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hurts, just please… please fuck me!”
     
    I was frantic, and my lovers obliged. Jack thrust into me hard and fast, and Donovan matched his tempo, holding his weight off me so I could breathe.
     
    I screamed my pleasure and felt it begin—that whirlwind that is climax—and it tore through the three of us like wildfire. Every time Jack thrust into me, Donovan withdrew only to come crashing back into me in the end. Little inhuman noises were torn from me, and I heard the cries around me, and we rode that line between chaos and control until that last moment when my pleasure overtook me and I dragged my men with me.
     
    My pussy spasmed and my body twitched, wrenching both cocks inside me until they couldn’t resist the pull anymore, filling me with their come as they filled the air with the sound of my name.
     
    Then we were finished, and Donovan slid from me, pulling me to one side, and Jack turned to follow, holding me on the floor as we slowly floated back to reality.
     
    I wrapped Donovan’s arm around my waist as he lay wrapped around my back, and I held Jack tightly in the crook of my arm, and the last thought I had was crystal clear:  these men were mine, and I was never letting them go.
     
    Screw single.
     

Dirty Little Secrets
     
     
     
    It had been an easy job. Lure the guy out and let Jasper take him down. Piece of cake. No bar fight, no clothes torn… I didn’t even break a nail.
     
    Perfect.
     
    Almost.
     
    I’d agreed with Donovan to do the job yesterday afternoon, and he’d made it clear that he’d be part of the takedown. So I did what I always do; I dressed for distraction. No one ever had to know, though, that it wasn’t the skip I was trying to distract. That was my dirty little secret.
     
    I wanted him. I had always wanted him. Jack knew—that’s why he took the job overseas—but when Jack left the rules changed. Donovan was back to being all business—our passionate interlude forgotten. But me? I couldn’t forget so easily.
     
    So, tonight I pulled out all the stops. Sexy, just fucked hair framed my face, and I’d gone for glamour girl make-up. My eyes smoldered with dark lashes and I glossed my lips ‘til they shone. I wore a black version of Marilyn Monroe’s white halter dress; it made the most of my cleavage and showed my legs to advantage. Seamed silk stockings with Cuban heels and black patent heels that made even me feel tall, finished my outfit, the tops of the stockings peeking out when I turned quickly allowing the skirt to flare. I buffed and polished, lotioned and perfumed every inch, giving in to temptation and shaving absolutely everything until I lay smooth and slick in the bath.
     
    Jasper picked me up at eight, giving me my wire and my panic button. He took one look at the dress’ bodice and swallowed before saying, “Och aye. You’d better put this on yourself.” I couldn’t help but smile at the handsome Scot’s discomfort as he tried to adjust himself unobtrusively. He laughed without embarrassment, though, when he caught my eyes and said, “Lassie, you know I’d follow ye straight ta hell--you just need to sashay that lovely arse in front of me all the way.” I have to admit it turned me on to know I had this effect on him, but he wasn’t the one I was after.
     
    All through the job, I watched for Donovan. I checked for his car. I watched to see if I could catch a glimpse of him in the crowded restaurant. Unfortunately, the man was either not there or invisible. Either way, it looked like my hunt was going to end before it even began.
     
    After making sure that Jasper had Mr. Friendly locked up tight in his truck, I decided that I was too worked up to just go home. It was still early, and I was dressed to kill, so I figured I’d head back into the hotel bar and have a drink before heading back. Jasper raised an eyebrow at me and I waved him off, tired of people trying to tell me what to do.
     
    Everyone says I need a new job. Of course