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Mikkarn wasn’t sure if Kiril realized the intensity of sexual frustration he was experiencing, but for the last year or so, Kiril had gone out of his way to find willing women for some much needed relief. It had started out simply enough. Kiril would introduce Mikkarn to a woman who just happened to be with the woman he had for himself. The night would be spent rather pleasantly, in private.

Then the time came when Kiril only brought one woman. Things had gotten a little out of control and they had shared her, with very satisfactory results for everyone. Since then, they had shared women often.

But they had never had sex with each other. Neverwantedto have sex with each other. What in the Universe was happening to him now? Mikkarn sighed. It was all becoming wearisome. His obsession with Mara, his growing attraction to Kiril -- nothing made sense anymore.

As he gazed out the partially dimmed window, he caught sight of Mara standing in front of her own window. Their respective dwellings were close together, something he loved to hate, and her shapely form, clad in a knee-length tunic, was clearly visible. It was the only time he had ever seen her hair fixed any way but in that severe bun.

Backlit softly, her hair surrounded her like a brilliant flame, the tresses tumbling about her face in an unruly mass of curls.

She paced restlessly, glancing toward the house often. Suddenly, she stopped and stared, transfixed by… something.

Confused, Mikkarn looked out the window to his left. Kiril had arrived.

With a guest.

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Mara couldn’t believe her eyes. Kiril stood by the pool, his arms wrapped around a painfully thin, fair-haired woman, kissing her with enough passion to curl any woman’s toes.

Mara knew her. Tamche was a Gothe’maran nurse who worked with Mara and Mikkarn. Mara had seen Tamche with Kiril several times over the last couple of weeks. Not that Mara was paying attention, of course. She just happened to notice. She also just happened to overhear the woman talking to other nurses about her plans to seduce the handsome doctor and his equally sexy bodyguard. From the one conversation Mara had witnessed, she realized Tamche was determined to have one or the other of them as her lover, “… until she could find a suitable mate…”

Bringing her thoughts back to the present, Mara realized Tamche was beginning her quest. Mara watched as Kiril cupped his hands underneath Tamche’s ass and picked her up. Mara took a step back. She should leave. This wasprivate.

But she didn’t.Couldn’t. It was almost as if her will was no longer her own. Her heart rate quickened, as did her breathing. A rush of heat curled inside her followed by a drop of moisture trickling from her sex.

Kiril carried Tamche up the two steps of the deck and set her on her feet. Mara watched in fascination as Kiril actually yanked Tamche’s blouse open. Tamche pulled her arms against her body. Apparently she wasn’t expecting him to start this outside. Kiril bent his head close to Tamche, saying something. Mara could see his lips move while he tugged the material from Tamche’s shoulders. His hands caressed her back and Kiril unhooked her bra. Mara could hardly breathe.

Kiril moved Tamche closer to the pool’s edge. He was so tall, when he dropped to his knees, his face was in perfect position for his lips to catch a nipple. He turned so that Mara had a good view. He kneaded Tamche’s very small breasts, tugging the nipples and alternately sucking each of them into his mouth. Kiril wrapped his arms around Tamche’s tiny waist.

Tamche’s head fell back. Mara could almost hear her moan. She knew she should not intrude, but she could no more look away than she could cut off her own hand. Or stop the moisture from soaking through her panties.

She watched as Kiril unzipped Tamche’s red flower print miniskirt and slid it down her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties. Mara gasped with Tamche as he shouldered her legs apart and licked her cunt. One slow swipe. Tamche grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer, her head falling back once again as she squealed her pleasure. Mara heard her this time, even through her closed doors and windows.

Mara moved closer to the window, absently pressing a hand to it as the other found her breast. She watched Kiril lower his mouth to Tamche’s cunt again. The woman’s legs gave way and she stumbled to the deck with Kiril’s mouth still tightly fused between her legs. With Tamche on her back, spread out before him, Kiril settled in to feast, the heavy muscles of his bronzed back rippling as he appeared to make himself more comfortable.

Mara kneaded her own breast, pulling at her nipple when Tamche cried out. Kiril dipped his head to Tamche’s intimate folds once again and Mara let her hand trail from her breast down her belly to the waistband of her panties. She hesitated only a moment before dipping her fingers to comb gently through her curls.

As Kiril entered Tamche with a finger, Mara finally gave in to her desire and glided one finger between the drenched lips of her pussy. She was shocked at how wet she was. Moisture had literally drenched her panties. The musk of her own arousal filled the air around her as she found her clit and moved in slow but persistent circles.

She watched with envy as Tamche received obvious pleasure from Kiril.Her Kiril. That thought followed her to orgasm. She ducked her head as she silently reached her peak. Shock waves pulsed through her body, the ultimate satisfaction.

What am I doing? Her post orgasmic bliss vanished before she could appreciate it and she was suddenly ashamed of herself. She’d just been a peeping Tom as her co-worker was mouth- and finger-fucked by one of the two men who had starred in her fantasies for the past two years. Flushed with guilt, Mara glanced up to see Kiril ushering Tamche inside.

Kiril stopped at the doorway, turned to capture Mara with that sharp gaze she’d always tried to avoid. The blood left her face. She looked away but couldn’t keep her gaze from his for long. When she looked back, there was amusement on his face as he touched a finger to his brow in salute and grinned. Then he followed Tamche inside.

Chapter Three

Kiril smiled. He had never been so turned on in his life! He knew from the moment he greeted Tamche that Mara could see them. Everything he’d done had been to see her reaction.So, little Miss Proper likes to watch? Interesting. He had this whole week’s end to get her wound up. Come the next work cycle, he intended for her to do a hell of a lot more than watch. Oh yes. He wanted her to be a very active participant indeed.

There was only one problem. From what he had observed over the past several months, the little minx seemed to have a thing not only for himself, but for Mikkarn as well. Under normal circumstances, he’d have no problem with both of them simply fucking her until they’d had her every way imaginable. He just seemed to want to keep this interesting woman for himself.

By the Universe! What was he doing? He was about to spend a week’s end with yetanotherwoman he wasn’t remotely attracted to while just across the way was this gorgeous woman he’d been dreaming about since he’d first laid eyes on her two years ago.

For now though, he’d whet her appetite. She liked to watch? He’d give her something to look at.

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When the video-phone chimed, it startled Mara so badly she blew a mouthful of milk out her nose. Somehow she knew who it was. It was just a question of which one. And if she would actually answer.

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