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misty-blue, seeking out her core. She had thought her code of sexual ethics was strong… but where was it now?
    “You really think I’m special?”
    “Don’t you? You are, Lydia. You should know it. I could show you how special you are.”
    His lips were gentle on her forehead, then the tip of her nose.
    “And…Evgeny?”
    “He wants you too. We talked about you all last night. We would treat you so well… We could show you how well. Now, if you like.”
    He had captured her ear with his mouth, and was sending hot waves of desire down its curling shell and deep into her groin.
    How would it hurt…just to let him do what he wanted…?
    She offered no resistance when he drew her, slowly and sweetly, into a hungry kiss. Encompassing her with his arm, he drew her onto his lap so that her jeans-clad bottom nestled on his bare thighs. She felt him harden beneath her. His hands and his tongue felt so perfect that she forgot Evgeny, who was sitting beside them, watching, right up to the point where Milan bit her lower lip gently and moved his mouth to her ear.
    “I’m going to take that bloody fleece off.”
    “Oh!” she whimpered, suddenly aware of greedy black eyes drinking her in from the other end of the sofa. “But Evgeny…?”
    “Shh. You’ve had sex with one man before, yes?”
    “Yes.”
    “Haven’t you ever wondered how much better it could be with two?”
    “Well…maybe. But as a fantasy. It all seemed too difficult in real life.”
    “No, it’s easy. It will be easy. And you will never want to go back, once you have had two men want you and lust after you and give you all their love and attention. I promise you, miláčku .” While he spoke, he eased the fleece up and over her head. Spellbound, she raised her arms and let him pull it off, revealing her plain white cotton bra.
    “So pretty.” Evgeny’s first words were appreciative, and Lydia flicked her eyes over to him, blushing.
    “Oh yes,” crooned Milan, bending to kiss each of the pale slopes of her breasts in turn. “Too pretty to keep to myself. I want to see you kissing Evgeny. I want to watch you together.”
    Lydia hesitated, but then a rush of blood to the head made the decision for her. She had come too far to turn back now—there seemed no way she could simply put the fleece back on and flee. She was entangled in the seductive threads of Milan’s erotic imagination, and it seemed, at that moment, the only place she wanted to be.
    “That’s what you want?” she asked huskily.
    “Oh, yes. It’s what I want.”
    She dismounted from Milan’s lap and handed herself over to Evgeny, kneeling at his side, while he rose to his own knees and gathered her into an embrace. He felt different from Milan—he was slenderer and bonier, and his lips were fuller. Those sweeping eyelashes tickled against her skin as the kiss continued. He smelt of a lovely, unfamiliar aftershave mixed with his own male essence, now dried onto him.
    “That’s nice.” Milan’s commentary came from over her shoulder. “I can only see your back, but I like the way those jeans fit your arse. Good and tight. In fact…”
    Lydia, lost in Evgeny’s kiss, hardly reacted when Milan shimmied up behind her and placed his hands on her cotton-covered breasts, kneading and tweaking them while he nipped at the back of her neck. She felt his cock pushing at the seat of her jeans, trying to forge a path between her tightly denimed buttocks.
    With one set of male lips on her mouth and another on her neck, Lydia felt her inhibitions dissolve. Milan teased her nipples while Evgeny held her by the hips, pushing her back against his lover’s body. When Evgeny reached for her jeans zipper, she was well beyond the point of no return. She mutely acquiesced to the slow exposure of her plain cotton briefs, enjoying the way Milan slid his palm down over her bottom and squeezed.
    He nudged her knees up so he could pull the jeans all the way off, then batted Evgeny away and took