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her mouth. As Adonis breached the barrier loosened by
Royce’s earlier fucking, Jill’s lips slid down Royce’s cock. Four groans filled
the makeshift Arabian tent. At the splash of salty pre-cum on the back of her
tongue, Jill focused all her attention on Royce’s pleasure. The other two men
would find their own.
    She sighed when Royce cupped the back of her head to hold
her steady. Glancing up from under her eyelashes, she watched the abandon on
his face—eyes closed, lips parted, sharp gasps and deep moans underwriting his
breaths. This man, her man, who’d done so much over the years to enhance
their pleasure. How could she have gotten so lucky?
    Jill closed her eyes and sucked harder, pressing her tongue
against the throbbing vein under his penis. She longed for a free hand to milk
his balls, but couldn’t afford to lose her balance by releasing her hold on
Well Hung’s chest. Rasped over his cock, her clit now raced to come with the
men royally fucking her. She sucked harder still, wanting Royce to come with
them. Someone had to break soon, yet she knew they’d all struggle to hold on as
long as they could for one another.
    Royce’s cock twitched. She felt a rush of warmth to his
groin. He fucked her mouth, fingers flexing in her hair as he fought against
instinct to plunge deep. So Jill gave him what he didn’t want to take—she deep
throated him. Royce groaned. Her body answered, coming with him and taking the
other two men along for the ride.
    They separated in the aftermath while her head still buzzed
from orgasm. Ken and Jerry eased her into Royce’s arms, but moved no farther.
The four of them lay piled into the pillows, deep breaths the only sounds…until
the phone’s shrill ring shattered the mood.

Chapter Three
     
    “What the fuck?” Royce snapped upright. “I thought for sure
I unplugged that.”
    Adonis pushed to his elbows. “One of the staff might’ve
thought they’d unplugged it by accident and fixed it. Let it ring.”
    Jill scrambled for her flimsy wrapper. “One of the kids
could be sick or hurt.”
    Royce was on his feet in an instant, reaching for his pajama
bottoms. “Shit.” Another ring and he threw them aside. “It’s the bedroom phone.
I forgot to unplug it.” He ran toward the bedroom as he said the words, Jill on
his heels. God help the person if he or she was a telemarketer.
    It might be Casey Sullivan. Then what would she do? Stand
firm. If the woman doesn’t understand, then she’s not someone you want to work
for. It was the right stand to take, but boy, did it hurt her heart.
    Royce caught the phone on the fourth ring. In that moment
Jill knew something had happened to one of their children. She saw it in
Royce’s expression, a mix of fear and anger. She clutched the wrapper between
her breasts, feeling her heartbeat hammer into her fist.
    “It’s one of the kids, isn’t it?” Ken asked from the door.
    Jill nodded, even though Royce hadn’t officially confirmed
it. How could so much have happened in so little time? She wished Royce would
say something, deny her assumption. But he sat there listening to whoever
called, despair sagging his face.
    “We’re on our way.” He slammed the receiver in the cradle
without looking, wrapping his free hand around Jill’s shoulder. His thumb
rubbed the curve, a prelude to what was coming, but she never knew if it was
more to calm himself than her.
    “David decided to ride a neighbor kid’s bike without a
helmet.”
    She gasped and pressed her fingers against her mouth. Their
son had been lusting after a bigger bike for months. They wanted him more
skilled riding the one he had first.
    “He fell and busted his head open on someone’s brick edging.
Mom’s taking him to the emergency room. Davy’s bleeding badly. I could hear him
and Penny crying in the background.”
    Jill grabbed his biceps. “Penny’s hurt too?”
    He shook his head. “No, just scared. Dad had a theater board
meeting tonight, and Mom’s