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He cocked his head, waiting for my response. I held my breath before telling him what I wanted. The thing I had been fantasizing about all day, something they had done together but I never had.

“You can stay,” I said lustily, “but you can’t just watch.”

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Brady

Is this girl fucken serious?

Heather was a goddamn smokeshow. A face made for Hollywood, and a body that was so luscious it caused me physical, debilitating pain. I missed most of the Lakers game because I kept glancing over at her long, smooth legs. The more of her whiskey sour she drank, the farther her dress slid up her thigh.

I wanted to do terrible, depraved things to this girl.

But of course, Rogan had already claimed her. Nothing I could do about that. Guys had a code, and I wasn’t going to touch her unless I knew Rogan was totally fine with it. Which I doubted he would be since the two of them had just started hooking up.

Keep it in your pants for the kids,I had been telling myself since she moved in yesterday.You can look, but don’t touch. Stripper rules.

But then she had teased Asher about some porno movie, and now the two of them were making out by the bar. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew I was buzzed. And if I didn’t extricate myself from the situation pronto, I was going to shatter the stripper rule.

And then she said it.

Heather said the words that shattered my heart into pieces, then put them back together, then pumped so fast that my cock was as hard as a Navy bulkhead.

“You can stay, but you can’t just watch.”

A threesome.

This stupidly-sexy woman wanted to have a threesome with me and Asher.

Here in the man-cave.

Right fucking now.

“Uh,” I said. Why was my mouth suddenly dry? “I’m not sure if, uh…” I swallowed and found the words that needed to be said. “Rogan. You’ve been with him, so I don’t want to fuck up anything that—”

“This was Rogan’s idea.” Heather pulled away from Asher’s embrace and strode to the door on those long, smooth legs. She closed the door and spun back around, blonde hair swirling around her face.

“It was?” I asked.

“He mentioned it to me, too,” Asher said. The color was returning to his face, but he was still breathing heavily. “He was serious.”

“And he’s not here,” Heather said, slowly walking back toward us. “Which means I need to be satisfied another way. And Idon’tmean by watching porn.”

I felt powerless to move as she approached. Her dress flowed over her curves like water, giving a glimpse of the shapely hips underneath. Her eyes were intense and demanding, more than usual for this sparkplug of a woman. I had a feeling that she was going to get what she wanted tonight, no matter what we thought.

Fortunately, I wanted her badly. More badly than I had wanted anything in a long time.

Heather melded her body against mine, letting me feel the warmth of her breasts through my shirt. She paused with her lips mere inches from mine; I could smell the whiskey sour on her breath, and the perfume-like scent of her shampoo. She stayed there, lips close but not touching, for several heartbeats.

Waiting.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I folded my arms around her and crushed my mouth against hers. Our lips churned animalistically, driven by pure desire rather than conscious thought. She was a woman, I was a man, and we wanted each other.

She pried her lips from mine, took my hand, and led me over to the couch. I shot Asher a look:Are we really doing this?

He gave me a nod that I recognized from many a mission:I’m in if you are.

You’re goddamn right I was in.

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