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wanted, for disappointing us and making us wait.”
    A vivid blush spread from Nikki’s throat to her cheeks. She
seemed both aroused and guilty as though recalling the past. Mitch huffed, a
sure sign he was getting pissed. Too fucking bad. Connor wasn’t about to
welcome Nikki back as though nothing had happened. She’d betrayed them when
they’d needed her the most.
    He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to obey
or run, putting bets on the latter.
    Again, she surprised him, stepping out of her capris,
trailing her fingers down her torso, over her belly, playing with her jewelry.
The diamonds’ sparkle created a riot of color on her smooth skin. Connor
followed those beams of light to the edge of her thong, her cunt beneath it,
tight and hot.
    He gritted his teeth, his thoughts demanding she take the
damn underwear off.
    True to his directive, Nikki didn’t rush. She turned, so
both he and Mitch got a glimpse of her naked ass, rounded and inviting as the
rest of her. Only a fool would have denied nature’s hand in creating such a
perfect female form.
    She slipped her thumbs beneath the thong’s elastic, inching
it past her hips.
    When she faced them again, Connor stopped squeezing his
arms, his strength drained by what he saw. She’d waxed her cunt. The top of her
slit peeked over the black lace, defenseless and moist. She was wet. He stepped
closer, drawn to her arousal, his own fueled by it.
    Down her thong went, coaxed gently by her fingers. The
crotch resisted for a moment, then pulled away from her cleft, her lust evident
on the damp fabric and her vaginal lips, plump with desire, her sheath prepared
for a man’s cock, fingers, tongue.
    Connor tried to muster new outrage at her past actions and
failed miserably, helpless to do anything but watch. Once the thong was past
her thighs, she let the dainty undergarment fall to her ankles as she had her
pants, stepping out of them. Gloriously nude, arms at each side, she stood
before them.
    Mitch fisted his fingers around her bra, clearly trying to
maintain control. Connor didn’t bother. With an artist’s imagination, he
already had her bent over the arm of the sofa, ass lifted, legs spread, her
cunt and anus offered to him. He’d take her vaginally first, his cock burrowed
to its root, the friction between their bodies reducing him to gasps and
groans. And then he’d use his cum to lubricate her tight pink ring, stretching
it with his fingers, preparing her for his entry. She’d want him to take her
quickly, as savagely as he desired.
    He wouldn’t, forcing her to wait for him as he had for her,
easing into her tightest opening so that she felt every bit of him invading her
depths, subjecting her to his will, claiming her body, heart and soul so that
she’d never forget to whom she belonged.
    A new noise escaped Mitch, one of intense longing he needed
to deny.
    Join the club.
    Nikki pulled in a full breath, then sighed out her words,
“Do I pass?”
    Connor caught himself before he laughed or swore. Did she
pass? A better question was—should she? Her working for them was insane. Her
being anywhere near them like this was going to turn out bad. He looked at his
brother, not at all surprised at the unguarded desire on Mitch’s face.
    However, Connor’s own words were blurted and unexpected.
“Drape your arms over your head.”
     
    She heard his lust. It roughened Connor’s voice, making him
sound more vibrant, dangerous. She saw his animal hunger, barely held in. Both
he and Mitch wanted her, at least physically, as much as she desired them in every
way. For too many years, she’d suffered without this. Ty had never looked at
her as they did now, not even in the beginning when they’d been playing at
passion and love.
    This was the real deal. Two men as powerless in her presence
as she was in theirs. Flashes of their uncensored longing made Nikki feel more
female than when she’d been at Ty’s parties, naked and available, with