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platonic busses on the cheek and you’re talking about sex. That does things to a guy.”
    She wiggled slightly and there was no way she could miss one of the things that it did to him. His cock was at full strength, pinned behind the taut fabric of his jeans. The curve of her ass pressed down on him and her eyes opened wide as she realized what she sat on. “Fuck.”
    “Hell yeah, fuck.” Jack wrapped his arms around her and held her close, breathing in the scent of her skin. She whimpered as he brushed his lips against the pulse pounding in the vee of her throat. He was going to explode just from the thoughts filling his head.
    A ménage. With Dara. God damn.
    “Jack, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mess up our holiday. I just care a lot about—”
    He covered her mouth with his to silence her. With her lips open to speak, their tongues met instantly and in a flash her taste filled him. Sweet, with a twist of cinnamon from her gum, the lingering taste of chocolate. He kissed her, leaning back on the couch and dragging her with him so her slight weight pressed on him more fully. She dug her fingers into his hair and suddenly it wasn’t enough. He crushed her closer, the top of the towel sneaking down to her waist as their tongues tangled together. God, the woman could kiss. She took his mouth like she took to the hills, full out, full speed—caution be damned.
    The sounds escaping her registered like early warning signs. Little gasps as he nipped at her lips, a long drawn-out moan as he kissed his way down her throat. A whispered plea when he rearranged her on his lap without taking his mouth from her skin. She straddled his hips, the heat of her core resting on top of his erection and damn if he didn’t want to strip them both and let her ride him.
    Go slow.
    His brain shouted it, but his body protested vehemently. He rocked his hips instinctively, rubbing against her center and they both swore.
    Fuck going slow. He grabbed her hips and ground her over him, sucking one nipple then the other into his mouth. The sweet tips felt amazing as he rolled them under his tongue, her hands clutching his head to trap him in place.
    Closer and higher his climax approached, the tightness in his balls flashing to pain. Moisture from her sex coated the ridge of fabric barely containing his erection, the heat of her cream bleeding through to taunt him. She gave a little cry and called out his name, rolling her hips over him slower as he grunted with his release.
    Jesus, Mary and Joseph , what the hell had just happened?
    The balcony doors clicked shut as they broke apart, gasping for air.
    “Well.” Dara bit her bottom lip.
    Jack panted a few times, waiting for a sign some blood had returned to his brain. He reached up and swiped his thumb over the swollen surface she’d nipped. He could kiss her for hours. Someday, if he had his way, he would. “Bit more than a ‘well’. Shit, woman, I came in my jeans.”
    She glanced down at their groins, a grin covering her face. “Not quite the first time I’d imagined, but I enjoyed it.”
    “You’re just happy you made me lose control.” He collapsed back on the couch, his ears still ringing from his climax. Zero points for style, but he didn’t really give a fuck at the moment.
    Shit…he needed a minute. Responding any further before his brain went back online was a bad idea. He cupped the back of her neck and drew her against him. Dara sighed softly, nuzzling closer. They sat in silence until the pounding beat of their hearts slowed.
    She sat up and the brightness of her smile melted most of his lingering apprehension away. “You don’t hate me for putting you on the spot?”
    “Of course I don’t hate you. You’re our best friend and you want to have sex with us? If you’d asked us over coffee or something, that could have made it a little easier, but we might not have believed you were serious. All in all, Kane and I are tough. We’ll survive being asked for sexual