Risking it All

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Risking it All

ISBN 9781419916168
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Risking it All Copyright © 2008 Anna J. Evans

Edited by Briana St. James.
Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.

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Chapter One

“Just five more minutes,” Catalina whispered to herself, her voice shaking slightly.

Damn, that wasn’t good. She couldn’t be that nervous. There was no reason to be

that nervous. She trusted Anthony. Completely.

They’d worked together for two years and he had never been anything but a

complete sweetheart. He wouldn’t plan something that would make her uncomfortable.

She just had to relax…try to focus on something else until her mystery date arrived.

With a sigh, she gathered the pencils on her desk and began inserting them, one by

one, into the electric sharpener. Most people used pens but Cat liked pencils, dammit.

Just the way they smelled brought her comfort. The soothing, buzzing sound filled the

rapidly emptying office, masking the voices of her coworkers making weekend plans as

they hurried to the elevator.

On any other Friday night, Cat would be racing for the door right now as well, past

ready to get home to her apartment and into her comfiest pair of pajamas. Fantasies

Unlimited was a great place to work but by the end of the week Catalina started to feel

all those hours spent in three-inch heels. Other caseworkers could get away with

dressing down for some of their clients but not Cat. At forty-two, she needed every

ounce of sex appeal she could get. Unfortunately, that included shoes with heels so tiny

more than one man had wondered aloud how she managed to maintain her balance.

Of course, lately, she hadn’t had many men wondering aloud about…anything.

Her profile was requested less and less frequently. Catalina knew the time was

coming when she’d be asked to alter her list of services or withdraw from casework

altogether. She’d still have a job and a place in the company—her boss Danielle had

assured her of that—but she’d no longer be out in the field. After a certain age, the only

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men looking for fantasy fulfillment with older women were those with mommy

fantasies. Catalina wasn’t certain she could help act that out with a straight face.

The caseworkers at Fantasies Unlimited never had sex with their clients but they

did help them live out sensual scenarios. Catalina, with her wild raven hair, light

caramel skin and abundant curves, had been a huge success playing the sassy,

seductive Latina. It didn’t matter that the closest she’d ever been to Mexico or Spain

was eating at one of the restaurants over on Eighth Avenue, she knew how to add a hint

of an accent to her smooth, honeyed voice, how to give the men looking for a Salma

Hayek fantasy exactly what they wanted.

She’d enjoyed her work since her first day on the job ten years ago when she’d

finally given up going on auditions and put her acting training to work actually making

a living wage. She loved her unique career and didn’t want to give up the rush of

playing a new part every night.

But would she be able to enjoy playing the part of a mommy figure to a much

younger man? She still felt like a woman in her sensual prime, not a sexless authority

figure. She still looked at men in their twenties and thirties and found them attractive,

and not in a “what a nice young man, he could be my son” type of way.

Hell, even Anthony made her heart beat faster when he stopped by her cubicle to

chat or see if she wanted to hit the sandwich cart and have a picnic by the fountain

outside their high-rise. Anthony, who was twenty-eight and made no secret of the fact

that his romantic interests lay with members of his own sex.

Anthony specialized in homoerotic fantasies and was booked solid for months.

With his dark, Italian good looks and body straight out of an underwear ad, the boy

was truly the stuff fantasies were made of. And he was a complete sweetheart as well as

a stud. He was head over leather loafers in love and deeply loyal to his equally

stunning partner, Chris.

And was always ready to help out a friend. Like Catalina.

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He’d seen how down she was about her lack of bookings and immediately set about

creating a fantasy night just for her. One that would take her mind off her troubles and

finally allow her to experience the services of Fantasies Unlimited from the other side of

the fence.

Too bad Catalina knew Anthony wouldn’t be taking her out. He probably thought

of her as a mother figure too, or a big sister figure at best. He’d said he had the perfect

man in mind but Catalina doubted whoever it was could be as perfect as Anthony

himself.

“Not going to think about that either,” Cat said, setting down the last of her

sharpened pencils.

She was not going to think about Anthony’s perfectly sculpted upper body or the

way his waist narrowed into his jeans. She was not going to think about the dark eyes

that always made her heart beat faster. Or the plump mounds of his ass or how many

times she’d fantasized about digging her long nails into that flesh while he—

“Ohmygod!” Catalina cried out as something soft wrapped around her eyes.

Whoever was behind her had already knotted the fabric by the time she lifted her

hands, determined to pull the blindfold off. Instead, she found her wrists captured in

two strong hands.

“Don’t fight me, Catalina. I’m here to give you what you’ve been craving.” The

voice wasn’t Anthony’s but it was just as deep and assured and sent a flash of

excitement whispering across her skin.

“Are you the man Anthony said—”

“No talking either. Keep that pretty mouth closed until I tell you it’s time for you to

speak.” The pressure on her wrists intensified as the man behind her pulled Catalina to

her feet. She knew she should be scared or angry or…some other emotion in keeping

with the fact that she was being kidnapped.

But instead she found herself…excited.

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The feel of the man’s large, calloused hands completely encircling her small wrists

made things low in her body tighten. She’d never dreamed she’d be turned-on by being

dragged away to god only knew where by a complete stranger, but the proof was on

her increasingly damp panties. She was more aroused than she’d been in ages and

could feel her nipples drawing tight inside her bra.

The red sweater she’d chosen today was so thin Catalina was sure the man holding

her would see if he chose to look. Maybe he was looking at that very moment. Maybe

he was thinking about pulling up her sweater, tugging down the cup of her bra and

taking her pebbled tip in his mouth. Maybe he—

“Oh…god.” The words, ripe with her desire, sprang from her mouth without

warning as the man transferred his grip on her wrists to one hand and smoothed the

other over the curve of her ass.

“I told you not to speak, Catalina.” He delivered a sharp, deliberate swat to each

cheek, then smoothed his hand over her buttocks again, easing away the sting. “You’ve

got the nicest ass I’ve seen on a woman in ages. I can’t wait to get this skirt off.”

Something about the way he said “can’t wait to get” rang a bell deep in Catalina’s

lust-muddied mind. She’d heard this man say those words somewhere before with that

exact same, slightly foreign cadence. Though not with the same abundance of heat.

But where? Where had she heard it? Who was this man? she wondered as he guided

her into the elevator.

She was certain now that he wasn’t a stranger but for some reason that didn’t cool

her desire a single degree. As long as the blindfold was on and the fantasy underway,

they were both playing a role, behaving as wilder, more liberated versions of

themselves.

Wilder and more liberated, yes, but what’s with the rough stuff without a consent form?

And what about that swat on the ass and the comment about taking your skirt off? You know

caseworkers aren’t supposed to—

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Catalina stuffed an imaginary gag in the voice of reason’s mouth as she and her

captor exited the elevator on a different floor.

Anthony had obviously told this man it was okay to take things a little further with

Catalina, which was fine with her. Anthony knew it had been nearly six months since

she’d broken things off with Phillip, her fiancé of nearly eight years, and that she hadn’t

been on a date since then…let alone made any connections of a more intimate sort.

He probably thought she needed a little touching, some stimulation of a naughtier

variety and had found a man who didn’t mind taking the fantasy game a little further.

For a moment, the thought made her even more aroused. Before the damn voice of

reason spat out its gag and starting flapping its blasted lips.

He feels that sorry for you. So sorry that he hired a friend of his to act like he found you

attractive. Pathetic, Catalina, really—

This time she used imaginary rope to tie up the damn voice before she put the gag

in its mouth, determined not to focus on anything but the way this man’s breath puffed

against her bare neck—hot and smelling lightly of peppermint—as he pulled the back

of her body to the front of his and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“We’re here, Catalina. Are you ready for the next phase of your fantasy to begin?”

Was she ready, by god, yes, she was ready. “Yes, I’m—”

Her words ended in a gasp as the man behind her swatted her bottom again, harder

this time. “No talking until you have been given permission. Let me ask again, are you

ready for the next phase of your fantasy to begin?”

Catalina nodded her affirmation, biting her lip to keep from crying out should her

mystery man choose to slap her again. Thankfully…or maybe not so thankfully, since

she was rather enjoying his small punishments…he simply released her wrists after her

nod. Then she felt his hands at her blindfold, tugging at the knot he had made.

Excitement warred with fear as Catalina’s mind raced, desperately trying to

remember where she’d heard the man’s voice before his identity was revealed. If only

she was allowed to speak, she would ask him to leave the blindfold on, to spare her the

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embarrassment of knowing exactly who it was who knew how to arouse her with such

expert skill.

“Wiggle your fingers if this feels too tight.” He transferred the fabric that had

covered her eyes down to her wrists, binding them tightly together. But not too tightly.

Catalina didn’t wiggle her fingers. She simply stood as still as possible, blinking

away the fuzziness, vision swimming for a moment as her eyes struggled to adjust to

the dim light in the room. She had no idea where she was, hadn’t even known there

were private residences in the Mertz building.

But evidently there were and the man behind her lived here. Signs that this was a

masculine residence were everywhere, from the dark, scarred leather couch to the

collection of antique pipes on the wall to the faint smell of spicy male cologne that hung

in the air.

Cologne…god, that cologne was so familiar.

Catalina realized where she had smelled that unique scent only seconds before

Anthony walked into the room. He emerged from one of the darkened hallways

looking even more amazing than usual, though she hadn’t imagined such a thing

possible.

But then, she’d never seen the boy in the buff. Or nearly in the buff. The black towel

wrapped around his waist left very little to the imagination. It hung low on his hips,

revealing that delicious groove some truly toned men had between their leg and

abdomen. Said abdomen was still slick with water from his shower, which only served

to accentuate the definition of his six-pack.

Or was it an eight-pack? Surely there were more muscles on the man than the

average human male.

“Hey, Cat,” Anthony said, laughing as he tossed his damp black hair out of his

eyes. “You two are early.” His dark gaze moved to the man behind her, flashing with

unmistakable heat.

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“I saw her sitting there, sharpening pencils of all things, and I couldn’t wait.” The

man crossed the room to take Anthony in his arms, giving Cat time to curse herself for

being such an idiot.

It was Chris, Anthony’s Chris, who had kidnapped her. She should have known as

soon as she realized they were in a private residence. Chris Sorenson and his brother

were co-owners of the Mertz building, Norwegian transplants who gave new meaning

to the word “sexy”. It made complete sense that he had an apartment here….or a

penthouse, it seemed, from the view of the city outside the picture window behind the

two men.

With the lights twinkling behind them as they embraced, the two lovers looked like

something from a movie. They were truly stunning young men. Anthony with his dark

hair and eyes and Chris with his long honey-colored hair that he wore in a thick braid.

They were so beautiful it made her heart ache, an ache that moved slowly southward as

their embrace turned into a kiss and Chris’ hands roamed over Anthony’s slightly

damp skin.

Catalina closed her eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath but it did nothing to

banish the lust surging through her body. Heat rushed into her panties and the image of

Chris’ tongue sliding into Anthony’s mouth played behind her lids. God, she’d never

imagined watching two men touch each other would affect her so strongly, especially

watching two men she knew had no interest in adding a third to their play.

Are you sure about that? If they aren’t interested then why are you here? Why are your

hands tied behind your back, why did Chris run his hands over your—

This time Catalina was glad the voice of reason had somehow managed to escape

its bonds and pull the gag out of its mouth. Finally it had something to exciting to say,

something so exciting she risked opening her eyes once more.

Chris was still kissing Anthony but he was moving lower on the other man’s body,

his tongue trailing down Anthony’s damp neck. He nibbled at the slightly taller man’s

shoulder, swirled his tongue around one dusky flat nipple and then opened his mouth

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and took the erect tip between his teeth, biting down until Anthony’s breath hissed out

between his parted lips.

The sound drew Catalina’s attention back to her friend’s face where she was

shocked to see Anthony’s eyes not on Chris, but on…her. He was watching her with

curiosity and that same heat she’d seen a dozen times before but only when those dark

eyes were fixed on Chris, his boyfriend, his lover.

How many times had she watched that same expression sweep over his face as

Anthony leapt from his chair and ran to greet Chris when his boyfriend dropped by for

a surprise visit? How many times had her insides twisted with jealousy, a jealousy she

had assumed was simply for the easy love the two men obviously shared, not anything

more personal?

But how many times had she secretly wished Anthony would turn that dark,

wanting look on her, even for a moment?

He must have seen the truth on her face, read it somehow in the hundred everyday

interactions that had made them friends. And so he’d decided to help her live out the

fantasy by letting her watch while Chris made love to him? By pretending he found her

attractive while his boyfriend went down on him? Or maybe Chris really did swing

both ways and Anthony had convinced his lover to have pity on Catalina and play at

being her captor and partner in erotic play for the evening.

You’re right. You’re a charity case. Or a charity fuck if Chris is really planning to take your

skirt off like he said before.

“No,” Catalina whispered, pulling herself up to her full height and blinking away

the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

She might be lonely, she might be on the verge of becoming the stuff of “mommy

fantasies”, but she still had her pride. She didn’t really want to be with anyone who had

been persuaded to make love to her, whether that persuasion came in the form of

money or honeyed words from his lover or even simply compassion. She didn’t want

compassion, she wanted love…or at the very least lust.

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Cat dropped her eyes to the floor and waited until she was certain Anthony would

have turned his attention back to where Chris was drying him with his tongue. The

other man was on his knees now, laving at Anthony’s navel, clearly seconds away from

ripping that towel from Anthony’s hips and setting to work on more intimate things.

There was no way Anthony would be able to keep his eyes on Catalina, keep

pretending to find her interesting when his cock was seconds away from being sucked

between his lover’s full lips.

She’d always thought Chris had the most beautiful mouth she’d ever seen on a man

and she knew Anthony agreed. He’d gone on and on about those magic lips on more

than one occasion. Catalina had pretended to be fine with hearing those intimate

details, no matter the jealousy they often inspired. That was probably why Anthony

had thought this scenario would work, that she would be content to watch or take

whatever sloppy seconds Chris was willing to give.

“Wrong.” She spun on her heel and headed for the door. She’d figure a way to open

the door with her hands tied behind her back. She’d faced bigger challenges in her life.

She was a grown woman, for god’s sakes, a woman in her prime, and she wasn’t going

to get jerked around by two boys who hadn’t seen their thirtieth birthdays.

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Chapter Two

She was leaving!

Shit, maybe he’d been wrong, maybe Cat didn’t feel anything for him but

friendship. If there were a problem with the current situation, that had to be it, because

he knew she was ripe for an encounter like the one he and Chris had planned. Anthony

was booked solid at Fantasies Unlimited for the next six months because men liked the

way he was put together.

Well…not only because they liked the way he was put together.

Anthony was also a natural at reading people, their fears, their secret wishes, their

most hidden desires. Give him fifteen minutes with a potential client and he knew

exactly how to create a fantasy night they would never forget.

He’d had two years to read Cat, two years to see how she longed for something

more than the conventional happy ever after with a husband, two point four kids and a

condo in Hoboken. She was a sensual siren who flat-out leveled any man lucky enough

to book her services for the night. Anthony had seen men’s jaws drop as they laid eyes

on Cat in the flesh, as they realized she was even hotter than she looked in her picture

on the FU website.

An aura like Cat’s couldn’t be conveyed on film. You had to be up close and

personal to feel the rush of her energy tingling across your skin, to have the smell of

her—spice and some exotic fruit—teasing you into a state of arousal before you even

realized you were getting hard.

Damn, she’d had him stiff and aching more times than he could count. And

yet…she never seemed to realize. She was oblivious to the fact that watching her sip

soda from a straw made him wild with lust, that the way she crossed her ankles at her

desk was classy and crazy-making all at the same time.

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There had been a time when Anthony had been tempted to ask her out, despite the

fact that he hadn’t had a hetero relationship since he was seventeen. But then he’d met

Chris and known he’d found “the one” for him and pushed non-friendly thoughts

about Cat to the back of his mind. He’d been doing fairly well, denying his attraction to

the older woman until Chris confessed a year into their relationship that he considered

himself more bisexual than gay. Chris didn’t know if he could give up being with

women for the rest of his life, no matter how much he loved Anthony.

Luckily, however, Anthony had the perfect solution for both of them.

He’d brought Cat’s name into their conversations more and more, until finally

Chris had smelled what he was cooking. And been thrilled with the idea of inviting

Catalina Ferrara into their relationship. Though Chris didn’t know Cat as well as

Anthony, he’d confessed he’d found Anthony’s coworker scandalously hot since the

first time they’d been introduced. She was the sexiest woman either of them had ever

met in the flesh and she was Anthony’s best friend.

And she was leaving without even giving him and Chris a chance.

“Wait!” Anthony broke away from where Chris’ lips were teasing down toward his

cock.

He was across the room before she could reach the door, inserting himself between

Cat and the exit to Chris’ penthouse. He wasn’t going to let her go, not without making

damn certain she knew what she’d be missing if she didn’t stay.

“Please, get out of the way, I don’t—” She tried to move around him but Anthony

stopped her with hands on her shoulders, doing his best not to let his eyes drift down to

her amazing breasts. But with her arms tied behind her, making them thrust toward

him, it certainly wasn’t easy.

“No, I’m not letting you go.” Anthony moved closer, until he could feel the heat of

her body against the front of his own. She was burning up. He could feel the warmth of

her skin even through her sweater.

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She needed to be wearing fewer clothes and he was exactly the man to make that

happen. It was a decision he knew immediately was the right one. Call it instinct or

maybe it was simply a byproduct of being friends for so long, but he sensed Cat’s

reticence had more to do with some sort of misunderstanding rather than that she really

wasn’t up for a little adventure.

He’d seen the way she looked at him sometimes with an interest that wasn’t simply

friendly. She wanted to be with him and they’d discussed Chris’ finer points enough

times that he knew she found his partner attractive too. All that was left was to make

her comfortable and the best way Anthony knew to do that was to touch her. He was a

tactile person, the kind who always felt more connected to the people he loved when he

was running his hands over their skin.

Cat was one of those people he loved, whether she realized it or not, and it was high

time he started showing her how important she was to him, to his future.

“Anthony, please, I appreciate what you were trying to do, but—” She broke off

with a sharp inhalation when he slid his hands away from her shoulders, down her

torso, skimming the sides of her breasts. Her nipples tightened through the thin wool,

bringing a smile to Anthony’s lips.

“No, if you appreciated what I was trying to do, you wouldn’t be trying to leave.”

He smiled, letting the heat he was always careful to keep from his eyes creep into his

gaze. He smoothed one warm hand beneath her shirt, coming to rest on the soft skin

just above the waist of her skirt. She dropped her eyes to the floor as he pulled her

closer but the way she sucked in a breath through those full pouted lips was more than

encouraging.

God, her skin was like silk. So hot and smooth. He’d been dying to touch her for so

long that even this small intimacy was enough to make his cock harder, thicker, to build

the pressure in his sac until he ached in a way that wasn’t necessarily pleasurable.

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Or necessarily painful, either. Speaking of pain…that reminded him. He’d better lay

down the ground rules before they took her fantasy night any further. Assuming she

would change her mind and decide to stay, of course.

“Let me at least explain what Chris and I had in mind,” Anthony said, leaning

down so his lips were only inches away from Cat’s forehead. “Then, if you still want to

go…I’ll untie you and walk you down to the lobby myself.”

“In your towel?”

“Naked, if you’d prefer it.”

Her cheeks reddened but her eyes finally lifted to meet his. “You are so full of shit.”

“No, really. I swear I will walk naked through the lobby of the Mertz building if

you decide you’re not interested in spending the night.” He smiled, the smile he’d used

to melt the resistance of countless people who would have stood in his way, but Cat’s

chocolate eyes only narrowed suspiciously in response.

“Spending the night? With Chris tying me up while you hang out and watch?” She

laughed but he could tell she didn’t find the idea amusing. Nope, she found it another

word that started with “a” and ended with “ing” and had a “rous” in between.

“Haven’t you always wanted to be tied up, Cat?” Anthony moved his hands down

to where her wrists were tied and threaded his fingers through hers. “Helpless to do

anything but enjoy the pleasure a man…or two, wants to give you?”

It took a moment but the light dawned and Cat’s eyes widened in shock. “You

mean…you…with Chris and…and…me?”

“Is that an invitation?” He leaned down, feathering his lips over Cat’s, his heart

beating triple time. “If so, I happily accept.”

“Stop it,” she said, the hurt in her voice making him freeze seconds before he’d

been prepared to ravage that mouth he’d dreamed about more nights than he could

count.

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He pulled away, looking down into angry, sad brown eyes. “Okay. I’m sorry, I

really thought you—”

“Thought I’d be grateful for the pity screw?” She pulled away from him, nearly

stumbling in her haste to put space between them.

“Wait a second, that’s not—”

“To be invited to play with you and your boyfriend as a one-night novelty act?”

“Cat, you’re crazy! That’s not—”

“No, you’re crazy if you think that just because I’ve got a few years on you boys that

I don’t have my pride, that I don’t—”

Anthony closed the distance to Cat in a matter of seconds and took her in his arms,

pulled her tightly to his body, making certain every inch of her pressed against every

inch of him. Especially those rock-hard inches stretching up toward his navel,

threatening to break free of the towel he’d thrown around his waist. “Does that feel like

someone who pities you?”

His hands had a mind of their own and soon they were filled with the swells of

Cat’s ass, urging her hips closer to his aching cock. “I’ve been dying to touch you like

this since the day we met. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Don’t you know—”

“But—but—you’re…gay! Right?” Her breath was coming faster and the look in her

eyes told Anthony she was just as eager to dispense with arguments as he was.

“Gay or straight, what man in his right mind wouldn’t want to make love to you?”

He kissed her then, hard, thoroughly, with all the passion he’d kept bottled up inside

him in the name of preserving their friendship and his relationship with Chris.

After tonight, neither would be the same. He’d known that going in so he might as

well go for broke. Cat’s lips parted and his tongue stroked inside. Anthony moaned as

he tasted her for the first time, spice and a hint of caramel from those candies she kept

on her desk and something else, a taste that was completely, uniquely Cat. It was that

taste that drove him absolutely insane.

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Somehow his towel ended up on the floor and Cat’s shirt tugged up over the swells

of her breasts. His hands found her erect tips through her lacy black bra, pinching and

tugging until she moaned, then pinching and tugging some more. Finally he fisted his

hands in the flimsy material and pulled, his cock twitching against the soft material of

Cat’s skirt as the tearing sound filled the room.

“That was extremely expensive, you crazy—”

“I’ll buy you another.” Anthony dropped his face to her gorgeous tits, moaning in

appreciation as he kissed and licked and finally teased his tongue across one rosy tip.

Her skin was so fucking soft and he knew it wasn’t just because he’d grown used to

Chris and the coarse, curly hairs that seemed to sprout all over his lover’s body—except

his back. Thank. God. Anthony still would have loved Chris but there would have been

a waxing party at their house every month, no question about it.

No, Cat’s skin was something special. As soft as a baby’s but with a scent that was

unmistakably all grown-up woman.

“Anthony, god.” She gasped, arching her back, urging his mouth closer to her

fevered flesh. But instead of satisfying her need for something a little rougher, he

transferred his mouth to her neck, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin.

“Please, I—” He swallowed her words with another kiss and pulled her closer, then

impossibly closer. He fisted his hands in her skirt, bunching the fabric up around her

waist before cupping her buttocks in his hands once more.

Damn, her underwear was nothing but a scrap of lace. The realization made him

dig his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, lifting Cat up his body, urging her clit up

and down his aching shaft. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How much I want to

be inside you?” he mumbled against her lips, his words sounding as breathless as he

felt.

With a moan, Cat looped one leg around his hips, bringing his cock into closer

contact with where she was hot, wet and as eager for this as he was. Nothing but a

scratchy bit of fabric separated them now and Anthony could feel the evidence of her

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need beginning to coat his aroused flesh as she ground against him, harder and faster,

until her breath came in desperate little pants and Anthony knew she was close to the

edge.

Unfortunately, so was he. But he couldn’t afford to lose control yet, not when the

entire night lay before them filled with the promise of pleasure. And not before Chris

had been invited to play.

“Wait, sweetheart.” Anthony pulled away from Cat but smoothed one hand up the

soft thigh she had wrapped around him, letting his fingers find their way inside those

wicked little panties.

The second he felt the slick flesh of her pussy—her completely bare, Brazilian-waxed,

good-god-did-she-know-what-that-did-to-a-man pussy—Anthony knew he wasn’t

going to be able to draw out her pleasure long. He was too desperate to be inside where

his fingers were playing. The wet, swollen folds were practically begging to be parted

wide so his cock could drive into the molten heat of her cunt. He wanted to ride her,

fuck her until she screamed his name as she came, harder than she had ever—

“Do you two mind if I say a few words before this goes any further?” Chris’ breath

was hot on Anthony’s neck, stirring the hairs there as he spoke. Anthony had been so

focused on the woman in his arms he hadn’t even noticed when Chris crossed the room

to stand behind him.

“Of course, love.” Anthony smiled as Chris pressed even closer to his back and he

felt the thick rod of the other man’s bare arousal nestling between the globes of his ass.

Thank God Chris had taken off his clothes before coming over, because Anthony

couldn’t think of anything hotter than feeling his lover’s hard cock between his cheeks

while he played with Cat’s pussy.

Except maybe feeling Chris’ cock easing into his ass while Anthony slid his own

arousal into the paradise between Cat’s legs. God. Damn. Just the thought was enough

to make his balls draw up and a bead of pre-cum leak from the slit at the head of his

cock.

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Chris’ hands smoothed around Anthony and down to cup Cat’s ass in his hands.

Cat took a shaky breath but didn’t pull away. Instead she let her eyes drift from

Anthony’s back to Chris’, heat mixing with the wariness in her gaze.

“Catalina, Anthony thought you’d enjoy spending time with both of us. Is that so?”

Chris’ voice was smooth, silky and as commanding as ever, making Anthony shiver in

expectation. No one knew how to take the lead in the bedroom like Chris. He trusted

the other man implicitly and prayed Cat would feel the same.

“Yes,” Cat said, her lips parted in an invitation it was hell to refuse. But refuse

Anthony did. He was going to have to behave until Chris gave him leave. Chris was in

control now, just the way the inborn submissive in Anthony liked it.

“He also thought you’d enjoy being dominated, having another person command

your pleasure. Is that also correct?” Anthony did his best not to groan as Chris kneaded

the flesh of Cat’s ass as he spoke, causing her slick little pussy to rub against his

engorged cock once more.

Cat shivered but the desire in her eyes intensified. “Yes, I would.”

“And would you enjoy having me be the first to command you?” Chris asked with

enough heat in his voice to catch the hairs at the back of Anthony’s neck on fire. “To

take responsibility for satisfying you, for keeping you safe?”

Cat hesitated for the slightest moment then flicked her tongue out over her lips

before she spoke. “Yes, on two conditions.”

“And those would be?” Chris sounded amused but Anthony felt his cock swell

between his cheeks. Anthony was a born Dom but he loved a little resistance from his

subs and wasn’t averse to swapping roles now and then. It had only happened a few

times but Anthony had taken his turn behind Chris, shoving his cock into his lover’s

oiled ass, ordering Chris not to play with himself and not to come until Anthony gave

him permission.

Fuck. All three of them had to get into bed. Now. Or Anthony was going to lose it

simply from the erotic thoughts surging through his mind.

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“I don’t want to call you Master or anything like that.”

“That’s fine,” Chris said with a laugh. “I’ve never gone for that anyway. It’s a little

too hardcore for my taste.”

“Good.” Cat smiled and Anthony could read the approval in her eyes. Approval

and an increasing respect for Chris.

“And the second condition?”

“I get a safe word, something to say if things start going too far. How about

‘photographer’? That’s not a word that should come up in casual bedroom

conversation.”

Anthony did his best to conceal his shock but failed. Cat saw his jaw drop and

laughed. “Come on, Anthony. Did you think I’ve never played these kinds of games

before? I’m forty-two years old and I’m not afraid to try new things, in the bedroom or

out.”

“Speaking of new things, have you ever been with two men at the same time?”

Chris asked with a hint of shyness in his tone that made Anthony’s heart flip over.

Chris really wanted this to work. He loved Anthony and he was falling for Cat—fast. It

was evident in the way he spoke to her, in the reverent motions of his hands as he

teased the flesh of her ass with his fingers.

“No, I haven’t…but I can’t think of two more beautiful men to start with.”

“And maybe end with?” Anthony asked, regretting the words as soon as he felt

Chris tense behind him. His lover obviously hadn’t wanted to share the fact that they

hoped to make this a long-term arrangement until later in the evening. Well, too bad.

Anthony wanted everything out up front, wanted to let Cat know he would never want

to start something like this with her and not try to finish it. “I’m crazy about you, Cat,

and I—”

“I’m crazy about you too,” she said, silencing him with a swift kiss. “But let’s start

this before I lose my nerve. No more talking, Anthony, not until I’ve had this inside me

at least once.” She nudged her hips forward, grinding her center against his cock.

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Chris laughed, a rich sound that vibrated along Anthony’s skin. “I thought I was

supposed to be the one leading this evening?”

“Lead away, sir.” Cat smiled at Chris, that million-dollar smile that made her eyes

shine and never failed to warm Anthony all the way to the tips of his toes. She was so

beautiful and, for at least the night, she was his. His and Chris’.

“Anthony, take Cat to the bedroom and tie her hands to the headboard,” Chris said,

anticipation clear in his voice. “I’ll go get some of the toys and meet you both in there in

a few minutes.”

Anthony grinned as he watched Cat’s eyes widen on the word “toys”. Oh yeah,

they were in for one hell of a night. Hopefully, the first of many, many to come.

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Chapter Three

Anthony was just finishing tying Catalina’s wrists to the center rails on their

mission-style headboard when Chris entered the bedroom so thankfully he didn’t

notice the way Chris froze in the doorway, transfixed by the sight of the couple before

him. They were both so unbelievably perfect, the product of great genes honed by

healthy diet and exercise. Their dark skin—Catalina’s nearly caramel and Anthony’s a

duskier bronze—practically glowed in the candlelight, so beautiful it made Chris’ heart

ache.

And raised those same doubts that had plagued him all week since Anthony had

come up with this latest scheme.

What if Catalina couldn’t come to care for him the way she obviously cared for

Anthony? What if Anthony was so blown away by a night in bed with a woman like

Catalina that he decided he’d rather be with her without Chris in the picture? Anthony

had been “out” since he was seventeen and hadn’t dated or bedded a woman since.

What would happened once he realized the ways a real woman could give him

pleasure, that a skilled lover of either sex would blow those fumbling experiences he’d

had with a few teenaged girls right out of the water?

More than anything, Chris wanted the best for Anthony. That was why he’d

confessed to not knowing whether he could be faithful to Anthony alone for the rest of

his life. Chris craved both male and female energy in the bedroom, loved to slide his

body against hard planes and soft curves alike. A ménage à trois seemed the perfect

answer for his needs but was that really what Anthony needed?

And what about Catalina? She was so breathtaking that it was hard to believe she’d

never married. Was that because she was waiting for something like this or because she

wanted no part of a serious commitment? Chris needed commitment from his lovers. If

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he was to do his job as a Dom properly, he needed to know that his sub was as invested

in the relationship as he was.

“Are those…nipple clamps?” Her voice was a seduction in and of itself, a husky,

sensual, purely feminine sound that made Chris’ cock even harder than it was already.

“They are.” He couldn’t help but smile as he read the delight in Catalina’s eyes.

She was as eager for this as Anthony had guessed she’d be. Chris felt his worries

leave him for the moment. He would just have to concentrate on giving this amazing

woman so much pleasure she’d be convinced she couldn’t do without him or Anthony.

Then she’d simply have to take them both into her life—and her bed—as a package

deal.

And what better way to do that than by indulging his craving for a taste of that

feminine heat between her legs? Anthony had stripped her down to nothing but her

lacy underwear before binding her, and Chris would swear he could smell the faint

scent of her feminine musk. It made his mouth water and a violent twist of anticipation

knot low in his belly. He hadn’t been this hard in months and from the looks of things,

Anthony was in the same, sorry shape. They were going to have to take things a little

faster than he’d planned or risk them both losing control like schoolboys.

Chris crossed to the bed and placed the nipple clamps in Anthony’s outstretched

hand. “You know what to do.”

Anthony set to work at Catalina’s breasts, licking and sucking her nipples into a

state of high arousal before twisting on the old-fashioned metal clamps that would keep

her in a constant state of stimulation. Chris stretched out next to her, bringing his hand

to play across the quivering flesh of her stomach as he whispered into the pink shell of

her ear.

“Any time you need to stop, I remember the word, but I hope you’ll open yourself

up to this as much as possible.” Chris took a deep breath, trying not to lose control as he

watched Anthony tighten the clamps and he slowly slid his hand under the waistband

of Catalina’s panties, delighted to find her bare and practically dripping with need.

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“You are so beautiful, so perfect, and I want nothing more than to give you pleasure, to

make you come so hard you forget you were ever loved by anyone other than Anthony

and I.”

“God, Chris…I want you to know, I—”

“Don’t talk,” he silenced her with one finger against her full lips. “No more talking

until you come. Then you can say my name if you like since I’ll be the one eating your

pussy.”

Chris paused, savoring the way the rhythm of her breath increased as his words

and the fingers he slid into her tight, wet pussy drove her arousal higher. “I can’t wait

to get my mouth on you, to get my tongue inside your cunt, to make you scream.”

Her breath rushed out of her parted lips and her eyes slid closed, a shudder

working through her that left no doubt she was as eager as he was. “Anthony, keep her

mouth busy.”

Chris couldn’t remember the last time he’d moved so fast. He was between

Catalina’s spread legs, ripping her lace underwear down her thighs before Anthony

could finish with the clamps. Once her panties were on the floor, Chris urged her thighs

ever wider, groaning as he saw what lay before him.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, making sure he spoke loud

enough for Catalina to hear. He brought his fingers to the sides of her lips, pulling them

apart, baring every fold and the slickness of her entry to his gaze. She truly had the

loveliest cunt on record, and Chris had seen his share. But he’d never seen such

delicately shaped lips even swollen and rosy with arousal or such a perfect little clit. It

protruded from the folds at the top of her sex, practically begging for him to lick and

suck.

But instead Chris forced himself to begin a little more slowly.

His cock pulsed angrily against the silk sheets as he kissed the soft flesh of one

thigh and then the other, letting his hot breath play across her wet heat as he moved

between the two. Soon she was squirming lightly beneath him but she didn’t speak,

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only moaned softly, a sound that was muffled by Anthony’s mouth on hers. Chris

looked up to see the pair kissing, tongues playing in and out of hot mouths, the passion

between them completely obvious.

Watching them make love to each other’s mouths soon had him even harder. His

sac was aching with the need to come, to lift away from Catalina’s pussy and drive his

cock where his mouth had been. But not yet, not until she’d come on his mouth, until

she’d screamed his name the way he’d given her permission to do.

Chris resumed his work in earnest, knowing the time for teasing had passed. He

worked his tongue through her slick folds, rimming her entry, applying just the

slightest pressure until she lifted her hips in a silent plea for more, letting him know she

was certainly paying attention to both the lover at her lips and the one busy between

her legs. Only then did Chris drive his tongue into her cunt, fucking her in slow,

languid movements that soon had her thighs trembling on either side of his face.

With a moan, Chris moved faster, bringing his thumb to her nub and circling,

slowly at first and then faster. His pressure on her clit increased in direct proportion to

the speed of his tongue in her pussy, faster and faster, harder and harder, until her sex

was even wetter, hotter. Finally, Chris felt her tense beneath him and her hips lifted

powerfully into his face.

“Chris!” His name had never sounded so good as it did coming from Catalina’s lips

as she came. He tried not to smile as he lapped up her cream, relishing the taste of her

passion. God, she was so sweet, so hot, so…completely irresistible.

Anthony put a condom in his hand before he could even ask for one, proving once

again that he was the most considerate, loving man in the world. Only Anthony would

watch another man fuck the woman he loved before he’d had the chance. It showed

how much Anthony loved him, making Chris’ heart ache as fiercely as the cock he

quickly sheathed with the rubber.

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“Fuck my ass, Anthony,” Chris said, his voice shaking as he positioned his cock at

Catalina’s entrance. He then brought his gaze to hers, holding those deep brown eyes

with his blue. “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Catalina?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her words turning to a moan as he drove inside her.

Damn, but she was tight. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise, letting Chris feel

the way the contractions of her last orgasm still worked through her body. “You feel

amazing,” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her, savoring the taste of

Anthony mixed with Catalina’s own addictive flavor.

“I’m not inside you yet,” Anthony said from behind him, a teasing note in his voice

though the way his fingers trembled as he spread oil on Chris’ anus made it clear he

was beyond ready to find some relief.

“God, yes.” Chris groaned as the blunt head of Anthony’s cock bumped up against

his rear entry and then slowly, gently pushed inside. Immediately Chris felt an increase

in the pleasure of being inside Catalina, if such a thing were possible.

Whether it was the stimulation of Anthony’s cock filling him so completely, or just

knowing that he was so intimately connected to two such amazing people, Chris

couldn’t be sure, but he felt a surge of emotion overwhelm him. After that, there was no

holding back.

He withdrew and then drove back into Catalina’s welcoming heat, thrusting until

he hit the end of her pussy and his balls were nestled in the crevice of her ass, grinding

against her clit with his pelvic bone in a way that made her moan. Soon Anthony found

the same rhythm behind him, filling Chris with his cock each time he withdrew from

Catalina’s pussy, making Chris echo the aroused sighs and moans issuing from their

woman’s mouth.

Their woman. God, Chris prayed she would agree to be theirs. He was already

addicted to her and he hadn’t even come yet. But he was close, crazy close.

“Oh god, oh god,” Catalina whispered, bucking beneath him, tugging at the bonds

that held her hands, her eyes darting from Chris to where Anthony worked behind him

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to the ceiling above them, obviously as turned-on by what they were sharing as Chris

was himself.

Soon she cried out, her pussy clamping down around where Chris stroked within

her, wet heat rushing out to coat his length and dampen his aching balls. Anthony

groaned a second later, his rhythm faltering as his breath hitched in and out. Then Chris

felt the hot stream of Anthony’s semen filling his ass, and found he couldn’t hold off his

own release any longer.

“Anthony! Catalina!” He called out both of their names as his cock jerked deep

inside Catalina’s pussy, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast, wringing every last drop

of cum from his sac.

Waves of pleasure rushed from his groin to every part of his body, bathing Chris in

pure carnal pleasure. His cock softened inside Catalina but he didn’t withdraw right

away, wanting to savor the feel of Anthony still inside him and Catalina’s body so tight

around him. Anthony relaxed his weight on top of him, and Chris found himself

sinking onto Catalina’s body, slowly so she could let him know if their combined

weight was too much.

She only sighed in contentment and wrapped her legs around both of them,

holding the three of them together with those unbelievably long, sexy lengths. They

stayed that way for awhile, no one speaking, just breathing in the delicious smell of sex

that filled the room.

“You guys…should have told me…about that mirror,” Catalina finally said, clearly

out of breath in the best way possible.

“The mir—” Anthony broke off with a laugh that made his cock slip from Chris’

body. “Oh shit, I totally forgot about it. It’s been there so long I don’t even think about it

anymore.”

“Me either,” Chris said, pulling away from Catalina, knowing he had to dispose of

the condom before he grew any limper, but not really wanting to leave just yet. Already

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he was having thoughts of birth control that didn’t require rubbers even though

Catalina hadn’t agreed to return to their bed again.

But she would, he sensed, if that satisfied light in her eyes were anything to judge

by.

“Well, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of it. Once I saw you two…when

Anthony…” She let her words fade away as a blush heated her cheeks.

“When Anthony started to fuck me?” Chris asked, wrapping the condom in tissue

and throwing it away before beginning to untie Catalina.

“Yes,” she said, her voice back to sounding like pure sex.

“Did that turn you on?” Chris freed her wrists then pulled them to his mouth,

kissing the red marks where she had fought against her bonds while they were making

love.

“It did. So much,” she said, pausing to shoot Anthony a questioning look before

turning her eyes back to Chris. “I never thought it would but it was the hottest thing

I’ve ever seen. And it made me wonder…”

“Wonder what, babe?” Anthony asked, coming to sit on the other side of Catalina,

kissing her softly on the cheek as she folded her legs beneath her.

“Wonder what it would feel like to have one of you doing that to me, while the

other was…inside my pussy.” Her brown eyes slid quickly from Chris to Anthony,

trying to judge their reaction. “Is that…possible?”

“Oh hell, yes, it is, and it’s probable. As soon as we get a shower,” Anthony said.

Chris smiled as he leaned in to capture Catalina’s lips, marveling at how perfectly

this amazing woman fit his every fantasy. His tongue slipped into her mouth and was

joined seconds later by Anthony’s. Catalina enthusiastically joined the three-way kiss,

probing into one mouth and then the other, sighing with a contentment Chris

completely understood.

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It felt right between them, better than anything he’d ever known and there was no

way he was giving up either of these amazing people without a fight. He would

definitely do his best to help Anthony convince Catalina they were the men for her but

he preferred to use words as the last resort.

First they would make her come a few more times, make certain she was too limp

with pleasure to even think about refusing their request.

“Shower, to the shower,” Chris mumbled against two pairs of soft, plump lips.

“Yes, sir,” both Catalina and Anthony replied at the same time, making them all

laugh. He was being anything but the good Dom tonight, far too caught up with

emotion and the newness of what they were sharing to maintain control over himself,

let alone his lovers. But that would come in time. Chris had no doubt about that.

Bit by bit, they would show Catalina that he and Anthony could be everything

she’d ever wanted, the fulfillment of all of her most secret fantasies. It was going to be a

pleasure, especially considering Chris was as eager to try out her first request as she

was. He couldn’t wait to work his fingers and then his cock into her ass while Anthony

penetrated her pussy.

Just the thought of it was enough to make his cock thicken between his legs and

have him racing after Anthony and Catalina, who had already disappeared into their

master bath.

He’d never been more grateful for the extra-large shower he’d had installed last

spring when he and Anthony had decided they needed more space in which to indulge

their penchant for couple’s showers. There would be more than enough space for the

three of them to wash together. Not that it would have mattered if there wasn’t. Chris

would have simply demanded they all smoosh together and do the best they could. He

couldn’t stand to be separated from the others for a minute, not now, and not for any

time in the near future if he had anything to say about it.

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Chapter Four

Catalina moaned for what had to be the millionth time in the past few hours. She’d

never felt so amazingly alive, so sensually and carnally fulfilled as in the time she’d

shared with these two amazing men. Chris had gone from a relative stranger to a lover

with an ease that should have shocked her, but didn’t.

It just felt too…right between the three of them for there to be anything shocking

about it.

Their lovemaking had been, by far, the best of her life, and the shower afterward

gave new meaning to the word “foreplay”. She’d been soaped and scrubbed by four

eager hands that had paid special attention to every nook and cranny. Catalina doubted

her breasts or pussy had ever been so clean as after Anthony and Chris had washed her

all over. Three times for good measure.

By the time they got out of the shower, skin hot and pink, she was dying to have

them again. Both of them, any way they would take her. She’d ended up bent over the

sink with Anthony fucking her from behind. Feeling him inside her for the first time

had been…amazing, as amazing as she’d dreamed.

After a few minutes, Chris had taken his place behind Anthony, easing into

Anthony’s ass. All three of their eyes had met in the mirror as Anthony fucked Cat and

Chris fucked Anthony. The intimacy of the moment had brought tears to Cat’s eyes,

even though a wicked part of her had missed the unique thrill of watching Chris’ cock

push inside Anthony’s ass.

When Anthony had penetrated Chris earlier, she’d practically come from watching

the completion of the first thrust in the mirror above their bed. She’d never dreamed

seeing two men making love with such obvious enthusiasm could make her so wet, so

ready. But it did.

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In fact, she enjoyed seeing the two men kiss almost as much as getting a kiss from

one of them herself. She sighed as she lay back on the pillows, watching Chris and

Anthony’s tongues play languidly as they rubbed oil on each other’s cocks.

Her pussy contracted at the sight of those lovely rods, making her hyper-aware of

the beads in her ass. Chris had inserted them after their shower, sliding them inside her

one by one, helping prepare her body for what she wanted to do next. He demanded

she hold very still while he did it and not tense a single muscle, even when his lips and

teeth had moved to play at her breasts, tormenting her sensitive nipples.

Chris had slowly become more domineering, easing her into the process of

abandoning control to another. As they’d made love in the bathroom he’d demanded

she and Anthony to hold back, that they both keep from coming until he gave the word.

It had been insanely hard at first but also insanely hot. He’d driven them all into such a

frenzy of delayed pleasure that Cat’s knees had buckled when she’d finally found

release. A release so intense her vision blurred and she forgot how to breathe, how to

think, how to be anything but a mass of pleasure-filled nerves.

Afterward, Anthony had picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where

Chris did his wicked work with his anal beads before the boys returned to the shower

once more. They were much faster this time, however, and Cat dared to think it was

because they were as eager to continue exploring each other as she was.

Now they sat at the end of the bed, lubing their erections with spicy scented oil, the

same oil Chris had used to coat the beads inside her. God…those beads…they stretched

her in the most delicious way, and Cat knew she was close, so close to being ready to

take both of her men inside her.

Both of her men.

It was hard to believe, but it seemed Chris and Anthony wanted this to be more

than one night of pleasure, that they wanted her to become a permanent part of their

relationship. The idea was dizzying, but still…Cat hesitated to embrace the implied

offer wholeheartedly. What if the novelty of a threesome wore off and the men decided

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they wanted her out? Rejection by one man was difficult enough. She wasn’t sure if she

could handle rejection by two. And once she’d been rejected, how could she ever go

back to bedding one man at a time when she’d become accustomed to the bliss of four

hands, two sets of lips and two long, thick cocks?

And what about the age difference? She knew she still looked pretty good naked

right now, but she was in her forties. She’d be fifty in eight years and the boys would

only be in their mid to late thirties. Twenty-eight and forty-two might not sound so bad,

but fifty and thirty-six sounded…

“Like they’re dating a grandmother,” Cat mumbled aloud, closing her eyes against

the now painfully arousing sight of the two men stroking one another.

She couldn’t do this. She had to get out before she fell any harder for Anthony or

Chris, before she became too attached to this dream that would never be a logical

reality.

“She’s on the run again,” Anthony said, breaking away from Chris in time to snag

Cat’s ankle before she could make it off the bed. His hand was large enough that he

completely encircled the bone, making Cat feel delicate in comparison.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Chris moved to sit at the head of the bed,

pulling her back between his legs, until his erection pressed against the small of her

back, making her pussy ache even more fiercely.

“Listen, you two,” she said, forcing her tone to be all business despite the fact that

Anthony had spread her legs and now sat between them, effectively pinning her

between the two men…and their two, fantastically swollen erections.

Damn, this would be so much easier if they weren’t all naked and clearly ready to

continue what they’d started.

“I adore you, Anthony. I’ve loved you as a friend for years and…I really think I

could love you as more without a problem if I let myself.” Anthony’s warm eyes

brightened. “And Chris,” she said, turning to look into the dazzling blue eyes behind

her, “this night has been…amazing. You’re such a sweet, sexy man, and such fun…”

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“But?” Chris prodded gently. “I hear a but in there somewhere.”

“Me too,” Anthony said, the most adorable pout on his face.

“But this just wouldn’t work long-term. I’m fourteen years older than Anthony,”

she said, wincing as she said the number out loud. God, it sounded even worse than it

did in her head. “And I’m obviously quite a bit older than you, Chris.”

“Nine years, I’m thirty-three, not nearly as wet behind the ears as this one.” He

playfully jabbed Anthony in the chest, making the younger man grin and lean in for a

kiss—one for Chris and then one for Cat.

“Don’t try to distract me.” She laughed against his lips and the tongue he slyly tried

to slip between her teeth. “There’s too much of an age difference for this to work.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Anthony looked angry, an emotion rare enough for the easy-

tempered man that Cat was momentarily at a loss for words. “It’s worked tonight. More

than worked. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much fun…or felt so loved.”

“But what about eight years from now? When I’m fifty and you’re only—”

“I’ll still love you and want you. Are you crazy? Do think I’m so shallow that—”

“No, Anthony, I don’t think you’re shallow. But in eight years we’re going to be at

very different places in life,” Cat said, tears stinging at the backs of her eyes. “You’ll still

be a young man and I’m going to be winding things up…and I won’t want to be alone.”

“Why would you be alone?” Chris asked, the question an act of seduction as he

whispered softly into her ear. “If this works between us now, it will work between us

then, Cat. We want you for reasons other than the obvious physical attraction. You’re

Anthony’s best friend because you’re a caring, sweet, funny, fun-loving person. You’ll

still be that person in eight years and we’ll still be people capable of appreciating the

amazing woman you are.”

The tears in her eyes threatened to spill down over her cheeks, making her glad she

always wore waterproof mascara. “But…but won’t you—”

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“No, we won’t,” Anthony said, moving in for another kiss before his lips trailed

down her neck toward where her nipples were already pulled tight in anticipation.

“But what if—”

“What-ifs are things we can’t control. Why worry about things we can’t control?”

Chris’ hands stroked up and down her thighs and hips, then slowly moved down over

her mound.

Cat’s breath rushed from her lips as he teased his fingers over her clit and into her

pussy, dipping in and out of her slick heat while Anthony sucked her nipples into his

mouth. Quickly her desire built to the point argument was no longer possible. She

didn’t want to argue, she wanted to enjoy this night with these two men, men she might

even end up spending the rest of her life with.

“I love you, Cat,” Anthony whispered against her breast. Cat threaded her fingers

through his thick hair, grateful she had her hands free.

“I love you too,” she said, leaning back to capture Chris’ lips with her own for a

quick kiss. “And you, crazy as that sounds.”

“Doesn’t sound crazy to me. I knew I’d love you if Anthony did, he’s got

impeccable taste in partners if I do say so myself.”

Cat started to laugh but the sound turned into a gasp as Chris slowly removed the

beads from her ass. One by one they slid past the tight ring of her entrance, making her

hyper-aware of every inch of aroused flesh between her legs, inches that now included

her rear entry—a place she usually considered exit-only if the truth be told.

But now she couldn’t wait to feel Anthony pressing inside her ass, or Chris, either

one would be fine, better than fine. Wonderful.

“I want you inside me,” Cat said, gripping Anthony’s cock in her hand and stroking

him up and down. “And you.” Her other hand found Chris’ erection behind her,

circling his leaking tip with one finger.

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“No need to rush things, sweetheart. We’ve got the rest of the night, why don’t

we—”

“No, sorry, Chris. I want you now, both of you.” She was already wild with the

need to have them, both of them, to feel them shoving inside her, filling her, completing

her in the way she sensed only these two men could.

“Wait a second, tiger,” Anthony said, though he didn’t resist as she tackled him,

pressing him to the bed beneath them. Bracing her legs on either side of his narrow

hips, she reached between them, spreading the lips of her sex and positioning

Anthony’s cock at her entry.

“No more waiting,” she said as she impaled herself on him with a groan of pure

bliss. He was perfect, stretching every inch of her channel as he drove inside, lifting his

hips until he filled her completely.

“Looks like the lady is in charge this time,” Chris said, heat mixing with the humor

in his tone as he watched Cat begin to ride Anthony, slowly, sensuously lifting her hips

up and down his shaft.

Thank God she was on birth control so they didn’t have to worry about condoms

anymore. All three of them had been tested and he’d never been so grateful for a clean

bill of health. Anthony had never felt anything as perfect as the molten silk of her body

encasing his throbbing cock. He’d only lasted about ten minutes in the bathroom and

sensed he wouldn’t last much longer this time. He was too filled with emotion, too

overwhelmed by the fact that this amazing woman was his. For now and maybe for a

lifetime.

“Is that all right with you, sir?” Cat asked Chris, though her eyes were all for

Anthony as she bent over, teasing him with her breasts as she teased Chris with a

different view from where he sat behind her.

Damn, she was asking for it. And if he knew Chris, he was more than ready to give

it to her, give it to both of them. God, Anthony couldn’t wait to feel Chris’ balls pressed

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against his as he took Cat from behind, to know what it really felt like to share their

lover with him.

“That’s fine with me, sweetheart. Is this fine with you?” Chris’ oiled finger pressed

into Cat’s ass, a delicate penetration Anthony watched in the mirror above them. Shit,

how had he forgotten about the mirror the first time?

Easy, he’d been too blown away by the chance to make love to the woman he’d

fantasized about for so long. But not now. He was still overwhelmed by his good

fortune, to be in bed with two amazing people but not so overwhelmed he couldn’t get

off on watching first one then two fingers slide into Cat’s ass. That he couldn’t become

nearly breathless with arousal as Chris replaced his hands with the blunt head of his

cock and pushed inside.

“Fuck, yes!” Anthony cried out as Chris speared into Cat’s body, shocked to feel the

press of the other man’s cock against his own. They were only separated by the thinnest

of walls, the barest bit of Cat’s molten interior and it was, without a doubt, the most

amazing sensation of his life.

“You can say that again,” Cat whispered against his lips, her words turning to a

moan of pleasure as Chris held still within her for a moment, effectively stopping her

motion up and down Anthony’s shaft.

“You feel so amazing,” Chris said, bending over Cat, pressing a kiss to her cheek

before leaning farther forward to tangle his tongue with Anthony’s.

God, the sensations were almost too much—Chris’ cock filling Cat, making her

tight pussy even tighter, the way his lover’s balls pressed so intimately against his own,

the way Cat’s pussy gushed even more hot cream on his aching length. He wasn’t going

to last long, not long at all, especially if Cat kept making those sexy little mewling

noises as she circled her hips, grinding her clit against his pubis.

“Fuck me, boys, fuck me now or I’m going to come without you.”

Chris and Anthony were moving even before she completed her sentence. Chris

pulled back, giving Cat space to lift her hips, letting Anthony’s shaft slip out of her save

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the head. Then they both thrust back forward. They established a fierce rhythm almost

immediately, Chris pounding into Cat’s ass and Cat slamming her pussy back onto

Anthony’s shaft.

Soon only the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the occasional grunt or

moan broke the silence, but to Anthony it was the most erotic music he’d ever heard.

The tension mounting in his sac built to a ferocious peak and soon there was nothing he

could do to hold back.

He came, screaming Cat and Chris’ name and his lovers followed soon after, words

of love and lust pouring from their lips, kisses falling onto whatever body part came in

front of their eager lips. Anthony smiled as Chris licked a heated trail over Cat’s

shoulder and Cat feathered tiny kisses from Anthony’s chin up to his ear.

He could safely say he had never been so happy or so confident about the future.

He had his woman and his man and all the love any man could ever hope for. The gain

had been completely worth risking it all.

About the Author

Anna J. Evans came back to her true love of writing fiction after working Off-off-

off-Broadway and in a few Hollywood C-movies. She quit the biz to become a stay at

home Mom-Writer and she’s loving every minute of it!

Anna lives in Arkansas with her Air Force husband, her real-life romantic hero,

their three kids and all the stories still making their way from her imagination to the

page.

Anna has been awarded multiple Recommended Reads for her paranormal and

fantasy erotic adventures, but her favorite feedback always comes from fans. So feel free

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