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completely different to fucking Darren. Greg’s cock rubbed and slid where Darren’s stretched me wide. I was more in control in my position on top of Greg. I moved at the speed I desired and felt him humping his hips up to create more friction. I glimpsed down and locked stares with him. He was so mysterious—even in the middle of the fuck he seemed guarded, though I could see his lust and enjoyment painted across his cheeks in russet red and in the deep, dark depths of his black, expanded pupils.
    My eyelids fluttered shut. Greg sought out my clit with his thick finger. I was grateful for his attention and desperate for my own release. I climbed towards total ecstasy and felt another hand on my body. Darren slapped my bottom and squeezed it as I rode to my soul-deep satisfaction.
    Greg came moments after me. I felt his cock spasm inside me, in time with my clenching walls. Darren’s hand fell from my buttock and I slipped off Greg’s hard body to snuggle between the two men.
    I knew then that it was the start of something amazing but I didn’t realise just what until much later.

Chapter Three
    Darren insisted I went home in his limo, which was a surreal experience. I didn’t feel right in such a big interior all on my own—I didn’t feel like I deserved it. I had two billionaires’ contact details in my handbag and felt like I glowed with sexual satisfaction.
    It wasn’t until the next day that I really thought about what had happened. It had been a brilliant experience and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world but I was worried about the follow-up. They had given me their numbers and I had given them mine. Should I wait for them to ring me or should I ring them? Also, who should I talk to first? Would it get back to the other and make him jealous? I had always been inclined to ask far more questions than I should. I was a woman of action but I was also a woman of crippling scrutiny. I never made a move until I’d thought out several possible outcomes first.
    I was stopped mid-fluster by my mobile ringing. I answered it without thought. It was Greg.
    “Hi, Kerry.”
    “Oh, hiya, Greg.” I dropped the tea towel in my hand and bent to pick it up. Every other person in the kitchen suddenly went quiet. I walked towards my office. I didn’t want the workforce to listen in on the call in case it got personal.
    “I just wanted you to know I really enjoyed last night.”
    “Yes, so did I.” I rushed out of the kitchen and down the corridor to my office. I shut the door behind me.
    “Especially the late night part. I’d love to see you again and soon but I’m mid-flight to New York. I’m going to be away for a week or so.”
    “Oh, okay.” I sat down heavily on my chair. “Thanks for letting me know.”
    “I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t interested. Has he rung you yet?”
    “If you mean Darren, no, not yet.”
    The noise that echoed down the phone was the epitome of pointed indifference mixed with an edge of pride.
    “Just be careful around him, Kerry. He’s a complete twat, but he’s a dangerous twat at that.”
    The word sounded strange in his cut-glass accent.
    “Well, you would say that,” I replied. “I’m a big girl, you know.”
    “You’re very capable, I know,” he replied with a suggestive purr. I covered my blushing cheeks with my hand even though he couldn’t see me. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. When I’m back in the UK I’ll ring you, we’ll go out.”
    “Oh, we will, will we?” I bristled at his presumptuousness.
    “If you want to.” There was a waver of doubt to his tone and it made him sound vulnerable. I found it infinitely appealing. “You do want to, don’t you?”
    “Yes, I do.” I put him out of his misery. “But I’m not going to be at your beck and call, you know? I have my own life to run, Mr Stamford, my own schedule. Don’t expect me to jump at your bidding.”
    “Oh, darling, if I’m commanding you to do something it’s going