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guys eager to mount anything that moved.
    All she’d wanted then was to be held, cherished. Now she
craved everything, her body tensing in anticipation, softening with need.
    The set of Mitch’s jaw said he wanted to spank her for doing
this. Nice. She’d accept punishment from him gladly…and from Connor. He didn’t
buy what she’d told them about being here. Nikki recognized the doubt in his
eyes. Could be she’d never earn back his trust, she’d hurt him and Mitch too
badly.
    Sighing at what she’d done, making no excuses for having
been a coward in the past, she lifted her arms as Connor commanded, becoming
fully accessible to him and Mitch. They had the authority now.
    Her nipples hardened even more, the tips growing all too
sensitive, everything inside her pleading for relief.
    Use me . Fuck me. In the best way possible,
with her nudity sandwiched between theirs, Mitch’s powerful body in front,
Connor’s equally strong form behind, their mouths on her neck, lips suckling,
tongues licking, their hands… Oh their hands, cupping her breasts and mound,
their fingers sinking inside her cunt, preparing her for what was to come,
rewarding her for being wet with both of them plunging their stiffened rods
inside her at the same time. Mitch in her pussy, Connor in her anus.
    They’d take turns in her openings until they were too spent
to move, cradling her close, offering comfort. It wouldn’t last. When their
strength returned, they’d punish her for past sins, spanking her into new
submission. She sure as fuck deserved it, craved it, wanting to be chastised,
then mounted again and—
    The click of a woman’s heels interrupted Nikki’s lewd
thoughts, the sharp taps heading in this direction, the open door.
    Mitch’s secretary, a twenty-something beauty with Eurasian
features and glossy black hair, entered the room, papers in hand, her beige
sheath fitted to her slender figure with an elegance that added to her appeal.
    Nikki shot a look at Connor and Mitch. Neither seemed to
notice the woman, their attention remained on her nudity. The secretary’s steps
didn’t hesitate in the least, as though she’d witnessed this same scene
countless times before. Heading for Mitch’s desk, she placed the papers on it.
    What could be so important that she’d bring those documents
in here now? Was this really work related or personal? Was she curious about
what was going on in here because she was dating Mitch?
    A pang of envy tore through Nikki, sucking away all of her
breath.
    With the poise of a runway model, the young woman pivoted
and met Nikki’s eyes, her own veiled, hiding whatever she thought. Her actions
weren’t as neutral. She took in Nikki’s arms above her head, her uplifted breasts,
waxed cunt, parted thighs, her expression judging her, just like the girls in
high school.
    She was dating Mitch. Bitch.
    With a serene look that bordered on smug, the young woman
departed.
    Connor stepped closer, catching Nikki off guard, his clean scent
so pleasant she longed to snuggle against him, her face to his shoulder,
seeking solace. Before she could chance any move, Mitch grabbed his brother’s
arm, giving him a look of warning.
    For what? Not to touch her? What did Mitch care about that
if he and his secretary were involved? Unless Nikki was wrong. If so, didn’t
Mitch realize that having his and Connor’s hands on every part of her was
precisely what she had to have? Each brother exploring her flesh as they’d
never been able to do as teens, reacquainting themselves with her mouth and
breasts, exploring new territory they’d earned the right to possess as men.
    Warmth poured through Nikki, muddying her thoughts,
heightening her senses. She heard their accelerated breathing, smelled their
male musk, felt their inner turmoil.
    Connor pulled free of Mitch’s grip. With the arrogance of a
king viewing a slave, Connor circled her slowly, scrutinizing her nudity,
remaining close enough for Nikki to touch or