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“Actually,” said Alec, “Since we moved in some months ago, we’ve never had someone stay the night with us so this room has been unused. Which means, Rebecca that you’d be the first woman we’ll have in this bed.”
    “ W…what ?”
    Rebecca’s voice was barely above a whisper when Alec’s words hit. He began to advance, which had her backing up on shaky limbs as she squeaked, “I haven’t said I’ll stay yet!”
    Rebecca was so busy watching Alec close the space between them that she forgot Tristan was standing right by her. When his arm wrapped around her waist and he tugged her hard against him, she let out a shocked gasp, her head snapping up to look into his glinting eyes.
    “But then we haven’t tried very hard to convince you – yet. Maybe it’s time we do,” he said, tone husky with desire. Then his lips sealed over hers.
    *
    Rebecca felt lost the moment Tristan invaded her with his heated, dominant tongue. His hand on either side of her head, he held her in place as she gasped, unwittingly permitting his triumphant entry into the hot cavern of her mouth.
    His kiss had the same potent sensuality as Alec’s; that effortless ability to make a woman’s feminine hub melt and puff up with desire. Rebecca moaned into his mouth with heady pleasure at his rough, hungered technique that took no prisoners.
    Her hands were straining at his chest, not doing a very good job of resisting, especially since she was kissing him right back. Knowing Alec was right in the room with them; standing close behind her and massaging his hands over her back and shoulders made her senses spin faster.
    Everything that had happened since they’d met had built up to this; this exultant inferno.
    Tristan’s big hands cradled her face as he kissed her ravenously, so Rebecca was sure it was Alec slowly tugging down the back zipper of her dress. Then she heard the distant ‘snap’ of her bra clasp being released. The voice in her head cried out in protest, but she did nothing to stop what was happening. Her mind was blown.
    Alec’s lips began a silken, sweltering path all over her exposed back, and Rebecca moaned into Tristan’s mouth. Suddenly, Alec dug his hands into her gaping dress, reaching round to cup her breasts beneath the loosened cups of her bra.
    Alec squeezed on her mounds with a feral passion that caused Rebecca to arch her back, her arms lifting of their own accord to reach back wrap around his neck as his mouth nuzzled her neck. Tristan’s hands had long slid down her waist to her hips, shifting up the hem of her dress and scooping the curves of her ass into his palms.
    Strait-laced and vanilla as they come, Rebecca had never ever pictured this moment even in her most adventurous fantasies. Even now, she chickened out a million times in that part of her brain that still held on to the old Rebecca. But another side of her was taking over, so that even as she felt the most vulnerable she’d ever been in her life, somehow, caught in between Alec and Tristan, she felt more empowered than ever before.
    They were pulling her at her clothes, touching her in places that had her skin growing pink in fevered, lustful shame. It was like back there on the dance floor, only magnified a thousand times more in sensuality, passion and daring.
    And instead of being shocked by their ardor, her pussy clenched with excitement. Moisture coated her panties as their hands roamed over her, their lips on her neck and face, Alec from behind and Tristan in front. Tristan’s lips broke from hers and she panted heavily, eyes forced open just so she could see the answering agony of pleasure and need in Tristan’s grey gaze, so much like Alec’s. They were so alike they could almost have been twins, and that thought alone lent an even more taboo, and wicked aura to what was taking place.
    “I can catch the sweet scent of your desire,” Tristan asked huskily, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. “Now that you’re here, just