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his pits was a
dark blond, its color matching his wiry pubic hair. His cock was so erect, it
rested on his belly, pointing at his head, exposing his weighty balls. “Why?”
    “Don’t talk to her that way,” David said, all protective as though he believed they’d soon be
going steady.
    Hunt said nothing, watching the
balled-up tissue falling from her hand into the brass wastebasket.
    Magique kept her attention on Tim.
    David chanced getting closer to her.
After a brief hesitation, he ran his hand down Magique’s arm. “Want to take this into the other room? We can leave Tim in here.”
    Tim glared. “Like hell.” On another
muttered oath, he did as she’d wanted. “This better be good,” he warned.
    She gave him a look that said he had
no right to question anything.
    He didn’t offer another comment,
challenge or ultimatum.
    Hunt told himself to get dressed and
fucking leave. It wasn’t like him to put up with this kind of shit from a woman,
even one in Magique’s profession.
    Did she respond to her other clients
as she’d just done with him? Aroused one minute, all business the next so she
could take care of his friends? Part of him didn’t want to know.
    A greater part needed to find out. To know his true effect on her.
    He pushed his frustration aside,
replacing it with resolve, the same as when his lobbying efforts weren’t going
the way he’d planned. During those times, he hadn’t retreated. He’d remained,
observed, then fought for what he damn well wanted.
    Tonight, Magique was what he craved.
    Resting her hand on the nightstand
for support, she removed her gold heels, dropping the shoes on the floor. She
turned to Hunt and then to David. “Ready?”
    That depended on what she had in
mind.
    Always eager to please, David
blurted, “Sure. What do you want me to do?”
    Her smile was luminous. “Enjoy
yourself.” Tempering her enthusiasm, she regarded Hunt. “And pleasure me.”
    Unlike earlier, this time he didn’t
smile or wink.
    Magique’s expression became a mask of indifference. However, color
rose to her cheeks. No one had to tell Hunt it was because of him. Only him.
    Offering no more direction, she
climbed onto the bed and straddled Tim, positioning his cock on her opening.
    He sucked in a breath. She sighed out
her own as she lowered herself onto him, her body swallowing his rigid shaft.
Once she had him fully inside, she draped her torso over his, her nipples
grazing his chest. He panted as though he’d just run a marathon and stared at
her mouth as if he expected a kiss. She turned her head to the side instead.
Given the position she’d asked Tim to take, she was very close to the edge of
the bed.
    Hunt moved before David could, not stopping until his knees touched the mattress. He was still
flaccid but didn’t care. Magique would see to that.
His rod was so close to her face all she had to do was slip out her tongue to
lick it.
    Without warning, she did.
    Christ. A rush of delight shot
through his body. He tensed at the wonderful sensitivity of his cock.
    Pulling her tongue back in, she
said, “David.”
    He blinked as one would when coming
out of a trance. “Yeah?”
    Hunt frowned. Why in the hell was
she speaking to David rather than tending to him?
    In answer, Magique lifted her ass as much as she could without releasing Tim from her cunt,
offering her other opening to David.
    “Oh.” His face turned scarlet.
Nodding in understanding, he rounded the bed.
    When he didn’t climb on, she sighed,
“You’ll find condoms in the first nightstand drawer, if that’s what you
prefer.”
    He stared at her anus as if he
wasn’t certain whether to go in raw or not.
    “And lubrication,” she added.
    “Oh yeah, right,” he said, backing
up so quickly he bumped into the nightstand.
    A laugh erupted from Tim.
    She turned back to him and murmured,
“Quiet.”
    Hunt snorted at her mild
chastisement. When she shot him a look, he gave it right back. Seconds ticked
by. Her expression