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She wasn’t lying about being lucky. What woman wouldn’t want two men seeing to her sensual and sexual needs?

Standing behind her, Ford pinned his arm under her breasts so she could lean back into him. Settling her head against his broad shoulder, she closed her eyes, letting the fragrant steamand the two men take her away like one of those old Calgon commercials.

Suddenly, she was tightly sandwiched between them and when her eyelids lifted, she watched the two kiss each other deeply and passionately over her shoulder. As they did so, Ford’s hard-on pressed against the small of her back while Dylan’s pressed against her lower belly.

Reaching between the two men, she ended their kiss by cupping Dylan’s cheek. She then turned his head so they could kiss instead, and when it was over, she twisted her head enough to share a kiss with Ford.

“Carry on,” she encouraged.

Dylan’s eyes met Ford’s behind her. “Not in the shower.”

In what seemed like an unspoken agreement, they both backed off. While Dylan turned off the multitude of shower heads, Ford stepped out and grabbed a thick, fluffy towel folded on the counter nearby.

He held it up and open in an invitation. “Come to me.”

As soon as she did, he wrapped her up and began to vigorously dry her off. He even spent time toweling her hair dry as much as possible before grabbing another thick towel to use on himself.

After Dylan did the same, he grabbed a container of what looked like body butter from under the counter and scooped some out before passing it to Ford so he could do the same. As she stood naked in the center of the bathroom, they thoroughly massaged the silky, cocoa-scented moisturizer from her head to her toes.

And while they did that, she watched them work in the large mirror.

This can’t be real life.

“You smell good enough to eat,” Ford whispered against her ear.

“I hope I’m on the menu.”

“Don’t worry, you are,” Dylan assured her. He then gave her a playful smack on her bare ass and pointed toward the closed bedroom door. “Go.”

Of course, she went without delay. The pampering was spectacular, but she was ready to get down to the nitty gritty. Especially after eyeing up their equally spectacular bodies and more-than-ready cocks.

They were probably impatient to get to the real reason for tonight, too. But the question was, would they only fuck her, or would she finally get to see them fuck each other?

They would if she had a say in it. A simple kiss shared between them had lit her core on fire, seeing them fuck each other might make her combust.

Continuing the romantic theme, Dylan’s bedroom was bathed in a soft reddish glow, giving them enough light to see each other clearly but not be harsh.

She considered his oversized bed, stripped down to only a dark, fitted sheet. “Do you want to protect the bed?”

With three of them, it would get messy.

“I always use a waterproof mattress pad,” Dylan answered.

Smart.

He finished with, “And I promise you, it’ll be needed tonight.”

That promise made her thighs quiver.

She approached the bed, trailing a finger over the soft, silky sheet the same way she had with the tub. “Do you have tonight all planned out?” She paused and glanced over her bare shoulder.

“Only what happened in the bathroom.” Dylan approached where she waited at the head of the bed. “We’ll figure out the rest of the evening as we go.”

“We’ll follow our impulses,” she murmured.

Ford also came closer. “And our desires.”

Movement above her had her glancing up.What the?—

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