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shifted for just a moment, revealing the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock. It looked like more than a mouthful. There was no doubt he wanted her as well. Two down. Or up, she thought wickedly.
    “You can ride with me,” Spencer spoke from the door, pulling her attention to him.
    He stood tall and proud, not even attempting to hide the hard length of his cock clearly visible in his slacks.
    Had he said ride with him or ride him? She nodded her head in agreement with either, both. Please, both.
    “I hope you’re hungry,” Asher said as she walked toward Spencer.
    She was hungry.
    “Starving,” she assured them, taking the hand Spencer held out to her. “Absolutely starving.”
    * * * *
    Asher watched her leave the room and did his best to control his breathing. He was wound up like a child’s toy. All he needed was her touch, and he’d go off like a rocket. And he wasn’t so sure it would matter where she touched him.
    “Let me grab my briefcase real quick,” Beck said and disappeared out the door.
    Asher nodded and headed back to his office to collect the myriad of crap he always had to take home from the office. He liked being a doctor, loved seeing his patients, but he had never been one to deal with the bureaucracy of having his own practice. Thank God, Spencer took care of most of that. Beck dealt with the pharmaceutical reps, who came in at a constant flow. And Asher handled the office staff and payroll. It played to all their strengths and suited them perfectly.
    Just as their sex life did. Spencer could blame it on fate, Jacquie, or whatever, but Asher knew beyond a doubt that none of them would ever be able to just walk away from the pleasure they’d discovered in sharing a woman. Hell, they had it down to an art now. Each of them knew the others’ moves almost as well as their own. Asher knew Spencer was an ass man, just as both Spencer and Beck knew he was a tit man. Give him a nice full rack any time. While Beck was all about the pussy. Asher had seen Beck go down on a woman and bring her to orgasm after orgasm with just his tongue.
    Asher liked pussy and didn’t mind eating it. But he didn’t have the appetite of Beck. Just like he knew his dick would find release in an ass every now and then, but that wasn’t his preference. He wanted his partner in a position where he could have full access to her breasts. He had no problem fantasizing about how he wanted to take Deja. Lord knew he’d jacked off to the image for almost a month now.
    She was straddling his lap in his dreams. She had one of his silk blindfolds tied over her eyes, and her hands bound behind her back. His cock was buried in her wet, tight heat. He had one hand on her hip, and the other wrapped around to hold her bindings. That way he could make her arch just the way her wanted her too, which was with her nipples lifted toward his mouth, swollen and ready for the hard suction he wanted to give them.
    His cock throbbed, and he grit his teeth against the ache in his balls. This would be the longest dinner of his life.
    “Ready?” Beck asked from the door.
    They usually all carpooled together, but Spencer had gone to an early meeting this morning, so he'd driven separately. Otherwise, they’d all be in a car with Deja right now.
    “My dick is throbbing like an open wound,” Beck muttered as they headed out.
    “Yeah,” Asher agreed.
    “Have to admit I was surprised when Spencer asked her to ride with him,” Beck said.
    Asher had been a little surprised as well. Hell, he’d barely talked her into dinner, before Spencer whisked her away. Even with all the innuendos that had filled the conversation with Deja, they weren’t guaranteed she wanted anything more than dinner. He wasn’t sure he’d survive if all she wanted was food. His cock needed a break from his hands, neither of which was a stranger at this point.
    “He’s as taken with her as we are,” Asher spoke up. “I don’t think we’ve all been this on board for