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“What?” Seth and Sean replied at the same time.

“Talk to her?” Sean asked.

“About what?” Seth added.

“About what happened on the beach.”

“Butnothinghappened on the beach,” Sean said. “That’s the whole point.”

“You’re wrong. You guys nearly kissed—that’s something. If Gen’s going to work with us, she’s going to need to feel comfortable, and having lingering sexual tension in the air is the last thing we need if we want to achieve that.”

“Then let me talk to her,” Sean said. “I was the one that was there with her, after all.”

Seth laughed. “And risk it happening again? Bad idea.”

Sean let out a sigh, seeming to understand that his twin was right. “Fine. Guess it needs to be done by someone other than me.”

I nodded, pleased that we’d come to an agreement.

“Good. Then I’m going to run my errands, give Gen a little time to decompress. In the meantime, I want you both to make yourselves scarce. Work, hang out in your rooms, the gym, whatever. Just give her space.”

The guys signaled their approval. With that, I left the kitchen.

I was pleased with the plan. Gen needed reassurance, to know that her clients weren’t drooling after her behind her back. All the same, I had a thought I couldn’t shake... if wedidall want her in the way that was becoming increasingly obvious, and she wanted the same, why not give in?

My cock shifted as the thought of having her squirming underneath me appeared in my mind.

Chapter 11

Seth

Gen hadn’t come out of her room since returning from the beach. Part of me worried that she’d been able to pick up on the strange tension between the three of us.

I hoped that wasn’t the case.

I was in the middle of some laps in the basement Olympic pool, going back and forth through the water and trying my hardest to get the mental image of her in that orange-sherbet-colored bikini out of my head.

It wasn’t working. By the time my muscles were worn out and I wasn’t able to do one more single lap even if I’d wanted, I’d accepted that there was no quitting this woman, no getting her out of my head. With what little strength I had left, I pushed myself out of the pool and grabbed my towel, heading to the locker room.

I’d planned on only taking a quick shower, just long enough to wash the chlorine off me. The second I was in there, however, I found my hand moving down, taking hold of my half-hard cock and stroking slowly.

I leaned forward, resting my free hand on the cool shower tile and closing my eyes. Gen was right there in the forefront of my mind, a sensual smile on her face as she reached slowly behind her to undo the tie of her bikini top.

My hand moved over my cock, stroking it as I focused on the fantasy. Gen took off her top, her gorgeous eyes locked on mine as she let her full, round tits fall from it. Her breasts were the perfect size for a big pair of hands like mine, her nipples a dark pink.

She stood there in nothing but her bikini bottoms, moving her hands along the round curves of her hips.

“What are you waiting for? Take what you want.”

I could feel the orgasm rising from the base of my cock. A few more strokes and I’d unload for sure.

I didn’t. Instead, I took my hand from my shaft, the orgasm that had been right on the verge gradually receding.

I reached forward to the shower controls, turning the water from hot to ice cold, letting out a groan as the freezing water hit me like a damn truck. It didn’t feel good, but it sure as hell got the job done of pushing the wrong kinds of thoughts out of my head.

When I’d had enough, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying myself off as I made my way over to my gym bag.

As I dressed, I had a thought. Sam wanted to have the conversation with Gen all on his own, which made a certain kind of sense. One-on-one was better than three-on-one, and if the sexual tension between her and Sean had been as intense as I’d imagined, keeping those two apart would be a smart move.

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