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to be cleaned and then she was on her way. Hell, she may even have a job tomorrow since that damned dog decided to play chase the big-assed kitty up the tree. After nearly breaking Daniel's hand she'd been a bit worried about her employment situation, but dog-chasing employee up a tree trumped a broken hand any day.
    She rubbed the towel through her hair one last time. Glancing in the mirror, she grimaced at her appearance. Damn, without her hair products the mop top was unruly as all get-out. Curl after curl stuck out this way and that, and she knew that if her hair air-dried she'd end up with a Greek-fro. Not much she could do about it now.
    She tossed the wet towel into the laundry bin and padded through Patrick and Daniel's bedroom. On the way up she'd taken a moment to appreciate the dark, solid wood furniture, earth tones and simple decorations. A sense of clean and calm seemed to radiate from the room, something Gina's hectic, hurly burly life had never known.
    With a sigh, she padded down the wood steps and noticed that someone had cleaned the mess she'd made on her way up. At the time, she felt bad about making such a mess, but all she'd wanted was to get the icky bark and dirt off. Yuck. After today's excursion, she decided she'd never again walk more than the distance between her and a car. Ever.
    Oh well, at least the aches and pains weren't for nothing. Now she'd get to spend an evening with two gorgeous men who, out of pity or duty, were going to feed and take care of her. That was more than she'd had in longer than she could remember. Sure, Tasheka and Sam at Half-were House took care of all the residents, but tonight, it was all about her.
    At the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, as she gazed around the perfectly put-together room before her, a soft moan stole her attention away. She paused, and a groan drifted through the house. Not a clink of silverware or scrape of pots on the stove reached her ears, but the soft whimper of pleasure that hit her next could be heard loud and clear.
    Silently, she made her way through the living room and toward what she thought was the kitchen. Gina pressed her body against the wall and listed, just listened… for now.
    "More.” Oh, God, Patrick. “Mmm… that's it. Suck it. Suck my cock."
    Gina's knees went weak and damn if her pussy didn't start throbbing in time with the sucks and licks she could hear. If only… No. No. She was not going to peek around the wall and watch an intimate, private moment between two committed lovers who were hotter than the sun. Nope. Nothing…
    Maybe just a little look. They know I'm here, right?
    Okay, maybe they didn't know she was here here, but Patrick knew she was in the house and just about as sexually adventurous as they came. Shit, Tash threatened more than once to send her out into the world with a warning label tattooed on her ass.
    Resolve dissolving, she flipped around, pressing her front to the eggshell white wall. Inch by inch, she scooted closer to the doorway until she could peek around the corner. And what she saw nearly brought her to her knees. This was one thousand times better than the best gay porn you could buy. Maybe even a million times better. And Gina knew. Being a connoisseur of man on man cock sucking, she knew what was happening mere feet from her should have gone into the Guinness Book of World Records .
    Daniel, big, burly man's man, was on his knees in front of Patrick; not that Patrick wasn't a formidable male, but Daniel oozed testosterone with every snicker, smile and sway of his hips as he walked. Wide shoulders, trim waist, he was sleek and muscular at the same time. She and Patrick had discussed Daniel's physical attributes a time or twenty during breaks at work, Patrick tend to describe their sex life in detail over a celebratory glass of wine after hours, and Gina hadn't ever thought of him as a giver. Turned out, she was wrong.
    The man was on his knees in front of Patrick, body snuggled