tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72409558537570802012024-02-19T10:31:20.170-08:00Tonya RamagosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14590551366085318925noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240955853757080201.post-71154648006417910132017-05-18T10:33:00.002-07:002017-05-18T10:33:32.272-07:00Double In has been republished...<div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #222222; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 0in;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When Porter and Reid Bishop step into Bull’s-Eye Billiards, Marsha Spencer knows trouble has found her with a capital T—squared. They were close friends once. Then, they turned on her. It’s been a year since their betrayal, but time hasn’t dulled the pain. By all rights, she should hate them. So why does the sight of them still send her into do-me overload?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Porter and Reid are determined to make amends with Marsha. They’ve given her time to stew. Now it’s time to make their move…with a few added changes. They don’t want things the friendly way they were before. They want Marsha’s sultry body sandwiched between them and her heart in their hands. Marsha always secretly lusted after Porter and Reid. But can she forgive and forget and embrace them both? It sure beats having to choose between them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But when the wrath of nature uncovers secrets from the past, all their lives change in an instant.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anticipation brought her to her tiptoes as he rested his forehead on her belly, his breath fanning her panties, heating the satin to a torturous state. His fingers climbed the inside of her legs, painting a path of sizzling need that raced straight to her pussy. Juices seeped from between her feminine lips, drenching the thin cotton strip between her legs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Fuck, you smell delicious,” Porter growled. He caught the triangle of material covering her pussy with a finger and pushed it aside. The sound he made put her in mind of a caged animal fighting for release. “Your pussy lips are bare. Damn, you don’t know how that turns me on. I can see your juices glistening on your lips. You’re soaked, darlin’.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She was. Her arousal collected in a thick, slick stream between her folds. What would it take to get him to dive a finger into that wetness, to push a digit inside her and take the edge off the rapidly mounting pressure in her channel?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Finger me. Better yet, feast on me, damn it!</i> The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them as she locked gazes with Reid. He must have read the question in her eyes, the plea and turmoil, the demands she wanted to scream at Porter. He cupped her cheek and the expression on his face softened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You gave yourself to us, remember.” Despite his tender touch, his tone held a hint of amusement as if he were enjoying her torment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh, she remembered all right, and she had no intentions of being an Indian giver. What she wanted was to increase the speed. She wanted Porter to let his animal out of its cage. She wanted Reid to get naked so she could feel his hard body skin-to-skin. She wanted to take, to explore their bodies as they were doing hers. Holy God of Hormones, she couldn’t handle much more of this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“We finally got you where we want you.” Porter swiped the tip of his tongue down the crease between her pussy and inner thigh and quickly withdrew. “No way are we bringing an end to it any time soon.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Did the man intend to send her on a direct trip to the nuthouse before he gifted her with the pleasure her body screamed for? Oh, paybacks were going to be so very sweet when she got her hands on him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her mouth watered. She’d never experienced such a strong desire to suck a cock in her life. Reid’s stiff cock pressed into her back, a throbbing presence that only drove her torment higher. Though ways to turn the table on Porter were already forming in her head, she would equally enjoy sucking Reid’s cock down her throat. She wanted Porter’s mouth on her pussy and her lips around Reid’s cock now. Right freaking now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Reid’s hand moved lightly to the base of her throat as his other hand slipped beneath her breast and lifted it. He raked his thumb over her pebbled nipple and she let her head fall back on his chest. Her mind focused on the touch, on Porter’s mouth that started to deliver one maddening lick after another to the outer edges of her pussy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please.” She couldn’t hold it back any longer. She would beg them if she had to. Forget dignity. It was way overrated anyway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Reid smothered a smile against Marsha’s shoulder, knowing that softly whimpered plea was exactly what Porter had been waiting to hear. She had given them the green light, told them she wanted them too. But Porter had still been holding back, taking it slow. He wouldn’t hold back anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He knew when Porter finally landed a kiss where Marsha wanted it most. She went completely limp in his arms. Her head still turned toward his, he watched as she closed her eyes and her lips formed a small but sexy as hell <i>oh</i> of pleasure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He swallowed, nuzzled his chin at the bend of her neck, and gazed down the front of her body. The neon glow from the Jack Daniels light bathed her flesh in white and yellow, giving her an even more angelic look. The woman’s body was a piece of work naked, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every part of her, to run his tongue along every sun-kissed inch of her flesh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His cock ached, his shaft so hard it was a wonder he didn’t impale her through her back. And when she started to gyrate against him in obvious time with the thrusts of Porter’s tongue between her pussy lips, he barely swallowed the growl that rumbled in his throat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of her hands was now locked around his nape, her nails digging into his flesh. He welcomed the slight bite of pain, wanted it to prevent his mind from centering on his own desires, on his own driving need to be inside her shapely body. He focused on that sting even as he added to her pleasure and his torment by rolling her beaded nipple between his thumb and forefinger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She moaned, her head lolling from side to side on his chest, and her free hand went straight for Porter’s head. That wouldn’t do. Porter might have let her get away with taking over his kiss earlier, with whipping him around the way she’d done, but Reid knew his brother had assumed full control now. He’d allowed her all the liberties he would give her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Put your arm around my neck, Marsha.” Her hand on his nape slid more securely around his neck, but her free hand continued on its path to Porter’s head. “Both of them.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her fingers touched the tips of Porter’s head and she froze. Reid felt a breath shudder out of her, heard a quiet protesting moan, and realized, though Porter didn’t pull away, he had stopped whatever he was doing to Marsha’s pussy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“If you want him to continue, put both of your arms around my neck.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“We will get the leader and your boyfriend.” Adam Cooper’s tone made his words more fact than statement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please don’t call him that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Howard may have been her boyfriend, but the mere mention of his name now made her skin crawl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“My apologies, but we will get them.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“And, until you do? I’m not going to be safe anywhere am I?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She’d known the instant she’d gone to the FBI with the information she’d gathered in Howard’s house and overheard on the phone when he’d thought she’d been sleeping that he would know it was her who had turned him into the feds. She’d known he would come after her. It was the reason she hadn’t given the FBI one morsel of the information until she’d gotten Adam to agree to put her in a safe place. That was how she’d ended up here, in this hotel room without any contact with the outside world beyond the FBI for more than a week.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m prepared to offer you protection for as long as it is necessary. I have a U.S. Marshal who is ready to take you into the witness protection program. As distasteful as it is for me to say, the fact that you don’t have any family will help.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She didn’t. Her father had died of cancer over a decade ago, and her mother had been killed in a car accident barely <span class="m_-2309589382879563217gmail-aBn" style="line-height: 1.22em;">three years later</span>. She had friends, though, and a career she’d worked so hard to build.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You will be relocated, given a new identity, and set up to make a fresh start with your life if you’re willing.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Joan’s head spun. He was offering to send her into hiding, but in a way that she could do so and still be a part of the outside world. The thought of leaving everything behind made a lump form in her throat, but she didn’t doubt, if she stayed, she wouldn’t be alive much longer once the FBI stopped protecting her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her vision blurred as images of her coworkers at the accounting firm flashed through her mind, as she heard Angela’s laughter in her head, and as she mentally cataloged everything else she would miss, potentially for the rest of her life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Did the U.S. Marshal tell you what my new name will be?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Adam pulled his cell phone from the front pocket of his slacks, slid his thumb over the screen, and met her gaze. “Erika Channing.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That’s not so bad.” She actually liked it better than Joan. “And where will I be taken?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You will be relocated to a ranch on the outskirts of a small town called Pleasure, Tennessee.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Joan blinked at him. “A <i style="line-height: 1.22em;">ranch</i>?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Adam’s lips twitched. “They call it Rescue Ranch. It has a long history, but the important part is there are men living on that ranch who are operatives with the ETDF, an elite terrorist defense group that works independently of government protocol to fight terrorism in ways sanctioned agencies such as the FBI can’t. You will be fully protected at all times on that ranch.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In other words, she would be under twenty-four-hour guard. She didn’t know how to feel about that but supposed it didn’t matter. She didn’t have a choice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Marshal Gatewood will give you the specific details when he arrives.” Adam checked his wristwatch. “I’m expecting him any minute. He’ll have a file for you to study, things for you to remember about your new identity that will answer any questions you might get about your past. Joan will no longer exist. You’ll need to memorize everything about Erika Channing to the point that you truly become her. You’ll be provided with room and board at the ranch, a car for you to get around, a new wardrobe to help you blend in.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Joan glanced down at the pale blue cashmere blouse she was wearing tucked into a pair of black slacks. “Let me guess, plaid button-down shirts, worn blue jeans, and cowgirl boots.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Adam nodded. “Mostly likely, yes. You’ll need to change your hair color, too.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Joan sighed at that. It would be an easy fix, but one she really didn’t want to do. She was a natural brunette, but she’d been dying it blonde since she was fifteen. She and Angela had gone through many debates about her hair, Angela always insisting she should let the color go natural, while she always insisted she looked far better as a blonde.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I don’t have any family to worry about, but what about my coworkers, my friends? How do you know Howard or any of the other members of the cell you didn’t get won’t go after one of them to get to me?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“We don’t, but I believe it’s a slim chance, especially since you haven’t been seen with any of them for more than a week already. That’s why you can’t contact anyone. I’ve sent agents into Howard’s home for some of your things—clothes, shoes, makeup, et cetera—to make it look like you packed in a rush.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“To make it look like I’m on the run.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It would’ve been better if we could’ve staged your death, but this will have to work. They will come looking for you, but they won’t find you. You will be safe on Rescue Ranch.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Joan startled when a knock sounded at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as Adam opened the door and invited a tall man dressed in a dark suit and tie into the room. U.S. Marshal Clive Gatewood, presumably. This was it. It was time to say goodbye to Joan Hutton and hello to Erika Channing, possibly for the rest of her life.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">At her best friend’s urging, Jennifer Moss takes a vacation to ménage-inhabited Silver Island. She’s not looking for a man, let alone two, but the instant attraction she feels for Alec is off the charts. When Adam shows up, all her old desires resurface for him, too.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Battling amnesia, retired FBI Agent Alec McIntyre knows he shouldn’t get involved with Jennifer, but the smart, sexy, and beautiful woman gives him an escape from the dark thoughts and empty spots he can’t remember. But an enemy from his past is determined to see that doesn’t last long.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Two years ago, Jennifer awakened a desire in FBI team leader Adam Cooper he can’t control. He’s kept his distance, but that option is about to be taken away. A ruthless kingpin has targeted Alec, Jennifer is vacationing on Silver Island, and Adam is about to find himself smack in the middle of an assignment that will change all of their lives.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Abbreviations don’t usually count for words in Scrabble.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m not taking score here, but you might want to. I’ll give you another one. I’ll put an ‘s’ after the ‘i’ this time. IS.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">IS—Investigative Specialist. According to the information Alec had uncovered on FBI special agent Cameron Stone, the man was considered to be one of the best investigative specialists in the bureau.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Stone’s gaze slid sideways to Malis who had shifted slightly, the semiautomatic still in his hand now aimed directly at Stone’s head. Alec hadn’t revealed the information he’d discovered to his men. He hadn’t seen the need. They would follow his orders without question or explanation when the time came.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“At least you spelled a word,” Stone said, turning his attention back to Alec. “I would think with all the tiles you’ve got you could come up with something better.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I take it that one isn’t good enough for you. Then how about I play off of the other ‘i’? Do you like FBI better?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nothing. No jolt, no blink, not even a slight change to Stone’s facial expression. The agent was good. Alec would give him that. If the fucker hadn’t been a Fed, Alec might would have even considered recruiting him for the cartel. He could’ve used a man so experienced in keeping his inner emotions in check.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“At least it’s an accepted acronym in the rule book.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Perhaps in Scrabble, but not in my rule book or that of my business, Agent Stone.” The man still didn’t flinch, but something finally flickered through his eyes. His cover had been blown. He knew that now and had to be wondering how. “I’ll answer your question for you since you can’t seem to find your tongue again. There were cameras in the dining room of the restaurant last night. The name you gave me, Curt Sawyer, he would have been a man I would have liked to have as a partner. But the face that came with that name didn’t check out so well.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“So what now?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>What now indeed.</i> “Today is your lucky day.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“How so?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Alec flicked a pointed look toward Malis. “I’m not going to give my man over there the signal to pump you full of holes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Why not?” Stone’s voice remained conversational as if they were talking about the color of the paint on the cottage’s walls rather than the impending end to his life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It would be stupid of me don’t you think? At least before I find out everything you know, everything you’ve shared with your buddies at the bureau.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That wouldn’t happen here, on this yacht. It was too risky. Sticking around longer than necessary at the marina was too risky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You should know an agent never reveals his information or his sources.”<i></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Alec felt his lips unfold in a grin that he felt confident likely chilled Stone’s blood to his toes. “Oh, you will before I’m through with you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Stone wouldn’t easily give up the information. A man like him would be trained to deal with the hardships of capture, taught to survive fear, and coached on how to keep it together in the face of extreme torture. Alec would wait until they set sea back to Cambodia, back to the compound on the cartel’s home turf to begin and see just how well trained FBI special agent Cameron Stone was after all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’ve got a word for you,” Stone told him calmly. “I’ll play off the ‘t.’ McIntyre.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Alec dropped his gaze to the glass in his hands, spun it in slow circles, and watched the brown liquid splash against the side. Could he have been wrong about Stone all along? Was the agent really cracking already?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Would that be a source? Are you giving in so easily?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That would be the name of a fellow agent, one who is currently listed with the bureau as MIA.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What would I want with that information? If he’s missing, he’s no asset to me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That access to the facial recognition program you’ve got. Have you ever bothered to run it on yourself?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why in hell would he do that? He knew who he was. He was Alec Veansa, loyal only to Boran Roumduol, a man who had nurtured and pulled him back from certain death after Alec had been heinously tortured under the command of Veng Kim Phay. Phay was the one who was dead now, a satisfying result of a joint operation between the FBI, DEA, US Navy SEALs, and Thai and Cambodian officials nearly two years ago that had all but destroyed the cartel. All but destroyed it because Roumduol had stepped in, rebuilt the cartel, and was making it even larger and more powerful than before…with Alec’s help.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Except the one thing Stone couldn’t know, the one thing Alec had confided only to Roumduol was that he couldn’t remember a single thing of his life before the torture he’d endured. No matter how hard he tried to think back, the start of his memories began with pain. Unspeakable, horrible pain. He’d been certain he would die and had come to terms with it the few scant times he’d managed to think through the agony. He didn’t remember the things that had been done to him. He only remembered the darkness, the insanity in his head, and the suffering that wouldn’t end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Until Roumduol had come for him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You should try it sometime. You might be surprised by the results.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What’s he talking about, boss?” Kesor took a single step closer to the sofa and stopped in his tracks when Alec shot him a cold, hard look.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Damn if I know.” Stone was grasping at straws, but damn if Alec didn’t feel unnerved by the way the man was studying him now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Stone turned to his right, the movement causing both of Alec’s men to jerk their weapons in warning, and placed his glass on the table at the end of the sofa. He nodded slowly as he turned his attention back to Alec. “Yes, I’m an agent with the FBI.” He paused and Alec saw the man’s muscles stiffen as if he were readying his body to strike. But it was his next words that delivered a blow harder than his fist could have. “And so are you.”</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: red;">Box Set #47: <i>The Heroes of Silver Island, Volume 1</i> (All 4 books for $3.99)</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In <em>Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy</em>, senator’s daughter Lara Hampton’s latest venture brings her to Silver Island and reunites her with two SEALs who rescued her and left her wanting much more than mouth to mouth. Brandon “Ace” McCormick knows it’s time to make a move, but his best friend wants her, too. When a stalker chasing Lara makes it onto the island, both men have to protect her or sharing won’t be an option.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In <em>Safe and Coasting with Ecstasy,</em> the only things Kimberly Bevel needs to complete her paradise are two sexy hunks. She finds what she wants in Coast Guard Petty Officers Emmett and Charlie Doyle, even if the two brothers don’t want to share. Both brothers can’t live without her, and they go head-to-head to win her over while Kimberly looks for a way to keep them both. But when she becomes the target of a madman, she may need Emmett and Charlie to do more than keep her bed warm at night.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In <em>Safe and Burning with Ecstasy</em>, Delilah Faith Cassidy flees Chicago after someone burns everything she owns, boarding a ship to Silver Island. She meets Blaze and Kalvin, best friends since fire academy who moved to Silver Island to find the special woman they can share forever. But the flame that ignites between them isn’t the only one burning on the island as the trouble from Chicago pursues Delilah. Blaze and Kalvin have to trust their hearts, ignore their suspicions, and find out who is after Delilah before they lose her forever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In <em>Safe and Deputized with Ecstasy,</em> FBI agent Alexandria Sykes returns to Silver after five years to catch a killer, which means collaborating with Rhett and Drake, the two men she left behind. Rhett wants her back from the moment he sees her again, but Drake is more hesitant to start over. When the killer targets Alexandria as his next victim, saving her becomes more important than guarding their hearts.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Yikes! She didn’t need to look to know who’d just called out her name. Now what? She couldn’t ignore John. Not that she wanted to ignore him anyway. Except, she should. She should absolutely, positively pretend she didn’t know him from the man in the moon. She should walk away, quick, and act like she hadn’t heard him. Shouldn’t she? On the other hand, he wasn’t a SEAL anymore. That meant associating with him, getting hot and sweaty between the sheets with him, wouldn’t label her a SEAL groupie. But who said he wanted to get hot and heavy between the sheets with her? The man had merely said her name, for crying out loud.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and turned. The smile she hadn’t yet allowed to waver was still plastered on her lips. Good thing, too, because he was headed her way and, the closer he got, the more her jaw wanted to drop. Holy hormones, the John Cabelly who’d visited her dreams had been the man clad in full battle fatigues with streaks of war paint on his face and barely visible in the darkness. By the light of day, the John Cabelly walking toward her now looked ten times more dangerous, more forceful and, God help her, more appealing than ever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The deep breath she had taken a nanosecond before she’d turned stuck in her throat as her gaze took it upon itself to do a leisurely glide down his front. His khaki button-down shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, delineating every muscle in his shoulders, arms, and abs, and making her head spin. The shirt was tucked into a pair of khaki cargo shorts secured to his waist by a gun belt and riding low on his trim hips. Despite the bagginess of their design, his shorts failed to conceal what was obviously one very impressive male package between his strong-looking legs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Lara’s girly parts went haywire as her focus slammed into his black ankle boots and did a gradual climb back up. Wetness pooled between her feminine lips, threatening to soak the cotton lining of her panties. Her nipples beaded to hardened points inside the lacy cups of her bra. Lust zinged off every erogenous zone in her body as her gaze finally settled on his face. Dark sunglasses covered eyes she remembered being a potent light blue. Thin lips curved into a drool-worthy smile that rocked her to her toes. Sweat she knew had absolutely nothing to do with the growing temperature of the summer morning and everything to do with the intense heat of this supremely hunky male gathered between her breasts and trickled down her abdomen as she finally expelled the breath that had lodged in her throat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“John Cabelly.” He extended a hand in greeting. “Island sheriff.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Lara took his hand, forgetting to brace for the contact, and nearly melted at his feet. Long callused fingers closed around her hand. She stared at her reflection in the lenses of his sunglasses as her head swam. That simple, casual touch made her dizzy, intoxicated, as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Lara Hampton.” Relief collided with the yearning in her system when her voice came out steady and normal rather than trembling and breathy, which was exactly how she felt. “But, you already know that.” And she’d already known his name. Did he think she didn’t recognize him?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">His smile stretched wider. “Yeah, I do. Kenneth Winters informed me of your visit and asked that I stand in to welcome you to the island. He wanted to be here himself, but got held up in town.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Oh.” Disappointment twisted in her belly and she ruthlessly squashed it. So what if he had been here waiting for her on orders from his boss? That was better than him spotting her and wanting to say hello for an entirely different, definitely salacious reason, wasn’t it? She was here on a mission, to offer her support and use her popularity to gain positive publicity for the island. At the same time, she was here in hopes of finding a sense of safety for herself, praying her stalker would use her absence from the mainland as the time he needed to find a new hobby like her father had said. She wasn’t here to jump between the sheets with the first man she met on the island, even if said man had been invading her dreams for the last four years.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Yep, no doubt about it. John Cabelly was doing his island duty. She and all her girly parts were safe, at least from him. Especially seeing as how he thought she didn’t remember him in the first place.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Thank you, Sheriff Cabelly, but a tour guide really won’t be necessary. I’m sure I can find my way around and I’d hate to keep you from your job.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He pulled off his sunglasses and she got her first real look at the potent light blue eyes she’d remembered so well. The mere sight made her heart skip a beat and her mind retracted her earlier thought. No, all her girly parts were not safe from this man. They were in danger of serious lusty overload, whether she and John went their separate ways right now or not.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Those powerful light blue eyes steadied on hers and his lips thinned, his expression turning serious with a trace of molten heat that sent embers of need raining through her body. “You don’t remember me, do you?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“You’re not an easy man to forget.” The words spilled from Lara’s lips before she could stop them. Shit. She should’ve said no. She’d meant to say no. If he’d kept on his sunglasses, she might could’ve pulled it off. But, the second he’d removed them, the instant she’d looked into his eyes, she’d felt herself fall under his spell.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">His lips unfolded in their sexiest smile yet. It was the kind of grin that dripped with victory and promise and pure male satisfaction. “That’s good to know because I damn sure never forgot you.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Oh, holy hormones. The way his voice softened, turning his words husky and hot, told her he wasn’t merely performing his island duty any longer. He was hitting on her and she was so screwed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“You asked to see me?” Despite the fact that the woman of his dreams stood there looking at him, dressed only in a towel, with a heat in her eyes that would burst any thermometer; despite the fact that in about three seconds he would have a very visible pop-tent going on with the towel because of that look; that was the part his shocked mind latched on to. He even forgot that Barrett and Shannon were still in the doorway watching with wide eyes and amused expressions. She had asked to see him. Holy shit!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“I wanted to thank you for putting out the fire at my parents’ house,” she said, and he felt his dick sigh in disappointment. She wanted to thank him. Not invite him to that house for a dinner that would lead to hot, slippery sex in the bedroom. Which would then lead to another night of hot, slippery sex and another and another. Which would then lead to him asking for her hand in marriage and a lifetime of nights of that hot, slippery sex.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He looked at her—at her long blond hair, sweet rounded breasts that stretched the material of her maroon crop top, the gold loop bellybutton ring that showed above the very low cut waistline of her very short shorts—and wanted to cry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Barrett tap Shannon on the shoulder, cock his head, and the two tiptoed out of the doorway leaving him alone…with her! He was alone with Veronica Abbott in the locker room of the station house wearing only a towel and she…He looked down her body again. Hell, she wasn’t wearing much more than he!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Don’t do that on my account,” she said, and he stopped, turned. Though he had only taken a few steps, she had followed. She stood close, too close. When she spoke, her voice reverberated with arousal. “I like you this way. Although, if you want my opinion, I think you’re still wearing too much.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Dean was flabbergasted. Sweet Jesus, the woman was coming on to him! His wildest, most crazed fantasy was coming true—no, even his fantasies couldn’t have created a moment like this—and he was too stunned to know what to do. He stared down at her, knowing all his bewilderment and shock were etched in his expression, and waited. For what, he didn’t have a clue.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">She laughed. The sound was both musical and sultry. No doubt, the woman could make a fortune on one of those 900 sex lines. “Dean Wolcott, you’re looking at me as though you aren’t sure if you want to rip off my clothes or run for the door.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Lacy told me you aren’t the wild adventurous boy you once were, but I didn’t believe it.” She stepped even closer until their bodies touched. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the subtle hint of her sweet perfume.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">She clucked her tongue, lifted a hand, and trailed a fingernail down the center of his bare chest igniting a blazing fire in its wake. “And isn’t that a shame. You know, I always had the biggest crush on you.” Her finger stopped when it reached the barrier of the towel, paused, and he felt his eyes widen before the finger began slowly moving up again. “But you never would talk to me. Why was that, Dean?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“I valued my life,” he said, his voice husky to his ears. God, she drove him mad! He fisted his hands at his sides to keep from touching her, because once he got his hands on her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to pry them off…ever! “I may have been a bit wild, but I didn’t have a death wish. Your parents would have had my head on a chopping block for even trying to get near you.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“But my parents aren’t here now. They have no control over me anymore.” She flattened her hand on his chest, slid it down again. But this time she didn’t allow the towel to stop her descent. She continued, and when her fingers wrapped around his cock, he felt his breath lodge in his throat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“And you’re telling me this now because?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“She was in a wreck a few weeks ago. Single car accident and apparently walked away without a scratch, but word is it could’ve been a hell of a lot worse.” Korbin Blackwell paused as if waiting for a response to that bit of news. When he didn’t get one, he put the icing on the already cooling cake by adding, “A couple of weeks before that, she was almost hit in a drive-by shooting.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The vise around Dillion’s heart nearly squeezed the damn ticker in two. Christ! How much pain could the organ take in one morning? He figured he should at least help it out by breathing because, shit, he’d apparently stopped doing that as soon as Korbin had started talking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He drew in a deep breath, let it out slow, and kept his voice bland when he said, “It sounds to me like she’s having a string of bad luck.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Truthfully, it sounded like more than that. It felt like more than that, too, but damn if he was going to let his tongue say so. Korbin didn’t seem to have the same control over the fleshy, muscular organ in his mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It sounds to me like someone is trying to hurt her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dillon had to swallow the lump that formed in his throat before he could speak this time. “Is that what the MPD has decided?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“MPD doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously. They’re treating each as a separate incident and, lumped together, as one big coincidence.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dillon finally tore his attention from the coffin being lowered into the ground several yards away. The crowd that had been gathered around the gravesite had already started to disperse. Some had gathered in small groups to talk, while the rest were headed to the line of vehicles parked in the street that wound through the cemetery. So far, he was the only one who hadn’t moved more than his head. He wasn’t sure he could, especially now when his feet felt as if they’d sprouted roots into the ground beneath them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> He angled a sideways look at Korbin. “And, let me guess. You’re wanting to help her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“We’ve been asked to help her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Korbin’s intentional use of the word “we” wasn’t lost on him. Neither was the implication. “You talked to her?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The green-eyed jealous monster that reared its ugly head in his gut came as a shocker. For starters, why in the hell would he ever be jealous because Korbin had talked to a woman? He and Korbin had been sharing women damn near since they’d figured out their dicks had a more exciting purpose in life than taking a piss. Then, there was the fact that the female topic of this conversation was Temperance Calvert. Temperance, who had made it clear on two separate occasions in the last fifteen years that the only way she ever wanted to see either of them again was over her dead body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Except that a day hadn’t gone by since that he hadn’t thought of her and a night hadn’t passed that he hadn’t dreamed of her. And, as far as the over her dead body part went, if Korbin’s instincts were on the mark, as they almost always were, someone was attempting to make that part happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Korbin shook his head. “I talked to Josh.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, hell. The man was in possession of some serious blow-Dillon-out-of-his-boots ammo today. He even caught himself glancing down to make sure they were still on his feet. He would’ve been less surprised if Winnie-the-Pooh had come to life and requested their help to rescue Piglet from a cell of terrorist Tiggers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fifteen years ago Josh Calvert had been a confused, angry, and devastated teenager who had retaliated against his cheating mother by setting two very impressive and well-orchestrated fires in Pleasure. He might have gotten away with them if he hadn’t told Temperance what he’d done. No. Correction. He might have gotten away with them if Temperance hadn’t told Dillon and Korbin what Josh had done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“He called before the service started this morning,” Korbin went on. “To use his words, he’s buried the hatchet and, in an effort to see his sister stays safe, is attempting to convince Temperance to do the same.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“She won’t do it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not unless she’d changed a lot over the years. The Temperance he’d known had been fourteen, fiery, feisty, and quick tempered, all of which he’d contributed to her firecracker red hair that perfectly suited her personality and her name. At fifteen, getting to know a girl like her had showed him precisely what he wanted in a woman and damn if he hadn’t been looking for a replica ever since. When he’d turned eighteen, he’d tracked her down once before leaving for his first enlistment with the Navy. Those three years hadn’t changed her a bit. She’d told him in very blunt, very hot-tempered words exactly where he could shove the phone in his hand and had abruptly ended the call.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That was the last contact he’d had with her. The last contact outside of his thoughts and dreams, in any case.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He’d seen her, though. A simple Google search of her name and, wham, he got a page of links that took him to her business website, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and every other social media site on the internet. And, of course, there were pictures. There had to be pictures. What better way to increase his torment? And, of course, he saved many of those pictures to his hard drive to stare at and fantasize over again and again because, Christ on a pogo stick, the fourteen-year-old girl had turned into one hell of an amazing woman and, for the love of God, he’d still yet to figure out why in the fuck he couldn’t forget about her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Josh is hoping we won’t give her a choice.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The whole not-giving-her-a-choice part brought to mind many of the fantasies he’d had over the years about the one woman he couldn’t shake. “What the hell does he want us to do, kidnap her and keep her hogtied at the ranch until we catch whoever is after her?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">As a PR guru with the fire commissioner’s Media Affair’s Office, Renee Hofstede is determined, no matter the cost, to bring Station 4’s C-shift, and especially Engine Company 2’s crew, back into public favor after they’ve been put through the media ringer. Even if it means going nose-to-ripped-chest with captains Trey Baggett and Mick Bracken. But, when an old nemesis comes to Cherish, anything becomes fodder for flames. Renee is no exception when Trey and Mick become her personal knights in turnout gear.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Trey feels things stir in unspeakable places when Renee sashays into his office and reveals her plan to regain the community’s respect for the shift under his command. Mick is accustomed to following orders, but when they come from a sex-kitten like Renee, he’s not sure what to do. Then danger strikes and Trey and Mick’s protective instincts kick in. But what transpires will be combustible enough to make the three of them explode.</span></div>
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“Renee, sweetheart, I—”<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was her turn to narrow her
eyes at him. “Are you really going to tell me no, Mick Bracken?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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That got her a soft chuckle,
but his expression immediately turned serious again. “Are you sure?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“More sure than I’ve ever been
of anything in my life.” It was the truth. Well, almost. There were several
things she was sure about these days. She was sure of her love for him, of her
love for Trey, and of her desire for both her men to make love to her at the
same time. It would hurt, being filled by two massive cocks at once. She was
certain of it, but she no longer cared.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Damn, I love you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The husky declaration spun
through her, heating her system and filling her heart. “Damn, I love you, too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He grinned, lifted his head to
brush his lips to her mouth, and then gave her ass a soft pat. “Go to Trey
while I get some lube out of the bathroom.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come here, baby.” Trey reached
her, his hands steady on her sides as she moved to straddle his waist. “In case
there’s any doubt in your beautiful mind, I love you, too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She hadn’t thought her heart
could feel any fuller, but it did. “And, I love you just as much.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Should we wait for Mick?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Renee answered him by
flattening her hands on his chest and lowering her body onto his. Her pussy was
already drenched. It stayed that way when she was around either of the men she
loved. And when she was with both of them…<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Christ,” Trey ground through
his teeth as she settled her body on his, taking his cock all the way inside
her cunt to the hilt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Being filled by Trey’s cock was
the greatest of pleasures. Her body immediately accepted the intrusion, her
inner muscles expanding only to clench around his shaft, increasing the
fantastical sensations that ricocheted through her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mick can catch up with he gets
back,” she managed to say, albeit breathlessly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He better hurry.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Amused, she chewed her bottom
lip as she met Trey’s gaze. “Oh? Why is that?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I should be too old for
premature ejaculations,” he said gruffly, “but damn if you don’t do that to me
every time I get inside you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Renee threw her head back and
laughed. Then, she stopped laughing as she felt the foot of the bed dip behind
her. She looked over her shoulder to find Mick had returned with a tube of
lubrication fisted in one hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Do you two need a few more
minutes?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Trey answered before she could.
“Not if you intend on coming with us.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Renee laughed again. “I think
he means that in the literal sense.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick grinned, but eyes flamed
with a desire that scorched her soul. “Bend over, Trey, sweetheart.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Trepidation and anticipation
mixed a crazy concoction in her system as she followed his instruction and
fixed her gaze on Trey. She stiffened when Mick palmed her ass and silently
willed herself to relax. She started to shake from her head to her toes, her
breaths becoming ragged as eagerness slammed into fear inside her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Trey laced his fingers in the
side of her hair. “It will feel good if you let it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unable to speak, she nodded as
Mick’s cool, wet fingers moved between her buttocks. She couldn’t hold Trey’s
gaze any longer. Her eyes closed on their own accord and her head bowed. Her
mind raced as rapidly as her heart as Mick’s fingers massaged her flesh,
spreading the lubricant over her ass. His finger pushed inside her anus,
bringing with it a stinging pain that quickly dissolved into a mind-numbing
pleasure.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Talk to us, Renee,” Mick
softly urged. “How does it feel?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She shook her head, unable to
describe the bittersweet pain morphing to astronomical bliss. It took the form
of searing darts that shot from her ass straight to her pussy that was already
filled by Trey’s cock. “More,” she finally managed. “Please, I want more.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick twisted his finger inside
her, pulled it free, and another finger joined to work the gel in deeper.
Together, his fingers stretched her anus until she pleaded with him to stop, to
give her even more, to do something to relieve the talons of confusion clawing
through her body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, God, Mick, I can’t.” It
was too much. The pleasure of it was blinding her, the pain a burning craze
that shouldn’t feel good, but somehow did.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick’s fingers spread deep
inside her, separating to stretch her as they circled and eased back only to
pump inside her once more. The burn magnified, her pussy leaking juices around
Trey’s cock even as it convulsed around his shaft. The intensity of it drove
her to a crazed state of need. Her eyes filled as her clit begged and her hips
jerked against Trey’s hold, now firm on her hips. Mick’s fingers began to
methodically pump into her rear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He’ll stop if you want him to,”
Trey told her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No!” The cry was wrenched from
her throat as Mick pulled his fingers free only to plunge them in again. More
coolness added to the inferno he’d built in her ass as he worked another glob
of gel into her, the grease making a squishing sound as he fingered her deeper,
faster.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’ve got two fingers in your
tight sexy ass, sweetheart. God, I wish you could see this.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Forget seeing it. I can damn
near feel it,” Trey said through clenched teeth. “Her pussy is tightening around
my dick. Fuck, it’s amazing.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Are you ready for my cock now,
Renee?” Mick asked as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her ass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, please.” She half groaned
and half cried out the words. “Make love to my ass, Mick.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mother of God, that sounded so
sexy.” He positioned himself, holding her ass cheeks spread with his hands as
his cock nudged against her anus.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Julia Patrick’s life goal was to be a firefighter. Now, she’s fresh from the academy, assigned to Station 4’s C-shift, and convinced her dream is colliding with a nightmare. She may be new to the job, but she knows heat when she feels it. The spark between her, Cameron, and Jenk is strong enough to ignite one amazing fire. But can they be trusted or are they keeping a toxic secret? Determined to find out, she gets closer to them. Then her life is threatened, and she can’t help but wonder if they are who wants her dead.</span></div>
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It tasted as stupendous as the rest of him, hot and thick and long and fantastic. Her pussy convulsed, juices leaking from between the folds, and her clit throbbed. But that wasn’t where she would get his cock. Though Cameron was behind her now, after the way Jenk had played with her ass before, she was certain he would be the one to enter where she’d never allowed any man.</div>
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She would allow him. The sheer idea of it as she delved the tip of her tongue into the weeping slit of his cockhead before exploring his full length with her lips sent whips of need slashing across her anus. It didn’t terrify her, she realized, and she knew why. Jenk would go slow, he would be gentle, and he would make sure it felt good to her, all because he loved her.</div>
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“Jesus, Julia!” Jenk groaned. “Baby, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”</div>
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Julia swallowed a smile right along with another inch of his cock, knowing she better enjoy her feast while she could. Cameron proved her right barely a half second after the thought crossed her mind. He fisted his hand in the back of her hair, tugged her to her feet, and pulled her head back.</div>
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Then he was kissing her, obviously not caring that she’d just had Jenk’s cock in her mouth. He kissed her until every erogenous zone in her body flamed, until her pussy was dripping wet, and until she was almost positive the needs inside her were going to send her to an early grave.</div>
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“Come with me,” he told her, his voice rusty with his own arousal as he ended the kiss and released his hold on her hair. He stretched out in the center of the bed and held his arms out for her. “Ride me, Julia.”</div>
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She’d never made love to two men at the same time before, but even seeing Cameron’s amazingly ripped body and already sheathed cock waiting for her didn’t make her forgot about the sexy man she’d been pleasuring a moment ago. She looked at Jenk, cupped his nape, and pulled his mouth down to hers.</div>
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“I’ll see you shortly?”</div>
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He smiled against her lips. “Just as soon as I get the supplies I need.”</div>
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Oh, boy! The sparks he ignited inside her with those words actually made her shiver. He held her gaze for a meaningful moment, then eased from her embrace, and turned to pull open the nightstand drawer behind him.</div>
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Her system jittering with a wicked anticipation more intense than anything she’d ever experienced, she climbed onto the bed and went straight into Cameron’s arms. That’s when inspiration struck. She skimmed her hands down to his wrists as she settled her lower body over his lean hips and pinned his arms to the bed. Amusement danced in his eyes and a cocky grin quirked his lips. He could easily overpower her. She wasn’t a wimp by any means, but he was bigger and stronger and could flip her onto her back and assume control any time he wanted. Knowing that made the moment all the more special as she lowered her body to his, taking his fully erect, massive cock inside her pussy in a slow glide that had his grin disappearing as his lips formed a thin line of concentration.</div>
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“Holy hell, Julia!” he rasped and then sucked a breath through his teeth as she rocked her hips forward, grinding her clit on the base of his groin.</div>
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Julia lifted her hips until she nearly let his cock slip out of her and then lowered her body again, taking his full incredible length inside, and scraping her clit over the coarse hairs at the base of his groin once more.</div>
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“Julia.”</div>
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Her name was a warning this time, ground through his gritted teeth. She felt the muscles in his wrists flex, but he didn’t push them against her hold.</div>
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“Baby, I’m trying to let you have your fun.”</div>
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She giggled, albeit breathlessly, and slowly repeated the move again, drawing out not only his torment, but also her own. Her body wanted her to go faster. Every cell inside her was begging for more. She could see by the intense concentration on his face that he meant what he’d said, that he wanted her to go faster, too, but there was no way this man would beg.</div>
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“What do you want, Cameron?”</div>
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Though he managed a half laugh, it was definitely strained. “Nice try, beautiful.”</div>
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She smiled down at him and continued to ride his cock in that same slow rhythm that was driving them both to the brink of insanity. “That wasn’t an answer.”</div>
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“Then, what do you want, Julia?”</div>
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Jenk’s voice behind her had her body stilling on Cameron’s cock and her belly nearly flip-flopping out of her navel. So much for her not forgetting about her other sexy man. She’d allowed the moment with Cameron to distract her, and Jenk had taken the opportunity to close in and turn her question around on her.</div>
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Forgetting herself, Julia sat up straight on Cameron’s cock, realizing the instant his large hands closed on her hips that she’d let go of his wrists. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Damn it.”</div>
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His cocky grin was back in full force. “That wasn’t an answer.”</div>
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“Ha-ha, funny man.” She turned to look at Jenk over her shoulder and felt her amusement go up in smoke. He was sitting with his legs straddling Cameron’s, a tube of lubrication in his hand, and his dick stretching long and hard to his abdomen. She swallowed hard, glanced at the lube, and met his gaze. “You. I want you, too, Jenk.”</div>
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There was nothing boyish in the grin that tilted his lips this time. Oh, no. That grin was full of so much heat it seared her straight to the core. “Bend over Cameron and let me prepare you, baby.”</div>
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<span style="color: black;">Skye Britt barely escaped a horrible marriage, only to discover she was pregnant. For seven years, she’s worked to get her life together and be the best single mother she can be. Trusting men isn’t easy, especially when it means letting them get close to her daughter Sunny. But Squad 14 firefighters Dustin Jasper and Bryson Niles are determined to break down her defenses and, soon, she finds herself wondering if she’s ready to give love a chance again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Uniform bunnies can be fun, but Dustin and Bryson are looking for more than a one-night stand. They find it when they meet Skye, but they aren’t the only ones that have found her. When a demon from her past comes after her, it takes the skill and knowledge that earned them their uniforms to save Skye and her daughter from certain death and prove to Skye just how fully involved they want to be in her and Sunny’s lives. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Which room is yours?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He’d already carried her out of the kitchen and was stepping into the hallway before his question registered in her sex-fogged brain.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“The last one at the end of the hall.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He took a couple of steps, paused at the closed door to Sunny’s room, and looked down at her. “Should be check on her? Does she get up in the middle of the night?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">His concern for her daughter catching them tied a knot around her heart. She shook her head. “She shouldn’t as long as we’re quiet.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Skye lifted her head from where it had fallen to rest on the front of his shoulder, looked behind him, and saw Dustin following. Her heart drummed double-time at the sight of him, the realization of what she was about to do really sinking in. She was allowing two men into her bedroom, her sanctuary, the only private spot she called hers. Even Sunny wasn’t permitted to enter her bedroom after she’d been put to sleep unless there was an emergency. She had instilled that rule, wanting her daughter to grow up feeling a safety in her surroundings she, herself, had never felt.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Bryson stopped in the doorway of her bedroom. Dustin reached inside and flicked on the overhead light. That’s when reality really hit home.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Skye scanned the room, grateful that she’d picked up her dirty clothes that morning and put them in the clothesbasket. Nothing was out of place and the bed was neatly made.</span></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Not for long.</span></em><span style="color: black;"></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The thought had her racing heart skipping a rapid beat even as juice leaked from between her feminine lips. Bryson started walking again and each long stride he took that brought him to the side of that bed made her pulse pound furiously and more juices escape her body.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He carefully lowered her to her feet in front of him, but his hands didn’t leave her. Instead, the closed on her hips, glided up to fist the hem of her blouse, and tugged it slowly up and over her head.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Dustin. Where was Dustin? She refused to forget about him again. He was there, closing the door quietly behind him before making his way to her and Bryson. He touched her, just the littlest brush of a fingertip to her bare shoulder as he walked around her. He stopped at her back, freed the clasp of her bra, and gently slid the straps down her shoulders and off her arms.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Naked from the waist up, her gaze locked with Bryson’s heavy-lidded eyes, the first dregs of uncertainty attempted to rear its ugly head. She wouldn’t allow it. She ruthlessly slammed the door of the green eyed monster’s cage, determined to allow herself this moment, this time, and worry about the consequences of her actions later.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Will you think I’m a pig if I admit that I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you naked since the minute you stomped up to me at the park?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Skye smiled despite the shiver that rushed through her as Dustin’s hands moved around to her front, found the button of her slacks, freed it, and went to work on the zipper. “It would be wrong of me if I did, because I’ve fantasized about the same thing with you,” she admitted. “Although the park and the upstairs deck at your place took turns for top spot after you introduced me to Dustin.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It was true. Though she hadn’t wanted the visions to come, those were the things she’d been seeing nightly since she’d met the two of them. In those fantasies, she had been the one to come, over and over, with one or both of them inside her until they’d found their release, too. Then, the fantasies had started all over again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Christ, Skye,” Dustin whispered, his hands pausing in the act of lowering her slacks as he rested his forehead on the back of her shoulder.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Bryson was looking at her and the expression on his handsome face turned quite possibly more serious than she’d ever seen it. “You don’t know how much we needed to hear that.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">No, she didn’t. She didn’t even understand why they had needed to hear it. Deep down, she didn’t believe either of them had been hanging around simply to get her into bed. Still, why did it seem to matter so much to Dustin that she’d been dreaming of having sex with them?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“I don’t understand.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“It’s okay,” Dustin told her as he lifted his head and resumed his act of tugging her slacks down her legs. “You don’t need to.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Don’t question it. Don’t question anything tonight.” Bryson’s hands floated up her body, turned when they reached her breasts, and palmed them. “Just let us make you feel alive tonight.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The pad of his thumbs grazed over her taut nipples and whatever questions might have remained in her mind vanished. Lower, Dustin had pushed her slacks to her ankles, sent her panties to follow, and reached a hand between her legs to cover her bare pussy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Are we on the right track?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Yes.” Skye let her eyes close and her head fall back on his shoulder as one wide finger slipped between her sodden folds and pressed lightly over her clit.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Are you sure?” Bryson’s hands moved to cover her breasts, squeezed, and drew a low moan from her throat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Definitely.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Both men chuckled softly, but it was Dustin who spoke.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Do you know what we want?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Even as he asked the question, the pad of his finger began a pressured massage on her clit. With his finger doing that and Bryson’s hands manipulating her breasts, she couldn’t even fathom a guess. She didn’t bother to try. She settled on shaking her head.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“We want you to come for us, Skye,” Bryson told her as his thumbs and forefingers closed lightly on her nipples and gave them a gentle pinch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She met Zach’s gaze. “I want you on your knees so I can get to you.” She shifted her attention to Casey. “I want you behind me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You want doggie style,” Casey guessed correctly and, <i>oh boy</i>, the flames that overtook his eyes were the hottest she’d ever seen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She waggled her brows. “Woof. Woof.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Autumn waited for both men to sober before she framed Casey’s handsome face with her hands. “I’m not ready for anal sex yet, but I won’t mind if you play there. It will help, won’t it, so it doesn’t hurt when I am ready?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She’d never had anal sex, but she’d had a boyfriend who had tried once. It had been far too painful for her to allow him to continue. Still, she had always wanted to try again, especially when the ménage fantasies had started creeping into her dreams about being with Zach and Casey. She was certain the reason it had hurt so badly before was because the guy she’d been with hadn’t cared about anything beyond his own satisfaction. He’d done nothing to prepare her and hadn’t been gentle or slow. Casey was the wilder one when it came to kisses and blurring the line between pleasure and pain, but somehow she knew, when it came to anal sex, he would be tenderer, at least until she became comfortable with the act.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’ll get the condoms and lube.” Zach brushed a light kiss over her shoulder, eased back, and walked on his knees to the head of the bed. He pulled open the nightstand drawer, palmed two condoms, a tube of lubrication, and returned to them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Autumn watched him as he passed one of the condoms and the lube to Casey and started to work on the remaining foil wrapper in his hand. She reached out and curled her fingers around his wrist. “Are you clean?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She hated to ask, but in this day and age, a woman had to be careful. He met her gaze and she knew by the intense look in his eyes that she could trust him. He nodded. “Then you don’t need that. I want to taste you, not latex.” She turned to Casey and grimaced. “Unfortunately, you will need one. I’m not on birth control.” She’d stopped bothering with it when she’d sworn off men, but now wished she hadn’t.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She minded, though. Casey had told her he’d never been inside a woman without a condom. She wanted to be his first. She made a mental note to make an appointment with her OB-GYN tomorrow morning as he rolled the condom down his massive cock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her pussy convulsed as a swift rush of anticipation returned. She shifted, got to her knees, and turned, her mouth watering when her gaze landed on Zach. He was on his knees, his sexy ass settled back on his haunches, and his naked cock standing at attention. She licked her lips, more than ready to give it that attention as she flattened her hands on the mattress and crawled to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Christ, that’s fucking sexy,” Casey whispered behind her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Autumn glanced at him over her shoulder. Men had told her all her adult life how sexy she was, but she actually felt sexy for the first time. It was the look in his eyes that made her feel it as his gaze moved over her back and ass. Said ass tingled, the muscles flexing on their own accord as if eagerly awaiting his touch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Saying thank you seemed too inane, so she simply smiled and turned back to Zach. He rose to his knees when she stopped in front of him, putting his cock in perfect alignment with her mouth. Behind her, Casey moved in, positioning himself on his knees between her legs. She wiggled her ass and swallowed a giggle when he moaned. Then his hands molded the cheeks of her ass and it was her turn to moan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His hands caressed the orbs, squeezed them, and then one hand curled, parting them and tugging at the entrance to her ass. Sharp flares of heat whipped through her system. That heat was met with a startling chill as he slipped a finger into her crack. The contrast of the cool gel made her shiver.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His hips shifted and she felt the head of his cock graze her outer folds. Then it was pushing between them, homing in on the drenched opening like a heat-seeking missile, and thrusting deep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Oh, yes!” Her arms supporting the weight of her upper body shook, threatening to buckle, as the first round of pleasure tore through her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Fuck, you feel so good,” he ground through gritted teeth as he settled his cock balls-deep inside her and the finger between her ass cheeks flattened over the sensitive cavity. He circled the outer rim of her anus as he pulled his cock back until only the head remained inside her pussy before he thrust it in again all the way to the hilt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Autumn cried out, the second round of pleasure ripping through her more violently than the first. She felt a hand push beneath her hair, turn to gently fist the strands, and she opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed. Her gaze locked on Zach’s cock barely a breath from her mouth and she parted her lips, stuck out her tongue, and swiped at the bead of pre-cum glistening on the slit. His hand in her hair gave the strands a reflexive tug, his hips bucked, and a soft, animalistic sound rumbled from his throat. Wanting to hear more of those sounds, she licked his engorged cockhead into her mouth, closed her lips around it, and sucked it deeper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Structural engineer Autumn Johnson only has eyes for her career. But destiny throws her a twist that puts Engine Company Lieutenant Zach Torren and lead paramedic Casey Macon in her sights. She’s had her fill of obnoxious men in the fire service, but Zach and Casey are determined to show her how hot and enjoyable fate can be.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Zach knows how to put out fires. He knows how to keep them burning, too. The spontaneous flames that erupt when he meets Autumn need fuel, not water. But, someone wants her dead and, in the end, he'll need skill more than charm he to keep her alive.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It’s been years since a woman caught Casey’s heart. Autumn does it on sight, but is she everything Zach thinks she is? When her life is threatened, he pushes that question aside and focuses on keeping her safe. But, when he discovers who’s behind it all, it might be too late.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The firefighter’s voice was smooth and melodious, like an FM radio DJ’s voice. Autumn pulled her gaze up, skipped over the strong chin with a day’s growth of stubble, and paused at the slightly parted, way too kissable, set of lips. Her heart rate kicked into double time as heat unfolded in girly parts she’d thought had gone dormant long ago. Those lips moved as he spoke again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Are you okay?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No, she absolutely wasn’t okay if her system was reacting to this man this way. Hadn’t her body learned anything? She tore her attention from his mouth, dragged it up the bridge of his nose, and met his gaze. Hazel eyes stared back at her with a mix of concern and unadulterated attraction flaming in their depths.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Firefighter. Firefighter. Firefighter!</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her mind screamed the word at her like a mantra as her traitorous gaze took a quick stroll over his short, light brown hair and drool-worthy face before locking on his eyes again. He was decidedly a young firefighter at that. Then again, since passing the big 4-0 last year, anyone under the obvious age of fifty had started to look young.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m fine. I just wasn’t watching where I was going.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His lips kicked into a charming lopsided grin. “Neither was I.” His gaze dropped, slid slowly down her body, and inched its way up again, drinking her in as if his eyes were straws and she was suddenly his favorite beverage. “I am now.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Oh, God.</i> That look absolutely should not have had her nipples beading to hardened points that poked against the cups of her bra. It should not have ignited a slow burn in her clit and had juices slicking her feminine folds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, <i>damn it</i>, it did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Again, I do apologize.” Needing to make a fast escape, Autumn kneeled to retrieve the bag she’d dropped when they had collided, unable to keep her gaze from taking in every long, stupendously toned, and—<i>oh, wow</i>—outrageously packed inch of him clad in tight-fitting uniform pants and black combat-style boots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Apparently having the same idea, he kneeled with her and reached for the bag. Their fingers brushed and a zillion volts of supercharged white-hot desire zinged up her arm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>No. No. No!</i> Didn’t her hand know she wasn’t attracted to men like him? She had suffered more than her fair share of obnoxious, egotistical, I’m-too-hot-in-my-uniform firemen like him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’ve got it,” she told him as she took the bag and quickly straightened. “Thanks. Have a good evening.” She started to walk around him, but his long fingers closed on her forearm, sending another unwanted zing ricocheting through her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Hey. You can’t run off without at least telling me your name.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She took a deep breath and met his gaze again. <i>Holy hormones!</i> His hand on her arm coupled with the flames still present in his hazel eyes was more than enough to have her envisioning hot, sweaty bodies—his and hers—tangled in rumpled sheets.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Autumn.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Autumn.” The way he repeated her name in that smooth, melodic voice added sound to her vision, the kind that had him whispering her name as he settled his narrow hips between her wide-spread legs. “Different, but beautiful. Do you have a last name to go with it?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That one’s not so different. It’s Johnson.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Zach Torren.” His hand slid down her forearm, leaving a path of sizzling heat in its wake as it closed around hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Autumn Johnson.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Not so obnoxious.</i> In fact, he was polite, well mannered, and too freaking nice. The man should’ve been covered in warning labels. Ones that read something like, <i>Caution: Any form of physical interaction will result in third-degree burns</i> and, <i>Caution: Prolonged eye contact will be damaging to the system.</i> Those labels might not be present, but the one on his shirt was enough to set off the sirens in her head, even if her body didn’t seem to hear them. Almost any man could give off the first impression of being a nice guy if he wanted to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You, too, Zach. Now, if you will excuse me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The radio on his hip squawked and Autumn’s belly churned at the sound. “Hey, Lieutenant. What’s your ETA? We’re starving out here.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He reached with his free hand, snagged the radio from his belt, and keyed it up to speak. “Hold your horses. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His other hand was still holding hers. She eased hers free and immediately felt the loss of the warmth from his touch as she started to back away. “It sounds like you need to go, too.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“They can wait.” He took a step forward, reclaiming more than half the distance she’d put between them in a single stride. “Can I buy you a drink sometime? Take you to dinner and a movie?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes, the sirens in her head were doing their job. They drowned out the screams of her body to accept his offer for a date and reminded her she had thankfully thought to put on her ring before leaving the house. That ring was her defense mechanism, her way of keeping herself from doing stupid things like forgetting the misery men had brought to her life, especially men like the panty-wetting lieutenant currently asking her on a date.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She held up her left hand, showing him the silver band and matching diamond ring on her third finger, and gave him her best apologetic smile. “I don’t think my husband would approve.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Disappointment threw water on the flames in his eyes, but it didn’t put them out completely. “He’s a lucky man.” He turned slightly and bent at the waist to snag the handle of the basket she hadn’t realized he’d dropped when they had collided. When he straightened, he gave her a smile that sent more of those zings bouncing from one erogenous zone in her body to the next. “But I’m still glad you ran into me. Have a good evening, Autumn.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Firefighter Lena Durham is hell-bent on keeping a promise she made sixteen years ago to never date a fireman. Except, two have gotten under her skin…big time! She’s falling for smoking hot firefighters Wes and Axl and the flashpoint that ensues could break that promise and damage her career.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Firefighter Axl Shaffer’s position on Engine 9 may be temporary, but he’s been on Station 2’s B-shift long enough to know what he wants. The tough, sexy, and capable Lena has sworn to never date firemen, but he’s about to show her that some vows are made to be broken.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes Stanley has been in love with Lena for years, but he’s kept his feelings a secret. Now, he’s not the only one that wants her. He cooks up a plan and includes Axl, but trickery isn’t his style and he just may have ruined his chance to have the woman he loves and the friendship with her he holds dear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lena knew exactly what she was asking for, and though her arms on either side of Wes’s head shook when she felt the foot of the mattress dip as Axl climbed onto the bed behind her, she wasn’t asking for anything she didn’t want. Her body burned from roots to toe with the desire to feel both of her men inside her. She wasn’t sure she could take it, but apparently her body had decided it could. Otherwise, she wouldn’t feel the intense need ricocheting from her filled pussy to her empty ass like a ping-pong ball ready to explode if it didn’t get the satisfaction it craved.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Could a ping-pong ball really crave satisfaction? The ludicrous question flew from her mind as Axl flattened a large, callused palm on her left butt cheek. The heat of that simple touch she’d felt so many times before shot through her like a harpoon. That heat spread even more, driving her to the point of near madness as he tenderly caressed her ass before slipping two well-lubed fingers from his other hand into the crack of her ass.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her inner pussy muscles flexed around Wes’s cock inside her of their own accord, and she saw his eyes roll back in his head before they slowly closed and a low-throated growl escaped his lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Lena.” The tone of his voice made her name a warning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m sorry,” she told him, already on the verge of breathlessness. “You know I can’t help it when he touches me like that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">They’d had this conversation before, about how her whole body tended to tense up when one of them played with her ass while the other one was inside her pussy. Now was even more different than it had been because she was riding on the potent, trepidation-laced fear of feeling more than a couple of fingers in her ass while she was straddling Wes’s cock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Axl, stop playing around,” Wes told him through gritted teeth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“No way. I’m not going to hurt her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The conviction and concern in Axl’s voice had Lena looking back at him over her shoulder. He met her gaze, and she saw both emotions mirrored in his eyes. “It’s going to hurt. I know that, and I’m not going to try to pretend it won’t. But it will only be for a moment. I want you, the <em>real</em> you, inside me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She’d learned almost instantly that the real Axl was the rough and wild one during sex. Wes enjoyed the occasional bondage play, but he was always more tender and preferred to take it slowly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You’ll get me, baby, in just another minute.” His well-lubed fingers traveled farther down the crack of her ass, found her forbidden hole, and gently eased their way inside.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lena’s breaths quickened, her eyes closed, and righted her head, only to let it bow as Axl worked the cool gel into her flaming ass, stroking the inner walls of her anus, and spreading his fingers to stretch the opening as he pushed the digits in deeper.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Tell me that minute is almost up,” Wes said, his voice strained with his slipping control. “Her pussy is so tight around my dick. Jesus!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Axl chuckled. “It’s about to get even tighter.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A soft sound that closely resembled a whimper of protest escaped Lena’s lips as Axl pulled his fingers from her ass. The absence of that pressure, of the odd pleasure, was instantaneous. She wanted it back. She wanted more!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He stopped making her wait. She felt the mattress shift, felt one hand pull at the heated flesh of her rear, opening it as the bulbous head of his cock slipped between her cheeks. She froze, tensed, her heart racing, and every ounce of her focus on what was about to happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Wes, distract her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes’s hands were on her sides, and he glided them up and down, caressing her flesh as he lifted his hips and slowly started to make love to her. It was enough to remind her of the man beneath her, inside her, and she lifted her head enough to gaze down at him when she opened her eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Don’t think about it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lena gave Wes a breathless laugh. “Easy for you to say.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She couldn’t help but think about it. Especially when Axl pushed the well-lubed, latex-covered head of his cock inside her anus. Though he took it slowly, the razor-sharp pain that shot through her as he breached her most sensitive opening, pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and eased deeper inside her drew a cry from deep in her throat. But that pain didn’t last. It almost instantly morphed to a wild, crazy, and bittersweet pleasure that turned her next cry into a moan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Fuck!” Wes growled. “I can feel your dick going inside her.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“So can I.” Axl’s words shook with equal parts amusement and pleasure and kept on pushing until the base of his body met with the swells of her ass. All the way inside her anus now, he stopped and folded himself over her back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okay didn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling. Wes had stopped, too, with his cock buried impossibly deep in her pussy. Her body was full, amazingly so, with two enormous cocks and so much electrified pleasure she felt it short-circuiting everything in her system.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She had to gulp before she could answer him. “Better than. Oh God. It feels so good. Move. I need you both to move. Make love to me. Now!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">FBI agent Jackson Graham is tired of playing games. He wants Mallory Stone and he’s made his intentions clear. While Mallory is burning hot for a night of passion, she won’t give him her heart, and he won’t settle for less. He’s warned her when his tie comes off, it’s really going to be time to play. He has some new games in mind, and the prize will be more than her delicious, sultry body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Firefighter Lena Durham is hell-bent on keeping a promise she made sixteen years ago to never date a fireman. Except, two have gotten under her skin…big time! She’s falling for smoking hot firefighters Wes and Axl and the flashpoint that ensues could break that promise and damage her career.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Firefighter Axl Shaffer’s position on Engine 9 may be temporary, but he’s been on Station 2’s B-shift long enough to know what he wants. The tough, sexy, and capable Lena has sworn to never date firemen, but he’s about to show her that some vows are made to be broken.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes Stanley has been in love with Lena for years, but he’s kept his feelings a secret. Now, he’s not the only one that wants her. He cooks up a plan and includes Axl, but trickery isn’t his style and he just may have ruined his chance to have the woman he loves and the friendship with her he holds dear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Jeez, I’ve played hell catching you alone today.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes Stanley bit back a grin, even as his dick gave an excited jerk behind the zipper of his uniform pants at the sound of Lena Durham’s voice. It was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to send his system rocking with a longing he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he’d tried.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He’d stopped trying. He couldn’t say when things had changed for him when it came to Lena, when he’d started to see the amazingly beautiful woman beneath the tough treat-me-like-one-of-the-guys exterior or when exactly he had fallen for her. He knew only that it had happened, and it was high time to do something about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He glanced at her as he closed the door to the tool compartment nestled in the side of Ladder Truck 52. The woman was amazing, always so well put together, and always so on top of everything. Today was no different. Her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled into a perfect ponytail high on the back of her head, her uniform T-shirt and slacks were wrinkle free, and he would’ve sworn she’d spit-shined her boots. Damn if looking at her didn’t make him want to rumple her up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I would’ve made it easier if I’d known you were trying.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her eyes completely slayed him, especially when he caught those quick flashes of desire that moved through them when they were together before she got control of herself and blinked them away. Things hadn’t just changed for him over the years they’d worked together. They’d changed for her, too. She was damn near a pro at hiding it, but every now and then, she gifted him with just a little something that confirmed his suspicions. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I need a favor, a very big favor.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes flattened a hand on the side of the rig and leaned on it. “Name it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lena hesitated and slowly scanned the bays again, obviously making sure they were still alone. “I need you to crash a date tomorrow night.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No way! Was she serious?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Whose date?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lena took a deep, audible breath and let it out slowly. “Mine.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Because he knew laughing wasn’t the response she would expect and it would ruin a much thought out and very carefully laid out plan, he managed to keep it together and simply blinked at her. “You want me to bust in on a date you have with another guy tomorrow night?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Yes. I’m supposed to meet him at seven-thirty at Amigo’s. It’ll look staged if you get there exactly at seven-thirty, so maybe wait about ten, fifteen minutes max before you show up. It would probably be better if you brought someone with you, too.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes lifted a brow. “Who am I supposed to bring?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She gestured toward the closed door to the common room of the firehouse. “I don’t know. Bring Prescott and Thomas. They love Mexican food. Hell, bring any of the guys. I just need this to look like it always does when we get together off shift and not like a date.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes couldn’t bite back the grin this time. “But you said it is a date.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It is, but I don’t want it to <em>look</em> like one.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Then why did you agree to go out with the guy?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I didn’t. I mean, I did, but I didn’t have choice.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes gave her a puzzled look. “Are you saying this guy is forcing you to go out with him?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lena blew a frustrated breath up her face, and damn if Wes didn’t feel his lips spread in another grin. It was happening, just not in the way he’d fantasized about for years. She was getting rumpled. Well, okay, rattled was probably the more appropriate word, but either way, he was loving every second of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“He isn’t forcing me. My grandparents are. Well, they’re not exactly <em>forcing</em> me,” she corrected, “but they really want me to go.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes slowly nodded. “And you couldn’t say no.” It didn’t surprise him. There was only one thing in Lena’s life he figured meant more to her than being a firefighter. Correction. Three things. Her grandparents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You’ve met my grandparents. Could you say no to them?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wes chuckled and shook his head. “I doubt it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Look. The guy is a firefighter. You know how my grandparents always donate money to the orphaned children’s fund during the cops and firefighter auction?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“They’re some of the fund’s biggest contributors.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Right. Well, usually, they write a check and that’s the end of it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“But this year, they bought you a date.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh, he knew that all too well, but he was really hoping tomorrow night would change that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The hope in her amazing eyes filled his heart. “Yeah, Durham. I’ll do it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Trauma surgeon Paris Rainer knows how to repair wounds, but mending a broken heart, let alone two, is something she didn’t learn in medical school. When tragedy strikes Cherish F.D. Station 2’s B-shift, her talents as a doctor are put to the test, but fixing sexy firefighters Tate Shaw and Ethan Crawford is going to take womanly skills she’s not sure she has.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Since Ethan’s world was turned upside down by a breakup, he’s been lost, accused of malicious vandalism, and waiting for the next anvil to fall. When it comes in the form of a beautiful surgeon, the last thing he wants or expects is to fall in love again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tate isn’t a stranger to loss. When he’s faced with losing another person close to his heart, he turns to the one person that seems to understand. But Paris does more than that. She gives him hope of a life spent with her between him and Ethan forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He closed that step of distance he’d put between them in a single stride that brought the hard wall of his body pressed against her front. “You’re babbling.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paris gasped, partly from the return of the electricity zinging through her system and partly because she knew she wasn’t doing anything of the sort. “I’m not babbling. You asked questions and I’m—”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Babbling,” he cut her off again, his voice low and rusty as he gazed down at her. “Apparently, I’m going to have to kiss you to make you stop.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paris blinked at him. No, he wasn’t because, oh, holy shit, whatever else she had been about to say evaporated from her mind at that. Somewhere in her scrambled brain, one question managed to form and make it past her lips. “Why would you do that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Because I want to.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He said it so simply, in such a matter-of-fact tone that she blinked at him again. “Ethan, you don’t want me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hadn’t he told Tate he was going solo? Hadn’t he just told her that Tate was a grown man and could do whoever he wanted? Both statements had made it clear to her that he wasn’t interested, despite the tricks her imagination kept playing on her every time they touched.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One ash brown brow lifted over a green eye that danced with intrigue. “Really? If the hard-on I had for you in the hospital didn’t tell you different, this one should.” He angled his lower body, pressing it more firmly against her, and yes, his cock was definitely hard as rock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paris didn’t know what to say. She licked her lips and tried to latch onto that part of her brain that knew she should tell him to back off. Instead, the words that left her mouth couldn’t have been any more different. “Then maybe you should kiss me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What was she doing? She had just given herself to Tate, more than once in fact, and was telling Ethan to kiss her now! She had left Tate sleeping in his bed. What would he do if he walked into the kitchen and found her kissing Ethan? What would he think? How would he react?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The questions sailed from her mind when Ethan kissed her. It was a soft kiss, slightly hesitant at first, as if he feared she might pull away or as if he was deciding if he should be the one to stop instead. She didn’t pull away and he didn’t stop. He licked his way into her mouth and coaxed her tongue into a hungry dance that had her mind reeling even as her clit started to throb. Her nipples beaded to hardened points. There was no way he couldn’t feel the darts of them pressing against his chest. Juices leaked from between her pussy lips to soak the cotton lining of her panties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Was she really going to do this?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She had found one of Tate’s shirts draped over a chair in the corner of his bedroom this morning and had thrown it on in lieu of her own clothes when she had come to the kitchen to get more water. Ethan fisted the material of that shirt now, the backs of his fingers grazing her flesh as he pulled it up and broke the kiss only long enough to tug it over her head. Then her pulsing nipples were pressing into the bare flesh of his chest and, God, yes, she was really going to do this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She moaned into his mouth, her lower body bucking on its own accord, and her hips swaying, grinding her center against the hard line of his cock still clad in his jogging pants. She already knew how enormously long and thick his cock was and her pussy convulsed to feel it inside her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The sound he made was more animal than man as he licked his way out of her mouth, danced his tongue down her throat, and dipped his head to take one of her breasts between his lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paris cupped his nape with one hand, fisted the strands of his hair with the other, and let her head fall back as the sweet sensation of his licking and sucking on her breast drove her straight to near madness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Ethan.” She wasn’t sure if she said his name aloud or only in her head. It didn’t matter. Either way, he didn’t stop the delicious things he was doing to her breast with his mouth. Instead, he shifted to her other breast, taking great care to give it the same attention as the first.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Oh, God.” Lightning bolts of pleasure shot down her body, igniting the fire already building in her pussy to an inferno she knew only this firefighter taking control of her body could put out. Apparently, Tate had done a good job of teaching her how to beg last night because it came way too easily to her now. “Ethan, please.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He lifted his head, met her gaze, and the look in his eyes only added more fuel to the fire inside her. “I do want you, Paris. I’ve tried to resist that. If you hadn’t still been here this morning, I would’ve been able to pull it off. But you’re here and I can’t. Let me have you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Unable to speak around the emotions clogging her throat, Paris nodded. There was no way she could’ve missed the party that exploded in his eyes at her answer. It was so shocking to see that excitement unfold that she nearly laughed, but he chose that moment to shove a hand between their lower bodies and cover her pussy through the thin lining of her panties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Damn, sweetheart, you’re wet. Tell me it’s because you really want me as badly as I want you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her hand was still in his hair and she toyed with the strands as she gazed at him. “Yes, Ethan. I want you.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That’s an interesting question coming from a man I’ve known for barely more than two hours.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ripley’s heart didn’t just skip a beat this time. It stilled. Holy smokes, the intensity on his handsome face coupled with the mixture of hope and confidence in his tone had juices leaking from between her feminine lips. She wanted this man. She wanted him to have his way with her, and, mother of hormones, she wanted him to do anything and everything to her that would give her that absolute and total pleasure he was talking about.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She shifted, putting the weight of her upper body on one elbow so she could reach for him with her other hand. “Yes, Xander. Call me crazy, but I trust you.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I would never call you crazy or give you a reason not to trust me,” he said, still so serious, so confident, and, oh, wow, those words shouldn’t have made her insides go all warm and fuzzy, but they did.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wanting to put them back in their playful mood from moments ago, needing to, Ripley asked, “Do you need me to show you what to do with those handcuffs?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He snorted. “Baby, I’m going to show you how these handcuffs can be fun.” He waited a beat and added, “Lay down and stretch your arms over your head.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was only one set of cuffs. He couldn’t bind both of her wrists to the headboard like he obviously wanted. Knowing it would throw him off, she told him, “I’m ambidextrous.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He gave her a withering look that had her struggling not to laugh. “Work with me, Ripley, unless you’ve got another pair of these laying around.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She let a half giggle escape. “I don’t, and I shoot my gun with my right hand, if that helps.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“So, just in case that’s lying around the room and I didn’t see it…” He muttered the words, but she heard the humor in his tone as he stretched her right arm toward the headboard and secured it to one of the wrought iron bars.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Still laughing, Ripley waved her left hand in the air in front of his face. “I still have a free hand.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Not for long.” He grabbed that wrist as he sat up and guided her left hand between her legs. “You’re going to play with your pussy until I get down there to take over.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Wh—” A sudden rush of uncertainty had Ripley needing to swallow before she could make the question come out. “Where are you going to be?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He shifted next to her, threw one powerful leg over her thighs, braced the weight of his upper body on his hands at her sides, and dipped his head. “Right here for starters.” The tip of his tongue touched the side of her neck and danced its way down.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ripley shuddered, every sensory nerve in her body anticipating the next lick, the next touch of his mouth, and the bites he’d given to her breasts in the living room.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Are you playing with your pussy like I told you to do?” The warmth of his breath fanned her flesh as his face hovered over her collarbone.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She wasn’t. All of her attention had been fixated on him, every particle of her being waiting for him to touch her, to taste her, and to fuck her. She pushed a finger between her sodden folds and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His lips unfolded in a smile against her flesh as he lowered his mouth to her collarbone and gave it a tender nip. “Now you are. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You should be doing it for me.” Ripley could finger herself any time the mood struck. Right now, she wanted his large, callused fingers between her pussy lips, fondling her clit, and pumping inside her channel.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ripley let out a quick burst of disbelieving laughter, but the moan that broke through it when his tongue touched her flesh again ruined the effect. “I don’t beg, Slick.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His head lifted, his gaze slammed into hers, and the calm authority shining among the flames in her eyes brought her inching toward the edge. “You will.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Officer Ripley Paxton has been betrayed by love too many times, but solitary life has gotten lonely. When she meets Xander, she makes it clear she’s looking for a good time and no strings. Then she meets Flynn and finds herself having that good-time-no-strings fun with both men…until the strings start to form, a threat makes itself known, and the only place she can turn is into Xander and Flynn’s loving, protective arms.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fire Captain Flynn Martelli has enough on his plate without adding a woman to the mix, but the sexy, vivacious Ripley is too irresistible to push aside. Firefighter Xander Wayland knows Ripley is the woman for him. The gorgeous vixen isn’t looking for long-term. Neither is he. His heart has different plans. When he discovers Ripley has been having fun with Flynn, too, he’s okay with that. So is Flynn. But neither man is okay with the threat that’s out to take her away from them forever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ripley took more than the minute she’d told him. She took more than the three required to run his license and plate through dispatch. She needed that time to get herself together. Holy mackerel! A speeder, or any other violator of the law, had never sent her body rocking or her mind on a fast train to get-it-on-ville the way Flynn Martelli did.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She consulted the information on his license. The birthday listed told her he was turning forty in two days. It told her he lived at 4628 Winding Mountain Lane. The plate on the back of his bike had told her he was a firefighter even before she’d run it through dispatch.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She toyed with the idea of not giving him a ticket. Both because he was simply too damn cute and because he was a firefighter. Winding Mountain Lane was in a fairly high-class neighborhood. The hundred and fifty the citation would cost him likely wouldn’t hurt his finances too badly. But the speed he’d been traveling on that motorcycle as he’d woven his way through the slower traffic keeping to the posted limit held the potential to hurt far more than his wallet.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ripley scribbled the citation, gathered his paperwork, and headed back to his bike. His large hands were back on the handlebars, his forearms, biceps, and posture relaxed. His hair was jet black, his face handsome and chiseled, and she knew, even before he turned his gaze to hers, the effect those bright green eyes would have on her system.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Here you go.” He straightened and took the items she held out for him. “I hope you aren’t late for your shift, firefighter.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It’s captain,” he corrected her as he shifted the items to one hand and opened his wallet with the other. His gaze dropped from hers as he replaced his license, registration, and proof of insurance in his wallet. He paused briefly when he got to the citation. Surprise followed by acceptance and a hint of amusement moved through his expression. “Thank you, officer…”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Paxton,” Ripley supplied as she watched his attention drop to the bottom of the citation where she’d signed her name.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His gaze met hers and, wow, merely being the object of this man’s attention made her imagination soar. Ecstasy, hot and intoxicating, pumped off him in waves. She wondered if he realized it, if he somehow did it on purpose.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her name rolled from his lips in a voice that was as hot and intoxicating as the rest of him. Everything about the man put her in mind of rumpled sheets and hot, sweaty sex.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay safe out there, Captain Flynn Martelli,” she told him as she slowly started backing away.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The grin that unfolded on his lips as he turned his head to watch her over his broad shoulder made her step falter. It was a slow curve of a set of truly kissable lips that had arousal shooting through her like a harpoon. Her nipples beaded, cream soaked her panties, and she couldn’t look away.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You, too, Officer Ripley Paxton.” He held her gaze for a long moment before he turned and started his bike.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ripley whirled around and headed for her cruiser before she did something stupid like run after him, hop on the back of his bike, and demand he take them someplace they could fuck. What the hell was wrong with her? She’d just had sex, truly marvelous, rock-her-world sex, with an off the charts good-looking guy mere hours ago. She’d been doing her best not to fall asleep after a full night of mattress gymnastics with Xander Wayland last night when Flynn Martelli’s speeding motorcycle had set her radar beeping on the dash of her squad car.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She slid behind the wheel of her cruiser, alerted dispatch that she was back in service, and buried her face in her hands. “I am turning into a slut.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She was turning into the worst kind of slut. A badge-bunny kind of slut. Flynn Martelli was a fire shift captain and, despite what she’d told Xander last night about his incapability to be a firefighter, she’d known that was exactly what he was. What were the chances Flynn and Xander worked the same shift at the same firehouse?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She consoled herself with the understanding that it didn’t matter. She would likely never see Flynn Martelli again, and, though she had agreed to see Xander tomorrow, what they had going was nothing but sex.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Damn it. The worse part of that whole thought was the realization that those few minutes she had managed to not think about Xander had been the time she’d just spent practically drooling over Flynn Martelli.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lieutenant Rhett Cox is known throughout the CFD as a playboy. A man not looking to settle down, he’s used to handling everything from fires to women with a calm, cool arrogance, but one encounter with Sydney has his internal temperature rising.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Firefighter Carter Devereaux never got over Sydney. Now’s she’s back and he wants her again. So does Rhett. Even in a city known for ménage relationships, neither are into sharing. Then a fire breaks out, Sydney is given too much time to think, and the men have to learn to compromise or lose the woman they love forever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Devereaux, keep her worked up,” Rhett told him. “I’ll be back in a minute.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Startled, Sydney shot a look over her shoulder in time to see Rhett disappearing into the master bathroom. She saw the door close, heard the water come on in the sink, and the forgot all about wondering what Rhett was doing when Carter lifted his head in front of her and licked one beaded nipple into his mouth. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her eyes closing as sheer erotic bliss traveled a flaming path straight to her clit, pussy, and ass. She sucked a breath through clenched teeth when his closed around that nipple, bit, and sent darts of pleasured-pain shooting down that same path. He worked the other nipple the same way, then alternated the attention until both were throbbing with a dark erotic pain that had her whimpering, panting, and on the verge of begging. Behind her, she heard the bathroom door open, felt the mattress dip, and shivered when Rhett’s large hands gently came to rest on her shoulders.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The minty scent of toothpaste drifted to her when he spoke. “Are you still on the edge for me, baby?” His low, melodic voice was huskier with his own needs as he dragged his callused palms down her back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sydney writhed, her body bucking against Carter’s hold on her waist, trying desperately to lower onto his cock. “Please. God, you’re killing me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rhett chuckled as his hands turned to glide over her ass. “Can you lean forward for me?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sydney flattened her good hand on the front of Carter’s shoulder as Carter’s hands adjusted their hold on her to keep her steady.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“That’s it, Syd. Lift your sexy ass so Rhett can pleasure it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She opened her eyes and stared into Carter’s, heard the soft snap as Rhett popped open the cap on the lube Carter had given him, and shivered when the cool gel met with the flaming flesh of her ass.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You’re going to tell us how it feels.” The calm authority in Carter’s voice left no room for argument. “We want to know how much you like having that sexy ass of yours fucked.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She did like it. She knew that. At least, she’d enjoyed it when Carter had taken her there. He’d started off surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the way he usually made love to her. That gentleness hadn’t lasted long. He’d well and truly fucked her ass, making her scream, and causing her pussy to plead for a cock. That had been one of the times she’d allowed herself to fantasize about having Carter and Rhett inside her together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rhett worked a well-lubed thick finger into her ass, spreading the cool gel deep, and wiggling the digit to coax her inner muscles to relax.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her pussy flamed, her hips attempted to push back on that finger in a quest to draw it even deeper. Carter’s hold remained firm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please,” she panted, barely able to breathe around the bittersweet pain exploding through her system. “It feels too good. I want more.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rhett gave it to her, though not as much as her body craved. He added a second and then a third finger, twisting and pushing them into her most sensitive entrance until she was crying out, begging, and ready to scream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Christ!” Rhett growled as he continued to work her ass to a frenzy of crazed need. “You’ve never made those sounds for me before.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You…never…teased…me so much…before.” Every word was labored. She had pushed them out of her mouth as her very soul filled with so much ecstasy she was almost certain it might kill her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m not teasing you now, baby. I’m just getting you ready.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I’m ready!” The words gushed from her lips as he pumped his fingers in her ass in a slow rhythm she had come to know so well with him. “Please, Rhett! Carter! My pussy. I need your cock inside me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Right. She was talking to Carter now. God, she loved their little games, but it was hard to keep things straight when they were scrambling her mind and tormenting her body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Please, sir. Will you fuck me now?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Carter chuckled. “That’s not exactly how I expected you to ask, but it works.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Oh, yesss.” It did work. He used his hold on her waist to draw her body down, sheathing his cock into her flaming pussy in a single, vicious thrust that drove him balls deep inside her. He stopped there, his hands still controlling her movement, and she felt tears of sheer frustration burn the backs of her eyes. “Please, sir. I can’t take much more of this.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“He needs to hear you say it, Syd.” That calm authority was back in Carter’s voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sydney opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed and managed to find the strength to look over her shoulder and meet Rhett’s gaze. “I want you inside me, Rhett. I’m ready for you now.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Paramedic Madeline “Maddie” Rafferty has watched quietly as all her coworkers on Station 5’s A-shift have found their true love. Only three people on the shift are still single…Captain Stacy Knox, Truck 29 Lieutenant Casper Wiley, and her. If she can get her way, Stacy and Casper won’t be single for long. Tired of sitting back and waiting for the men she wants to make their move, Maddie is about to show Stacy and Casper that the chemistry between the three of them is too hot to resist.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">She felt perfect in his arms. Stacy had known she would. He hadn’t known how scrumptious she would taste. Christ! The woman’s juices hadn’t done anything to curb his appetite for her. He needed to be inside her sweet heat, to feel her tight pussy muscles clamping around his dick as he pistoned his hips and drove himself inside her sultry body again and again and again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">His dick was harder than the pole at the firehouse. He was used to that discomfort around her. He wasn’t used to every part of his soul throwing a party with the knowledge that it was about to finally get exactly what it had wanted for far too fucking long.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">He shot a glance at the still open door, winced, and kicked it closed before he carried her down the hall. Madeline’s jaw dropped and she stared at the door over his shoulder.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Did you really just strip me naked with my front door standing wide open?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">He’d really only come here to talk. And, well, okay, to hopefully end up right where he was now after they ended the conversation. They would get to the conversation part of the program, but there was no way in hell his mind was going to be able to concentrate on what he needed to say when his dick and balls felt like they were about to burst.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">He carried her through the doorway of her bedroom, stopped at the side of the bed, and started to lower her down when she cupped the side of his face and turned it to look at her.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“If I don’t get to apologize for my actions, you don’t get to apologize for yours.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Stacy brushed his lips to hers. “Fair enough.” He drew his brows together when she wiggled in his arms. Not wanting her to fall, he slowly lowered her to the floor in front of him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Wow!” Her gaze met his for a brief moment and he saw the spark of vixen pleasure in her big blue eyes. “For a man that spends a lot of time behind his desk, you have one amazing body.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Madeline.” He cupped her cheek, loving the way she leaned into the touch. “I lost my head when you opened the door today, but I didn’t come over here just for this. We need to talk, to figure out how we’re going to handle this, but what we’re doing isn’t a one-time thing, sweetheart.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">He bent to pull off his boots and then kicked his pants and briefs off his feet. He snagged the pants before they got away from him, dug for his wallet, and palmed a condom as he straightened. Seeing her laying on the bed, her short brunette hair fanning the sheets beneath her, and her amazing body naked with her legs open for him to see the delicious pussy he’d feasted on moments ago stopped his heart. In that instant, he didn’t give a damn if he lost his rank, his job, or anything else he’d worked for forty-one years to build. What mattered most was the woman waiting for him to make love to her and he cursed himself for taking so long to give into the needs that had been haunting him for years.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Paramedic Madeline “Maddie” Rafferty has watched quietly as all her coworkers on Station 5’s A-shift have found their true love. Only three people on the shift are still single…Captain Stacy Knox, Truck 29 Lieutenant Casper Wiley, and her. If she can get her way, Stacy and Casper won’t be single for long. Tired of sitting back and waiting for the men she wants to make their move, Maddie is about to show Stacy and Casper that the chemistry between the three of them is too hot to resist.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Casper Wiley’s hands reflexively shot out and locked onto Madeline’s slender hips when she came to an abrupt halt in front of him, and he was toast. In all the years he’d lusted after her, fantasized about her, and wanted her, he’d managed to never touch her beyond a fist bump or a high five around the firehouse. He was touching her now and not just with his hands. He’d slammed into her and now his chest was pressed against the back of her head and shoulders, his dick was resting against the small of her back, and her shapely ass was against the front of his thighs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Casper knew he was a damn good firefighter, but the blaze burning inside him hot enough to turn the state of Tennessee to ashes for paramedic Madeline Rafferty was one he still hadn’t figured out how to extinguish. Holding her wasn’t going to help that a damn bit.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He felt her stiffen in surprise, and then relax in his embrace, and, God, help him, when she rolled her head on his chest to look up at him, he nearly lost the hold on his resistance he’d been gripping tightly all these years. Her gaze locked with his, and there was no way he could miss the heat, desire, and challenge that sparked in her big, blue eyes. His dick turned rock-solid behind his zipper. Even through the material of his uniform slacks and bunker pants over them, there was no way she couldn’t feel how hard he was. The soft moan that escaped her slightly parted lips gave him all the confirmation he needed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Rafferty. Not Madeline. Not Maddie. He watched her blink and all but saw her mind switch gears. Calling her by her last name put them back on the level they needed to be, paramedic and Truck 29 Lieutenant.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Casper gathered his willpower and used it to pry his hands off her slender hips as he took a full step back. He was still within arm’s reach of her, but he’d learned long ago how to control the urge to draw her in closer.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Madeline shook her head hard enough to send her short, brunette ponytail swinging and pointed to the field in front of them. “There’s a house over there. We have to check it out. He could be inside it.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Casper shifted his gaze to the house several yards ahead. It was little more than a shack on the hillside that had obviously seen better days. “Are you kidding? We’re a good mile away from the scene and I doubt anyone has been inside that place in years.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Look at the grass.” She pointed again, this time to the field surrounding the house. A path zigzagged through it on a direct course to the front door. “Someone has been through here, Wiley. It could be our guy looking for help.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Casper kept that suspicion to himself, though he’d started to believe the man they were looking for wasn’t merely a victim, but someone not looking for a run-in with any of the first responders in the area. Why else would an innocent victim from the downed helicopter that had crashed on top of a warehouse a mile away flee so far from the scene? Cherish Police Department, along with firefighters and paramedics from Stations 4 and 5, were back there scrambling to help people trapped in the part of the warehouse that had collapsed and others on the ground that had been injured by flying debris created when the helicopter had crashed. A triage had been set up at a safe, but close proximity to the warehouse and Casper, Madeline, and the rest of the Station 5 A-shift crews were searching the outlying areas for victims. One of the victims told Madeline’s partner, Neil Ingram, that he’d seen an injured man staggering this way.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Upon hearing there may be someone out here needing medical attention, Madeline had sprinted off. Casper had refused to let her go after the guy alone. She sprinted off again now, heading straight through the knee-high grass toward the house. Casper, once again, followed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Fine. We’ll check it out, but this is as far as we’re going. If he isn’t in there, we’re heading back to the scene.” Casper double-timed it to get in front of Madeline when they reached the rickety front porch of the shack. He noted the foreclosure notice taped to the outside of the door. A door that was standing partially open.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Madeline rarely called him by his first name, but every time she did sounded different in his head. It was always breathier and preceded by the word “oh” or “please” as he kissed and licked his way over every inch of her sultry body. Her hand that closed on his bicep while she pointed to the floor of the porch with the other didn’t help stop the change of her tone or the vision that formed in his mind.</span></div>
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