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    breast and Tasha moaned.

    “I like that plan,” Damon said.

    “Come on, husband, wife.” Marco rose and then held out his hands to pull them
    to their feet.

    Now read on…

    After Burn

    “I’ve got a cramp in my back.” Marco groaned and stretched. “Tasha, how do you
    take up so much room?”

    She shoved at their shoulders, trying to get some space. “I can barely breathe.
    You two are suffocating me.”

    Damon rolled over and skimmed his hand over her breasts “I think you like it.”

    Tasha could have said something cutting, but she was too satiated—and too in
    love—to be clever. Every time she’d thought they were done with their increasingly inventive and intense sex session, something—a touch, a look—would inspire them to start again.

    Damon shifted, his knee bumping hers. Despite the extra-large California king
    bed, it seemed like there wasn’t enough room for all of them.

    “Marco may be right.” Damon rubbed his leg. “We need a sleeping plan.”

    Plan.

    Tasha sat up and wiggled down to the foot of the bed. Her men, her husbands,
    lounged on the mattress. The sheets were tangled around Marco’s legs, and Damon
    had hoarded the pillows. They were both rumpled and deliciously naked. She crossed her arms to keep herself reaching out to touch them.

    Marco grinned as he examined her, much the same was she’d looked over him.
    “I was tired a minute ago, but if you keep standing there I could bring myself to try for another encore. Damon?”

    “Agreed.”

    “We have to talk about something first.” Tasha grabbed a robe and put it on
    before tossing one at each of them. “Come on.”

    Five minutes later her husbands—wasn’t she a lucky girl to have two such
    amazing men all to herself—were seated beside one another and staring expectantly at her.

    “We could be having sex,” Marco reminded them.

    “This is important.” Tasha folded her arms.

    “Sex is important.” Marco leaned back, his robe gaping open.

    Damon shook his head, but he was smiling. “Tasha, what is it?”

    Determined to see this through, Tasha sat in the armchair across from them.

    “I meant what I said, when we were first matched.” Tasha took a deep breath.
    “I’m not good for your careers, either of you.”

    “We don’t care. We told you that.” Marco smiled. Damon crossed his arms,
    staring at the wall.

    “Maybe you don’t, but I do. Especially for you, Damon. If you’re appointed to a
    judgeship your personal life will under scrutiny.”

    “That’s why the blackmail was such a problem, but that doesn’t have anything to
    do with us, the three of us,” Marco said.

    Damon remained quiet.

    “That’s not enough, Marco,” Tasha insisted. From Damon’s silence she knew he
    agreed and probably understood where this conversation was going. “We have to
    decide how we’re presenting ourselves to the outside world.”

    Marco waved a hand. “Let them think what they want.”

    “Don’t be a dumbass,” Damon murmured. “You know that’s not realistic.”

    Marco searched Damon’s face. “What are you saying?”

    Damon motioned for Tasha to continue.

    “You and I, Marco, can be a couple to the outside world. I hadn’t planned on that, but after what happened at the symphony hall, it will be simplest if you continue to be in a relationship with Natasha, the model.”

    “And what about Damon?” Marco asked.

    The lawyer rose to his feet and went to the window. “I’ll be alone.”

    Tasha’s heart broke. He sounded so resigned and defeated.

    “What? No.” Marco went to Damon. He grabbed his head and kissed him hard.
    “That’s not what’s going to happen. You won’t be alone.”

    “No,” Tasha said. “He won’t. At least, not at first. I have a plan.”

    They both looked at her. Damon’s expression went from stoic to alarmed. “I have
    never liked any of your plans,” he said.

    Tasha smiled. “Then you’re going to hate this one.”

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