nodded, and she closed her eyes and took Jake’s fingers into her mouth, sucking her essence, using her tongue on his fingers the way she knew she would later on his hard cock.
    Jake slid his fingers free from her mouth. “Did Chase tell you what I’d want for my birthday,