Bonding Camp by Christelle Mirin

will.”
    Lauren could smell their sex and their sweat. Her body rocked with the assault of two men spearing her in front and behind. The chain holding her rattled above her.
    “Morgan, have you tasted her?” Justice asked.
    “Yes. I still do. Come closer,” he said.
    Lauren opened her eyes, watching them through lowered lashes.
    Justice leaned forward over her right shoulder. Morgan met him there, still moving slowly inside her.
    The two men melded together at the mouth, their tongues tasting each other, searching.
    Lauren thought it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her insides began to coil again, winding tightly.
    “Mmm, you taste so…so sweet,” Justice said then licked Morgan’s lower lip. Their mouths met again with a hunger.
    She closed her eyes. Lauren could hear them, sighing, kissing, sucking each other’s tongues. One of them moaned deep in his throat.
    “I’m going to come,” Lauren whispered. “Come with me.”
    The men began to stiffen. Lauren could feel them swelling inside her as their hungry mouths devoured each other over her shoulder.

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    Then the dam broke, and she spiraled off into oblivion, both men shooting hotly inside her. It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure-filled blackness encompassing her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she surfaced, both men breathing heavily against her.
    Morgan slid out of her, backing away. Then Justice.
    “Hold her,” Justice said. “She can’t stand. I don’t want to hurt her arms.”
    Morgan grasped her around the waist while Justice reached above and unlatched her cuffed hands from the chain. Morgan caught her against his chest. “Limp little woman,” he said, sliding his arm behind her knees and lifting her into his arms.
    Lauren licked her lips. “Water, please.”
    “Take her to the whirlpool, Morgan. I’ll meet you there,” Justice said.

    * * * *
    Justice left Morgan to take Lauren to the whirlpool room and returned to his own office. He grabbed a robe from the back of his office bathroom door and slid it on. Then he retrieved three bottles of water from the small refrigerator beside the filing cabinet and exited the office.
    Entering the whirlpool room, he found Morgan removing the handcuffs from Lauren’s wrists. She was lying on a chaise lounge, looking extremely relaxed and utterly exhausted.
    “Here you go. Drink up. You’re probably dehydrated.” He handed a bottle of water to Lauren, who was rubbing her wrists. “Your wrists are okay, I hope.”
    She nodded, taking the bottle from him. She opened it and took a long drink before answering. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m…more than fine.”
    Then she giggled, running a hand over her forehead. “That was—”
    “Amazing,” Morgan finished for her. “I’ll be going to take a shower now,” he said, taking a bottle of water from Justice. “Miss 54
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    Brooke, very nice to meet you. I hope you’ll enjoy your employment at Cane, Moss, and White.” Then he smiled and headed for the door.
    Lauren stretched her legs and lay back, sipping her water.
    “Ready for a soak in the whirlpool? So your muscles don’t cramp up,” Justice said.
    “Yes. That would be lovely.” She smiled up at him.

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    Justice was pleased that he didn’t see any embarrassment in her face, only a satisfied afterglow.
    Justice moved to the control panel on the wall.
    The whirlpool room was his favorite hideaway at the compound.
    The room was tiled on three sides in muted hues of blues and greens, with recessed lighting that could be dimmed or turned off altogether.
    The whirlpool was built like a cross between a small swimming pool and a hot tub. It was large—eight feet wide by ten feet long—and had seats and lounging benches molded into the walls. There were too many water jets to count and underwater lighting that gave the water a bluish glow when the lights were out. The fourth wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling glass, hidden behind motorized shades. When