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“Look, you’re obviously having fun,” Aric pointed out. “I know you are. If you weren’t, you’d already be home by now.”

Fun. It wasn’t exactly the word I’d use, but it was pretty damned close. Maverick and Gage had driven me back to The Renaissance the day after the storm, where they’d ravaged me again before leaving me a sopping wet mess in the center of my hotel bed. I’d lay there reeling for a while, enjoying the breathless thrill of being so thoroughly and doubly taken while staring up at the ceiling. Wondering whether or not I had time for a bite to eat before dropping off my rental on the way to the airport, for my trip back to New York.

Only I hadn’t gone to the airport.

I hadn’t dropped off the rental either.

Instead I’d extended my stay, added a few days to my rental car, then took the longest, hottest, most baptismal shower of my entire life. From there I ate dinner at the hotel, caught up on phone calls and emails, and generally tied up any loose ends back at the agency.

Finally, with nothing left to do, I’d driven all the way back out to the guys’ house and knocked on their door again.

Fuck yeah you did.

It was shameless and I knew it was shameless, but Maverick and Gage had been thrilled to see me just the same. They’d welcomed me back with open arms, and I’d taken them into their respective bedrooms and done everything in the world to show them just how happy I was to be there.

That was fourdaysago. And here I still was.

“Juliana?”

Aric’s deep, baritone voice snapped me back to reality. I’d spent the better part of a sex-soaked week in a haze of euphoria, running half-naked around this beautiful house in the desert, being passed back and forth between two sizzling hot military men. They’d done me in just about every room, spreading me over almost every surface. And I’d been brazen about taking them, too. I’d been every bit as depraved and audacious in my own wants, needs, and desires…

“Day after tomorrow,” I blurted finally. “I’ll be home the day after tomorrow.”

I heard the familiar sound of Aric’s glasses as they clattered to the surface of his glass desk. It was eleven o’clock in New York, and he was still at the office. I could visualize him rubbing his tired eyes.

“That’s fine,” he said eventually. “But seriously, take as much time as you like.”

“Why, so you can take over my company while I’m gone?” I chided him.

“Maybe,” he allowed. “Although that might take a little more than a single week.”

“You do the math on that already?”

Two and half thousand miles away, my assistant chuckled evilly.

Just then Gage walked in, striding through an archway off to my left. He was gloriously shirtless. His whole body glistened with the sweat of his afternoon workout, and now it gleamed in the afternoon sun.

He saw me bent casually over one of the little tables in the foyer, pen and paper in hand, and grinned.

“Aric, listen,” I said into the phone. “Stay on top of things. And when I get back there—”

Two hands went to my hips. They hooked themselves through the waistband of my shorts and shimmied them downward.

“I— uhh…”

My body shuddered excitedly as Gage folded around me from behind. He took his own shorts down, and a moment later I felt something warm, thick, and extremely familiar pressed against my ass.

“I’m pretty sure I… well… I…”

I bit my lip with a gentle huff, as my G-string was pulled to one side. There was a satisfying SNAP as Gage stretched it out over my left cheek and let go of it like a rubber band.

“You’ll what?” Aric asked, confused.

My lover spread my rear end apart with one big hand, while using the other to drag himself up and down through my now dripping furrow. I was wet all the time strutting around this place. And with good reason.

“Never mind,” I answered, still biting my lip in anticipation of the first thrust. “I guess I really just wanted to say… thanks.”

“You’re thanking me?” Aric chuckled. “Seriously?”