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was no home wrecker.
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    Brianna knew as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, something had happened. The entire living room area was sexually charged, so wound up that a single match striking would ignite the room. Leo looked guilty as hell.
    She glanced to Garrett. “Are we good?” She wondered if Garrett had spoken to Leo.
    “Not quite,” Garrett replied softly.
    “I’m going to go take a shower now.” Leo announced. Brianna blinked, and watched him run from the room.
    As the door to the bathroom slammed shut, she frowned and looked at Garrett. “You didn’t talk to him?”
    “I may have gone about it the wrong way.” His expression was pained, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed.
    “Oh, Garrett.” Her heart went out to him. Her chest hurt as he ran a hand through his multi-colored hair. She had thought she’d have to push a bit more to get them together. It was strange to see that Garrett hadn’t needed pushing, that he’d just jumped off the edge on his own. It made her wonder just how close Leo and Garrett had been before her.
    “I pushed too hard, B. He thinks I’m cheating on you.”“I bet he does.” She let out a long sigh. “Come to the bedroom with me.” She took his hand and led him into the next room. It was Leo’s bedroom.  The walls in here weren’t wood paneled, but a pale teal color. She loved this room. It was warm and welcoming. So like its owner. Well, when its owner wasn’t hiding from them.
    Brianna let go of his hand and pulled off her yoga pants slowly. Hunger in his eyes burned for her, tracking her movements as she lay back on the bed, the sheets smelling faintly of cinnamon and cigars. She turned her face toward the comforter, letting her ebony curtain of hair fall over her face, and inhaled lightly. It smelled of Leo, spicy and masculine. The idea that they were there to seduce Leo heightened her senses and made her insides clench with aroused anticipation.
    “Are you trying to make me jealous, doll?” Garrett appeared anything but jealous as she glanced up at him. His smile forced out his dimples, the ones that made him look years younger than thirty-four, as he stalked closer to her.
    “Oh, baby,” she said, and placed her bare foot on the edge of the bed. She moved her knee outward so that he had a good view of her soaked pussy. “You know you’re the only man I want to watch me fuck his best friend.”
    “Damn. I need that on a T-shirt.” Garrett groaned as he touched her raised knee, his fingertips lightly sliding across her leg. She resisted the urge to shudder. His thumb brushed the inside of her thigh, up by the apex of her thighs, so close and yet not touching her hot center. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning. His touch drove her higher, and he wasn’t even doing it in an erotic fashion.
    “You are a little vixen,” he said as he knelt on the floor, between her open legs.
    “So you keep saying,” she said.
    “Take the sweatshirt off, babe.”
    It took a hot second to whip off the sweatshirt, leaving her in the spaghetti strap tank she’d started out the day with. Her breath caught as he kissed the inside of her knee, then brushed his lips along the inside of her thigh. His hot breath touched her core, and she arched her back in response. She planted her hands behind her, pushing out her breasts. She wanted—needed—him to touch her again. The side of the road wasn’t enough.
    “You were a naughty girl in the car,” he said, in a low rumbly voice. “But a very good naughty girl.”
    “Please, Garrett,” she moaned as he pressed a finger in her pussy. It slid in easily, cool to the touch in her overheated sex. “Leo could come out at any moment,” he said, lazily drawing circles around her clit. He rested his hands against the inside of her knees, spreading her open and exposing her swollen folds. “Do you want him to see you like this, with your legs spread, half naked for the world to see?”
    “Oh,