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She wanted to give them anything. That thought gave her pause, until his teeth nipped at her bottom lip. Goddess. She flicked her tongue out over the area he’d bitten. He tasted like the finest wine, and she wanted to savor him.
She wanted more, and Max was obliged to give her more.
With incredible ease he lifted her up, aligning their bodies, guiding her legs around his waist. Their mouths met in a clash of lips and teeth, before gentling. She sank into his kiss, loving the demanding way he held her head as if he’d never let go.
The feel of another set of hands squeezing her breasts reminded her of Malcolm, and Selena was almost shocked out of the sexual haze, but a gentle push at her shields reminded her that something was different with these two. She allowed a sliver of light to flow into her mind that she recognized as Malcolm. He was trying to reassure her.
Instead of jerking away from the invasion she sent a small burst of energy back, still not allowing either man entry into her thoughts.
The action received the desired effect. Malcolm squeezed the tips of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger while trailing his lips along the column of her throat. Max made love to her mouth. There was no other way she could describe it. He ran his tongue over the roof, around the front of her teeth. Who’d have thought that would feel so freaking good? All the while she rubbed herself against Max’s rock-hard stomach, knowing she could come at the slightest touch from either man. If Malcolm or Max would just trail their hands down between her legs, they’d find her dripping wet. One flick, or one brush of a finger and she knew she’d fly apart at the seams. The thought should embarrass her, but all she wanted was to feel one or both of them touching her.
She was sure Max’s shirt and pants were going to be showing a visible wet spot from where she was wrapped around him. Again, she couldn’t find an ounce of guilt.
From the size of his erection pressing between her legs, and the one at her back, she’d guess they were in the same situation. She trembled, wrapped her arms more firmly around Max’s shoulders, needing his heat. Needing them.
Malcolm’s hands disappeared and then Max’s mouth pulled away.
They worked together like a well-oiled machine, moving toward the overstuffed leather sofa against the wall in her office. She felt a cool breeze from the central air as first her tank top and then her bra was removed by Malcolm. Absently she wondered how they’d learned to accomplish such a task, but Max reclaimed her lips in a heated kiss. Malcolm’s extremely warm hands began kneading her chilled flesh.
“Damn, she feels like silk,” Malcolm murmured.
Time seemed to stop. It took several seconds for Selena to get through the sexual fog swirling in her brain. Somehow Max had pried her legs from his hips and laid her on the couch. Two matching blue gazes bore into her where she lay in complete abandon.
What must they think of her?
“Oh God,” Selena whispered. She raised her hands to cover her breasts. Even the slight contact with her hands felt erotic with both men watching. She was more than glad Max had the decency to make sure her legs were placed neatly together instead of sprawled out like some sort of…she stopped the absurd thoughts. It took two, or in this case three, to tango and she definitely wasn’t the only one who was doing the undressing, she noticed.
Malcolm’s shirt had joined hers on the floor at some point and his belt was off with the top button of his slacks open, exposing the black briefs below. Max, on the other hand, was still completely dressed, and to her complete embarrassment he did indeed have a wet spot from where she had unabashedly ground herself against him.
Before she could scramble up, Max leaned down and pulled her boots and socks off in two easy tugs.
“What the hell?”
She truly meant to scramble up. To put up more of a fight. But Malcolm chose that moment to drop to his knees on the floor by her head. The brothers looked so much alike, but were so different. She couldn’t explain it, or put it to words, just a feeling that she had in the pit of her soul.
“You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” Malcolm said. He captured her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath and her sanity. She raised her hands, not to push him away, but to pull him closer. His muscles bunched under her hands, his skin smooth over the steel hardness. His taste was also different than Max’s, but no less of an elixir she could easily become addicted to. Where Max tasted like the sweetest wine, Malcolm tasted like melted honey. She pulled his hair from the binding at the base of his neck, running her fingers through the soft thickness. Another thing that made them different.
The sound of her leather belt sliding, and the clang of the heavy blinged-out belt hitting the carpet, was overly loud in the room.
A tap on her hips and she was lifting herself up to help them slide her skirt down, leaving her wearing only a tiny red thong. The dang thing was soaked and no longer doing anything anymore. She wasn’t sure whose hands were at her waist removing what, or whose hands were touching her breasts. She was lost in a sensory overload of four hands, two mouths, and goddess help her she loved every minute of it.
A puff of air on her soaked thighs had her clit throbbing, aching for one of them to touch her.
“Please,” she begged.
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