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minutes, and…
    Ryan sat on her left, and Jason on her right. She managed to seize two
gulps of the liquor before it was gently retrieved by Jason and placed on the
nearby coffee table. Perhaps each one realized there was little need – or
time, for more words. Reaching out to pinch her chin in his thumb and
forefinger, Ryan was the first to lean forward and take her lips.
    Okay. Bea rushed in a breath at the first touch of Ryan’s mouth, and found
herself rampaged by tongue. Sweet, hot, and sexily moist
tongue. He dove into her like a rogue pirate ready to claim his spoils.
She was hell-bent on resisting, however, and didn’t give her tongue in return.
But hmm, he did taste like heaven would, she mused, easing into his kiss and
letting him take what he would. He groaned against her lips, crushing them
harder against his. Bea’s heart began to pound alarmingly. The heat and
sweetness was climbing; in seconds, she felt the strangest thrumming in between
her legs just as Ryan plucked wetly on her bottom lip. Oh lord .
    She could feel Jason draw closer on her other side. They’d never really
explained how the time would go, and it served her right for not making ground
rules first. Would she have to contend with both of them, or…?
    Even before she could contemplate this, she felt Jason take her hand.
She had no chance to demure as Ryan’s fingers on her chin kept her insistently
turned to him. She was gasping into his mouth just at the same time that Jason
placed her hand on his cock. Holy fuck! It felt huge beneath her fingers and
even beneath the fabric of his dress pants. He rode her fingers over the
solidly wedged length, and she shuddered against Ryan’s powerfully deep kiss.
    Desperately, she broke away, snatching her hand from the tempting
hardness beneath. Why the hell was she panting so hard? She really shouldn’t
have let them overwhelm her so easily. She almost made to skip to her feet. “I
need to go,” she blurted breathlessly.
    “One more minute,” Jason crooned, his fingers in her hair gently tugging
her to meet his waiting lips. For the love of God. What gave these men the right to taste
so good? Her lips merged with Jason’s and he used the same bone-melting device,
just more pliant and tender. He didn’t go the rough route like Ryan; he chose
to render her powerless in a different way. Soft, sensitive,
giving more than taking. Bea purred all the more. And purred even harder
when Ryan slipped a hand through her v-necked bodice and cupped her right
breast. The sensation of her softness in the hard strength of his hand had
juices rushing to flood her panties. Her thighs quivered as Jason covered her
in an open-mouthed, blatantly sensuous kiss. Her head went round and round;
every nerve ending she possessed was alive and thrumming with the most
monstrous lust she’d ever experienced. Jason’s free hand
– the one not gripping her hair – slid down to her knee, nudging it
apart from its twin. In an instant, his fingertips were brushing
lengthwise along the panel of her panties shielding her pussy. She almost came
there and then.
    She couldn’t withstand the torture any longer. She pulled away from
Jason’s soft and firm mouth, while instinctively gripping the hand over her
breast and in between her thighs. She was blinking and trying to focus ahead of
her to the door which seemed like it stood a thousand
yards away. If she could just jump to her feet and make it there, she was sure
she’d be safe before she caved in to temptation.
    Her fingers tightened on the wrists of those manly, sinfully pleasurable
hands still attached to her breast and her secret center. And even as she held
on to push those hands aside, she found herself closing her eyes with a ragged
sigh. Seriously, she should have seen this coming. Hadn’t she known, deep, deep
down, how this would go?
    “Bea,” Ryan’s husky voice said in her ear, his lips now trailing down to
her arched nape.
    “Time’s up,” Jason reminded