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“Now it’s your turn, Connie. Touch me, taste me. Join us.”
    She didn’t have to be told twice. First, she ran her hands all over his back, glorying in his virile strength. Barrett lowered his head to continue his attention on Nicci’s pussy. Damn, the man felt good. His skin felt hot and alive and crackled with life under her fingers. Connie laid kisses up his back and over his shoulder. Barrett murmured his approval. She moved to his side and ran her tongue down the prominent veins on his arms. Barrett groaned.
    Whether it was her tongue or Nicci writhing under his mouth causing his husky moans, who knew? Maybe it was both. Connie’s gaze slid to Nicci, her head back on the pillow, her dark brown hair spread out, her eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
    He played her like a maestro and her body was his instrument. She’d lost count of how many times he’d brought her to climax, but each time the intensity was like none she had ever experienced. Nicci had been fascinated before at the sensual curve of his mouth, his lips. His body was glorious. Barrett’s hipbones were carved and prominent with bands of powerful sinew packed on his entire lower torso. She could not stop herself from touching and tasting his skin. Salt, sweat and strong, masculine male, an enticing mix. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine the sheer talent they possessed or the bliss they would give her.
    She drifted in a sensual and erotic haze as Barrett hooked his fingers deep inside her and rubbed while his tongue drew lazy circles around her clit. Nicci splayed her fingers across the broad expanse of shoulders nestled between her legs. Never before had she imagined the pleasurable heights to which Barrett would take her.
    Nicci was amazed at how stretched she’d felt straddling him earlier. She’d felt open and exposed. The sensation was nothing short of thrilling. When his tongue dragged slowly along her opening, she thought she would explode.
    Lifting her heavy eyelids, she observed Connie trailing her tongue along the corded muscle of Barrett’s side. The vision was wholly erotic. Connie was so right—they did need this and she didn’t want it to end. Nicci sighed, her senses reeling, as another surge of pleasure overtook her. More . She needed more. She raked her fingers through his hair again and tried to buck against him, but strong arms wrapped around her legs and held her in place as his mouth teased, sucked, and nibbled. Barrett groaned, and the sensation shot through Nicci like a jolt of electricity. The friction from Barrett’s fingers inside her intensified, his tongue, now focused solely on her clit, bringing her higher and higher. Her body shook, hot and cold waves of pleasure prickled her damp skin. Barrett lifted his head for an instant, and Nicci swore he breathed her name against her pussy as his mouth made contact again sending her over the edge in climax.
    Nicci’s head bounced off the pillow from the intensity of her release. For a brief, flickering moment, Brad entered her mind. Brad wasn’t exactly a slouch in the oral sex department either. A slice of guilt lodged under her rib cage and twisted, but she refused to let those emotions overcome her tonight. She was here for raw, unadulterated pleasure, nothing else.
    Barrett lifted his head and gave her a devastating smile; her essence glistened on his beard scruff. His eyes softened and for a second, Nicci almost wished this wasn’t some one-night stand. She wished they were alone and those thoughts were dangerous and worse—futile. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and stroking his cheek tenderly. Barrett closed his eyes and a soft, husky moan escaped his lips. He laid his hand on top of hers and burrowed his cheek deeper into her hand. He turned his face and kissed her palm and a jolt of white heat swept over her entire body. Nicci pulled her hand away in shock. Her gaze slid over to Connie, who watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow.
    Barrett