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length of his cock beneath the navy slacks, her mouth watered. Devon moved in beside her. Both men wore twin grins. Tory shuddered.
     
    Devon couldn’t believe his eyes. Tory, the woman who had fueled too many fantasies to count, stood a mere few feet from Con’s bedroom. Devon licked his lips, anticipation humming along his nerve endings.
    His cock, already hard enough to drive spikes through cement blocks, strained against the tight confines of his slacks. He looked over at Con and saw the same hunger, the same wild need. Con’s gaze stayed on Tory as he stepped backward. Once. Twice. When his back hit the door to his bedroom, he asked, “Do you trust us, Tory?”
    Devon held his breath. Would she go through that door or would she tell them both to go to hell? With Tory, it was a toss-up. Her no-nonsense attitude had always been one of the things he’d loved so much about her. She said what she meant. She didn’t play games like some of the women he’d dated.
    “Yes, I trust you. I wouldn’t have come up here if I didn’t.”
    Devon exhaled. Con grinned, then reached behind his back, turned the knob and opened the door. He pushed it open and stepped aside. “After you, baby.”
    Tory looked over at him, her gaze eating him up. Devon easily saw the arousal, but there was a healthy dose of nerves too. He reached out and cupped her cheek. Damn, she had the softest skin. He’d never touched anything finer. “You know us, sugar. Better than anyone, I think.”
    “And when I go in there…” she sent a look toward Con’s bedroom, “…we’re going to be together.
    The three of us.”
    “Is that what you want?” Devon asked, his voice rough with the feelings coursing through him.
    “I-I don’t know.” Tory pushed a hand through her hair, mussing the shiny blonde strands. Devon ached to grab a handful and press it against his face. Tory’s hair always smelled like coconuts. He fucking loved coconuts.
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    As he moved his thumb over Tory’s bottom lip, he accidently smeared the pink gloss she’d applied earlier. Christ, he wanted her mouth naked. No paint, just smooth skin. And soon to be wrapped around his cock, if he had anything to say about it.
    “Would you like to hear what I want?”
    She snorted and wrapped her small hand around his wrist, then pulled his hand away from the temptation of her mouth. “I’m pretty sure I already have a good grasp on what you want, Devon.”
    Devon winked. “In case there’s any confusion, allow me spell it out.” He stepped closer, close enough to feel the soft weight of her breasts against his chest. He wondered about the shade of her nipples. Were they a dark mauve or a pretty pink? “I want you to walk through that door,” he softly demanded. “I want you to take off that lovely bit of sapphire satin. And I want you to let Con and me take you to paradise.
    That’s what I want. The question that needs answering now is, is that what you want?”
    Tory bit her lip, then turned and stepped over the threshold. He heard Con curse. Devon fisted his hands at his side, hoping beyond hope to maintain control. Slow, he reminded himself. Tory was intrigued, but she was a far cry from where he and Con were. They’d thought of this night for months. Tory had had only minutes to get used to the idea. They would need to be gentle.
    Devon entered the room after Tory. Con came in behind him, closing the door with a soft click. The music from downstairs could barely be heard. The only other sound in the gently lit room was the rapid beat of his heart. He’d heard the term before, but he’d never truly understood what it meant to hear your own heartbeat. He had a feeling it was beating so hard Con and Tory could probably hear the damn thing.
    “This is beautiful, Con,” Tory said as she looked around the room. Bright blue walls wouldn’t have been as attractive had the room not been decorated with white accents. Eggshell