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in,” she figured clothing was not optional.
    The Asian-style lamp beside her bed had been set to its lowest level, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. If she"d been at home, she"d probably still be working. Some cleansing breaths might help her sleep. She smiled. A couple orgasms would be better . Her work schedule and less-than-stellar relationship with Henry left her wanting, and she"d always loved sex. A shame she didn"t pack the vibrator.
    She closed her eyes and took the first deep breath. A soft whisper made her look up.
    Both men stood in her doorway, wearing drawstring pajama bottoms and nothing else. Riveting. They walked toward her, but she couldn"t quite drag her eyes to their faces. Jake, the taller by maybe an inch, was also the more heavily muscled, his defined chest lightly covered with a smattering of golden hair. Roan was as smooth as marble. Even the line of hair she would have expected to grow on the belly of a brunet was missing, making her think he must have it removed. He was lean, but each muscle stood out in bas-relief under taut alabaster skin. She could understand why men and women flocked to buy anything associated with this glorious face and body.

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    She finally looked up, her breath uneven. “Isn"t it against the law to be so beautiful?”
    Jake smiled and took Roan"s hand. “He is a masterpiece, isn"t he?”
    “Not just Roan, darling. You both make my heart stop.”
    He sat on the edge of her bed looking down at her, and Roan sat beside him, leaning back against her hip so he could see her face. Jesus, gay or not, this could be more pure masculinity than her poor underexercised heart could stand. Of course, the primary area of response right now was lower than the heart.
    Jake curved over her and whispered, “Am I really beautiful to you, sweetheart?”
    He was so close. Had to tell the truth. “Infinitely. You always have been.”
    His gaze was intense, but she saw uncertainty. His eyes flicked over his shoulder toward Roan and then back to her.
    “Em, would you mind if I kissed you?”
    Her heart leaped. She"d been dreaming of kissing Jake for the better part of two years. But what the fuck? “Jake, you told me you"re gay. You"re sitting beside the man you love, who also happens to be the most gorgeous human on the planet.
    What the fuck do you want to kiss me for?”
    “I"ve always wanted to. Since I met you.”
    Shit. The man had to make up his mind. She pulled her head to the side but couldn"t move far because Roan was leaning on her covers. “Jake, quit. Every day in the damned lab you torture me. Hugs, back rubs, caresses. Sweetheart this and honey that. And all the time you"re in love, and with a man. I just don"t get it…”
    He grabbed her face in his palms, his blue eyes shooting sparks. “You call that torture?”
    “Hell, yes!”
    “Why?”

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    She gritted her teeth. “You fucking know why. I want you, dammit, and you know it.” She tried to pull her head from his hands, but though his grip was gentle, he wouldn"t let go.
    “Then it"s time to stop the fucking torture.” And his mouth captured hers, his palms pressing just hard enough to separate her lips, and his tongue took charge, deep, hot, and wet.
    For a moment she was frozen. But his mouth was the instrument of her dreams. Well, one of them. Heat flashed through her so fast she felt light-headed.
    Her mouth opened wider. Did she do that? Her tongue caressed his, and someone moaned. Did it come from her throat? Jesus, she was kissing Jake. Finally, after all that longing. The idea of it almost made her come.
    Oh God, more. Her pussy clenched in an agony of longing. She pressed her chest, still trapped under the soft sheet, up against him and let her tongue explore the soft recesses tasting of peppermint toothpaste and sexy Jake.
    He pulled back, ripping their lips apart, still holding her head. “I hope you don"t hate me for this, but if you"re gonna, hate me