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she studied him more closely.
    “Which one are you?” she asked, finally deciding to just run with the fantasy. To hell with the real world.
    “Nicholas,” he whispered.
    Both of them strolled closer, their bodies moving with amazing catlike grace. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest but the idea of moving never entered her mind. It was though some force held her immobile. She trusted them and for the life of her she didn’t understand why.
    “I’m Rebecca,” she whispered, unsure what else to say.
    “We know,” Darien murmured in her ear and a sliver of heat traveled down her spine. “We met earlier, remember?”
    She nodded, inhaling their musky scents. “Are you really here? Or did my mind just put you here?”
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    “We’re very real, Rebecca,” Darien whispered.
    His fingers moved slowly beneath the straps of her top, pulling them down as he trailed a blazing path down her arms with the pads of his fingers. She stared, entranced, into Nicholas’ gaze, unable to look away as Darien unclasped the back of her top, letting it fall forgotten to the sand at her feet. The night breeze washed across her nipples, making them harden and ache. Her breasts were full and needed so desperately to be squeezed and licked.
    Darien cupped them from behind and she dropped her head back with a moan. His hands were warm and soft but firm as he kneaded her mounds. Lifting one, he offered it to Nicholas, who leaned down and licked her engorged nipple.
    Rebecca sighed, arching her back to better fit her breasts into Nicholas’ face. But Nicholas took his time, gently stroking around the nipple with his tongue before engulfing the tip into his hot mouth and sucking hard. Rebecca let out a rasping cry, lifting her hands to bury them in his soft hair and tug him closer. His teeth scraped across her nipple, making her shudder in need.
    She forgot all her concerns and let her inhibitions run wild. It was like being in a dream. A perfect dream. Juices coated her pussy and the crotch of her bathing suit as Darien gently nibbled along the side of her neck, his teeth softly biting at her pulse point. Every muscle in her body felt weak and mushy, her insides like molten lava, ready to be taken any way they chose.
    Oh yes, this fantasy fit. It fit so well and felt so right.
    “Can you feel it, Nicholas?” Darien questioned.
    Nicholas removed his mouth from her breast and dropped to his knees before her so he could tug at the bottoms of her suit. “Yes,” he hissed, leaning in closer to inhale her scent.
    Feel what, she wondered, but their hands quickly made her forget.
    Nicholas’ palms pushed her bottom of her bathing suit to the ground then helped her to lift shaking legs and step out of them. With a gentle shove he spread her legs wide, allowing him access to her aching core. Two fingers gently spread her juices along her slit then upward between her ass cheeks.
    She trembled from head to toe, falling back onto Darien’s chest. He caught her easily, holding her with one arm around her waist, the other fondling her breasts. Was it the heat? Is that what Darien had meant when he’d asked Nicholas if he felt it? The ever-increasing heat as they came closer to an overwhelming need to find release?
    Rebecca couldn’t ever remember being so turned-on. She couldn’t ever remember being so much in need or so wet. Being with just one man had never been enough for her. She’d always needed two. She’d always needed this.
    Nicholas removed his hand to stand before her and she groaned, wanting him to put his hand back, to fuck her with his fingers. Instead he covered her lips with his, filling her mouth with his spicy taste. His tongue was like velvet, stroking hers with wicked intent and she responded in kind, sucking greedily.
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    Darien’s hands stroked down her flesh, igniting her passion to almost boiling. His fingers slid through the juices coating her pussy and her hips jerked backward, seeking a firmer touch. He continued