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    A giggle. My giggle.
    Richard looked as startled as I felt. I slammed my palm over my mouth, but it was too late. He’d heard it, and he wasn’t about to let me get away with it.
    With a snap of his fingers, Richard had Brent’s attention as closely as he had mine. He made a small inclination with his head, which must have meant something to Brent because before I could comprehend what had just happened, the younger man strolled across the hardwood floor, dropped to his knees, and tore my skirt.
    The sound of the fabric tearing sent a frisson of raw delight scraping across my nerves. He’d ripped the skirt before realizing it tied at the side. I helped with that, just as I helped him remove my blouse and bra. In less than a minute, I stood in nothing but my heels, shivering in the wake of the air-conditioned breeze blowing over my skin.
    My knees quivered. Brent used his hands to part my thighs, and I reached out to clench my fingers in his hair.
    “That’s right,” Richard murmured, walking around us both. His voice traced a path along my naked body, dominating me with nothing more than words. “He’s going to lick you, and you’re going to let him. You get me, Dana? You’re not going to push him away, or squirm out of his reach, or pretend you don’t like it as you’ve done to me. He’s going to tongue fuck you into oblivion if that’s what I want him to do.”
    He didn’t need an answer, and I didn’t give him one. I spread my legs and pressed Brent’s face into my sex. He kissed me deeply there, probing my lips, splitting me open with his tongue. His hands cupped my ass and brought me closer to him as he consumed me. I didn’t resist. My hips moved in time with his mouth, seeking deeper contact, urging him on.
    I ground my cunt in his face and he took it, letting me use him as roughly as I wanted while he worked me over. “Yes .” I made a noise, something akin to a groan, hiss and moan all rolled up in a breathless sound of erotic torment.
    Richard stood behind Brent. He leaned in, his face so close to mine I could smell the sweet scent of champagne on his breath. “Say it,” he whispered. “Say it, you little slut.”
    Brent’s lips fused to my clit. He tugged and I cried out as a shudder ran through me and coiled in my stomach. I shook my head. “What?”
    “That you want to get fucked. I’ve been waiting for those words to fly from your mouth for six damn long years.”
    I sucked in a breath and flattened my lips together. Brent added a finger to his ministrations, first sliding it through my folds then thrusting it inside my quivering cunt. I squatted, needing to give him access, wanting more. So much more.
    “Stop!” Richard’s command was a slap; a warning. “Get off her.”
    Brent scrambled backwards and ran the back of his hand over his mouth, smearing my juices along one side of his jaw. I’d messed up his perfectly styled hair and it now stood on end, a dishevelled, endearing mess that made me want to grab his head again and hold it between my legs until he either suffocated, or I died first.
    Richard grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the back of the couch. I lost my balance and fell forwards. We’d set the leather monstrosity in the middle of the room because it faced the TV, but now I realized it served another purpose. My ass thrust high in the air as my stomach flattened against the leather.
    “You don’t want this, huh?” Richard’s fingers probed my cunt. I knew it was him and not Brent in an instant. I’d have recognized his hands anywhere.
    “I—”
    He thrust two fingers inside me in a savage motion made effortless by Brent’s masterful tongue-lashing. With his thumb, he pressed down on my back entrance, testing me. I drew my lower lip between my teeth and bit down hard. And then I pushed back against him, once, twice, taking his fingers deeper inside me with each glide of my skin against the smooth leather of the couch.
    Another snap of his fingers.