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to the erotic vision before her. Barrett shuddered and shook from his release. However, all his attention focused on eating out Nicci. His muscular forearms wrapped around her thighs possessively while sounds of his sucking and licking and Nicci’s moans intermingled to form a sex symphony. Connie watched in fascination as Barrett’s cock hardened the more he devoured her.
    Nicci and Barrett forgot she was even in the room. Connie wondered if she should be insulted or perhaps happy Nicci found abandoned pleasure with a younger, virile male. Maybe a little of both. She wasn’t going to sulk about it. Connie backed off the bed until her high heels hit the carpet, turned, then sashayed over to the mini bar. Another drink was in order.
    Leaning down, she snatched a mini of Grey Goose and slammed the bar fridge door. While pouring the contents over ice in a glass, she wondered if she should’ve called the cop instead of proposing this ménage scenario. Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself. There was definitely a slight shift and there was no mistaking the sparks flying off Nicci and Barrett. She didn’t want to be a third wheel or what the French call, de trop.
    Lifting the glass to her mouth, she heard Nicci cry out in climax. Barrett’s husky and sensual praiseful murmur caused a bolt of desire to slice through her. The man’s voice was sexy as hell. Connie shook her head and took a long swig. The vodka burned her throat and left a comforting, fiery trail. What was the cop’s name? Right, Nathan. Last month her office had been broken into and computers and other electronics were stolen. He was the detective on the case. She didn’t pay him much attention; he stood about five feet ten inches and was agreeable enough to look at. She didn’t detect a beer gut, but it was hard to tell under the Columbo-style trench coat he wore. His shoulders were very broad, always a plus.
    A full head of hair with sexy wisps of gray at the temples also appealed. She even thought it cute when he pulled out a pair of black framed glasses and put them on to take the report. Before he left, he gave Connie his card. He told her to call him if some night she wanted to go for coffee. She’d tossed it in the top drawer of her desk and didn’t give him another thought. Until now. How is it she remembered so much detail about Nathan the cop when she supposedly didn’t pay him much attention? And why did she put his card in her top drawer instead of the trash can? Easy answer there, she was interested, but scared to death of responding or acting on the sparks that flew between them. There was hardness around Nathan’s eyes she recalled, as if he had done and seen plenty, but there was kindness too. She could do with a little tenderness in her life right now. Connie took another swig. He was probably her age or a little older, maybe even on the dark side of fifty. Perhaps a more mature man would be a pleasant change. To be involved with a man who was comfortable in his skin, confident with his masculinity, and not arrogant or untrustworthy. Everything the Lizard was not. The idea of calling Nathan the cop grew more tempting by the minute.
    Soft, sensual moans filled the room. Christ, were they at it again? Connie took one last pull on the Grey Goose and walked back into the bedroom.
    Barrett had Nicci flat on her back enthusiastically licking her pussy once again. Nicci’s fingers grasped handfuls of his hair, urging him on. Wow. Connie didn’t know Nicci had it in her, though she knew from Nicci’s own lips she and Brad enjoyed a vigorous sex life. To see the proof of her friend’s passionate nature surprisingly made her hot. Barrett lifted his head and turned slightly to look over his broad shoulder. Damn, the man had the most amazing back, muscles on muscles, all shifting with jungle cat sleekness with every movement. Connie cocked her head. Barrett—why did he seem familiar somehow? Even his name.
    “There you are,” Barrett said.