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Holy fuck!

That tongue swirled and played, gliding effortlessly and wonderfully against mine. In no time at all, I was kissing him back. Rolling my breathless mouth against his, as I wrapped my hands around his two big upper arms and pulled his body even tighter against mine.

Oh my GOD.

A distinct bulge had formed against the small of my back, and in an instant I knew what it was. Maverick’s hands had slid around me from behind. They cupped my breasts, lifting them gently. Causing me to gasp into Gage’s sweet, open mouth, as Maverick’s fingers spread and his thumbs dragged tight circles over my shirt, right around the edges of my areolae.

I sighed, squirming backward against something I hadn’t had in so very long. I used one hand to squeeze Gage’s gorgeous bicep, marveling at its hardness, while reaching back with my other hand to pull Maverick against me.

Yes…

My hand clawed a very tight, extremely well-formed ass. My fingers dug in…

Is this what you really want?

Shit, seriously? I’d been unwillingly celibate for what seemed like forever! Totally and completely without release, except for whatever limited pleasure I managed to grant myself a few nights per week before bed.

Right now I was stuck in Arizona of all places, on a now-failed mission. Stranded by a violent storm. Forced to hole up in some beautiful yet cozy house in the middle of the desert, with two hot Navy SEALs and a bottle of wine to keep me company.

Two SEALs who were now kissing me into a wet, wonderful oblivion… while their four big hands began roaming my eager body.

Fuuuuuck…

“Please tell me you’ve got a bed big enough for this?” I murmured, pushing back to look them both in the eye.

My hands wandered upward, to the backs of their warm, manly necks. Extending my fingers, I sifted my painted fingertips sensuously and lovingly into their hair.

“Hmmm…” Maverick chuckled softly. His eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at me. His voice was breathless, and choked with lust.

Gage’s wicked grin however, was a mile wide.

“Come upstairs and find out,” the blond grunted, hoisting me easily over one boulder-like shoulder.

Fourteen

JULIANA

The room at the top of the stairs was warm and dim and wholly inviting, the king-sized bed covered with a white, pillowy comforter made of the softest down.

I didn’t find out for several minutes, though. And that’s because the boys stood me up to disrobe me, kissing me all over as they slowly peeled the clothes from my shivering, shuddering body. I arched my back as my shirt hit the floor, and two warm mouths closed over my exposed breasts. They fed on me for a long time, feeling me all over, taking turns piercing the thin, delicate waistband of my satin thong, which by now was so soaked through you could’ve wrung it out like a washcloth.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for them. I knew that the instant Gabe rolled my panties down over my thighs, pausing only to bury his beautiful face between my legs and inhale deeply.

“Get her on the bed.”

It happened without even a sense of movement, almost without motion. One second I was standing there shaking with lust, clutching Maverick against my chest, and the next I’d been lifted and somehow gently deposited right in the center of the enormous bed, my back feeling momentarily cool against the linens.

I wanted to close my eyes. To just lay back and enjoy the epic adventure that was about to happen. But even more, I wanted tosee. I needed to witness every last detail of this night because I might never get another one, not like this.

Two guys, plus me.

It was a fantasy. A crazy, ridiculous dream I’d always wondered about, and whether or not it could ever happen. There were times throughout my adult life when I thought I could do it, but there were too many rules I’d already set in my head. For example, it couldn’t be anyone I knew. No friends, or ex-boyfriends even. It had to be strangers for it to work. But nottotalstrangers either.