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Her fantasies had begun to take on a life of their own. Especially when the men and their women were around the pool. She could easily imagine being one of those women. She didn’t really care which man she imagined touching her. Their images would overlap. She could never really keep them separated. Just thinking about what they did inside that house with those women made her jealous, and she had no idea why.

It also made her wet and horny as hell, and she knew exactly why.

She had it bad.

She’d have to get over it, because she simply didn’t have time to strike up a physical relationship with either of them. God forbid it should lead to anything more, anything serious. Nothing could get in the way of her goals of taking this advanced technology back to Earth, and, hopefully, leaving a small piece of human medicine behind.

Dimming the window for privacy, Mara turned out the lights and headed for bed. Not that she expected a good night’s sleep. She’d given up expecting that months ago. If her rest was to be disturbed, at least her dreams made the long hours worthwhile -- dreams where she experienced the pleasure both men could give her.

Mara sighed. Exhaustion. It had to be exhaustion causing her insomnia. She’d been pushing herself at a grueling pace ever since she’d arrived on Gothe’mar. What else should she expect?

But what a pleasant way to lose sleep.

Giving her pillow a solid punch, she drifted off to sleep, welcoming the sinfully erotic dreams she hoped would follow.

?* * *

Mikkarn held Mara tightly as he thrust into her tight, grasping cunt with all his might. Mara knew she was wet and welcoming, as always.

She whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her heels on his ass and giving herself leverage to fuck him as vigorously as he fucked her. Her nails raked his back with cutting force as she writhed underneath him, a woman well in the arms of passion.

Mara clutched Mikkarn’s steely arms as he rode her body. His blue eyes darkened in his ecstasy and he looked like some angelic demon. His beautiful face was almost fierce as he fought for… something Mara couldn’t quite grasp. He needed something, something she could give him, if she only knew what it was.

He growled as he lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth over and over, mimicking their wild fucking. Closing her eyes, she moaned as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

Only, his hair was too short, cut almost to his scalp.

When he raised his head, she was looking into the gentle, passion-glazed eyes of Kiril. In one smooth motion, he rolled her over, letting her straddle his hips as she rode him at her leisure.

He palmed a breast in each hand, pulling the nipples, pinching them gently. Mara cried out, throwing her head back.

Grabbing her hips, Kiril surged upward, driving his cock as deep as he could. No way he would last long. Her sweet, tight cunt grasped him until he thought he’d die from the pleasure. He loosened the pins holding her hair in place and tangled his fingers in the unruly mass.

He needed more.

Pulling her down for a kiss, Kiril groaned as he rolled them once again. He plunged into her, one hand roaming down her body to her ass, urging her to move with him.

He growled, pulling her head back by the hair so he could see her face when she came. To his shock, it wasn’t Mara’s sea-green eyes that gazed back at him, but the icy-blue eyes of Mikkarn.

He wanted to stop. He wanted to pull himself out of Mikkarn’s body, but he couldn’t. All he could do was pound the man’s ass mercilessly.

Mikkarn’s own cock was straining upwards and a drop of pre-come oozed from the tip. Without thought, Kiril took Mikkarn’s cock in his hand and pumped in time with his own thrusts.

Mikkarn’s manhood throbbed.

Kiril’s balls tightened…

?* * *

Mara’s scream that echoed in each man’s head as they both woke, panting and sweating. Each in his own bed.

The dreams were about to drive Mikkarn crazy. He couldn’t continue to work with Mara in his present state. He went up in flames every time she came near, but he had two damned good reasons why he couldn’t pass her off to someone else in Medical Command.

First, she had knowledge he wanted almost as much as he wanted her. Secondly, and this was really the more important reason, he absolutely couldn’t stand the thought of another man working so closely with her.

That was the least of his worries.

Kiril. They had been friends since boyhood. Kiril looked out for the weaker Mikkarn. Kiril had always been there to watch over him, had insisted on going to Earth with Mikkarn as a bodyguard. He’d made the request to a “high official in Medical Command.” They’d spent a great deal of time together the last couple of years and were very attuned to one another. Perhaps that was the reason for Mikkarn’s dreams. The gods knew the only thing on his mind since meeting Mara was very carnal, very sweaty sex.

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