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the key and started the car back up. “Yeah, yeah, excuses not to make pie heard and understood.”
    Tinkling and almost lighting up his world, her laugh filled the car. “You wanna cook?”
    “Hell no. But we do need to talk.”
    He hoped her idea of talking matched his.
    He wanted to talk using his skin.
    Grinning, his foot might have been a little heavy on the gas. The faster they got through the work day, the faster he could seduce his best friends.

Chapter Four
    After showering, she shaved.
    Usually, this wasn’t really a reason for her hands to shake when she applied eyeliner. Actually, putting on makeup after she showered from work deviated from her normal night, but the shaving seemed telling. As if she planned to seduce her two best pals into a threesome.
    Which was dumb. She would never do that.
    She wanted to do that. She wondered what it would feel like to be twisting between them, four hands streaking across her skin and igniting the passion she held in check for them.
    Dropping the eyeliner because her hand trembled, she breathed through it.
    I can do this.
    Brushing hands down her pant legs because they felt sweaty with nerves, she rolled her eyes at the image reflected in her bathroom mirror. Rounded face, blue eyes and stringy long hair—not the face of a woman who could seduce two men into playing a few rounds of naked Twister.
    Yeah, I can do this because there’s not a shot in hell they both actually want me like that. They love me, but want me? Sexually?
    Yeah fucking right.
    The self-recrimination helped bolster her spine, making her able to face them.
    The doorbell rang, as if triggered by her preparedness, and she padded barefoot out to answer it. Although she’d put on makeup for some idiotic reason, she knew that getting all dressed up for “The Talk” would have been too obvious. She could bear a lot of things, but them making fun of her for this? She wasn’t sure she could take it.
    Opening the door, she let them both in and they towered over her. In all the time they’d been friends, she’d never noticed how much bigger they both were than her until recently. “Takeout is in the kitchen.”
    “You remember cheese wontons?” Ben asked, giving her a one-armed hug as he passed.
    “Of course.” She avoided Grady’s gaze, knowing he wasn’t playing at the façade of normality anymore. If she didn’t look at him, she wouldn’t fantasize.
    Yeah, right.
    Taking the white cardboard box from Grady, Ben read his lips. Are you going to say something?
    Sighing, Ben dug chopsticks into the carton, searching in a sea of noodles for a shrimp. Grady always came out of the gate, like some angry bull, plowing into situations without thinking and going with his gut while Ben was left to finesse things.
    This situation might require finesse.
    His gaze tracked to Carrie, legs curled up on the chair next to his and face bent over her own white carton.
    The outfit she’d chosen didn’t help his lust any. The tight tank top outlined the large breasts he’d always wanted to taste. Built like a woman, not a girl, Carrie always reminded him of some classical painting. With her creamy skin, abundant breasts and curving hips, he’d never been able to resist her. He never knew if she’d set the standard for beauty for him because he loved her or if it had been the way he was wired to begin with…but it didn’t matter either way. He wanted to touch that soft skin and listen to her moan, always had and likely always would.
    Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reminded himself they were in business together. They were friends. Friend rule number one: You don’t bend your friend over her dining room table and make her scream out orgasms until her legs shook. No matter how much you wanted to.
    The idea of sharing her with Grady, of watching her suck his cock while she took Ben’s, notched the pressure in his pants higher and he shifted his hips to make room for his blood-filled cock. Finesse. “Grady