Inside Heat by Roz Lee

relationship, or whatever, with two brothers, but they were celebrities. They were well known in the area, and they might get by unrecognized alone, but when they were together, that would be impossible.
    They had state-of-the-art security for a reason. She thought of the single deadbolt on her apartment door and realized how different their lives were. What was she thinking? She couldn’t do this. She pushed back from the table and stood. “I’ve got to go.” Jeff and Jason were on their feet before she took a step.
    “Please,” Jeff extended his hand, palm out. “Stay a little longer. Let us show you the rest of the house, at least.”
    “Really, I should go.” She took a step. “This…won’t…can’t work.”
    “Megan, don’t go,” Jason said. “You don’t have to decide anything today. Just let us show you the whole house before you go. We’ll give you all the time you need to decide, but don’t say no because you’re scared.”
    “We won’t let anyone hurt you,” Jeff said. He moved closer while he spoke, close enough that Megan could feel the heat radiating off his body. She took a step back. Before she knew it, she was sandwiched between them. They towered over her by a foot, making her feel small. A moment of panic flitted through her mind. She really didn’t know them very well. She took a deep, calming breath. They smelled like sunshine and red-blooded male. Combined with the heat from their bodies, it made her knees go weak.
    “I don’t know…”
    “You don’t have to know, not right now.” Jason slid an arm around her waist and pulled her back against his hard chest. His erection pressed into the small of her back. His breath fanned over her ear as he spoke. “Let us show you the house. If you decide you’d like to stay a while longer, that’s okay; but if you need to go, you can. We won’t stop you.”
    It sounded so reasonable, spoken in that low, masculine voice that it sent shivers down her spine and made her hips move against his. What would it hurt to see the house? her inner vixen argued while her rational side kept silent – probably struck dumb by the feel of Jason’s erection pinned between them. God, he felt good – another reminder that sex with these two would likely shake the earth. The fact that she was still here, listening, testified to her susceptibility around them.
    “This is the kitchen,” Jeff said just before his hands found her breasts and his lips brushed the pulse in her neck. She shivered and pressed her breasts against his palms. “We eat in here. I can’t wait to feast on you.”
    Then they touched her, everywhere. Like a well-orchestrated symphony, their hands moved over her body, never going beneath her clothing, but her skin didn’t care. She broke out in a full-body blush and when two sets of lips nibbled on her earlobes, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against Jason’s chest. When had her head become so heavy? And her brain so useless? A protest formed somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, but never made it to her lips.
    “We’ll stretch you out on the counter and taste every inch of you,” Jason said between nibbles.
    Blood rushed to her lady parts and an embarrassing dampness heated the spot between her legs as her oxygen-deprived brain created an image to go with Jason’s words.
    “I could bend you over the table right now and fuck you,” Jeff said right before he covered her mouth with his. His lips were soft, but insistent. She opened under him, allowing his tongue to sweep in and steal what was left of her brains.
    “But that can wait,” Jason said, stepping away, leaving her backside cold and bereft. She would have fallen if Jeff hadn’t had a firm grip on her waist. She clung to him, relying on his strength to guide her for the next few minutes.
    She glanced at the remaining rooms downstairs, vaguely registering the enormous size of the house. There was a formal living room, dining room, and a front