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heat of his gaze.
    “This is a mistake.” Tally fought to keep her voice strong, to remember how fragile
    emotion could be and how often absent it was in the cold light of day.
    “A mistake?” he asked her gently, catching one hand and pulling it down his chest,
    over his hard abdomen until her fingers were cupping the rigid flesh contained beneath
    his silk slacks. “Feel that, Tally. Is it really a mistake?”
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    Tally shuddered, not because she ached so desperately for what she cupped in her
    hand, but because of the second pair of hands and the hard warm body suddenly
    behind her.
    It was her personal fantasy. How did a woman fight her own fantasy? Especially
    one that had tormented her for nearly a decade. Two men, tall and strong, dominant,
    determined. Both men hungry for her.
    Her head fell back against Dev’s shoulder as he bent to her neck. At the same time,
    Lucian’s head bent as well, his lips covering hers, his tongue pressing fiercely between
    her lips to tangle with hers. It was blistering, intense. Sensation exploded beneath her
    skin as four male hands roamed her body, easing her, sending arcs of white-hot heat
    sizzling into the depths of her cunt.
    She swore she would die from the pleasure. It wasn’t possible that one woman
    could endure such a high degree of carnal excitement. It surged through her
    bloodstream, whipped through her womb, spasmed into the depths of her pussy.
    “Soft,” Dev whispered as Lucian’s kiss destroyed her sensibilities. “Such heat.
    You’re so hot, Tally, I wonder if we’ll survive it.”
    His hands smoothed down the silk of her dress as Lucian moved one hand just
    below her breast. She cried out into his kiss, rising to her tiptoes, her hand gripping his
    neck as he held her close against him.
    “I could eat you alive,” Dev growled as he pushed her hair aside, his lips moving to
    the sensitive nape of her neck as his hands roamed over the clenching cheeks of her ass.
    Tally shuddered at the touch. She could feel her juices spilling from her pussy,
    dampening her thong as his hands gripped the material of her dress and began to ease
    it upward.
    She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. Lucian’s tongue was an invader,
    conquering her mouth, swallowing her muffled screams of pleasure as Dev eased the
    silk over her rear and ran his fingers along bare flesh.
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    Her hands clenched in Lucian’s hair. Pleasure tore through her body, anticipation
    setting fire to every nerve ending she possessed.
    “Damn, you have the most beautiful ass in the world, Tally.”
    Lucian’s lips were frantic on hers now, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she
    writhed in his arms. Hot male hands parted her legs as Dev knelt behind her. Tally
    wondered if she could possibly survive so much as another second of their touch.
    As Dev’s hand played with the curves of her ass, Lucian tore his mouth from hers,
    burying his lips in her neck as his hands pushed at the slender straps of her dress and
    eased them down her shoulders until the tops of her breasts were bared. She would
    have protested, would have worried that someone could come upon them if they hadn’t
    struck simultaneously.
    Lucian nudged the silk over one hard nipple and enclosed it in his mouth as Dev
    nipped at a buttock, his hard hands parting the cheeks as his tongue began to paint hot,
    rapid designs much too close to the puckered entrance to her ass.
    “Oh God! No more.” She arched in Lucian’s arms and, despite her words, held him
    close to her breast as she felt Dev moving the narrow band of her thong from between
    her buttocks.
    The suction of his mouth on her flesh, his tongue whipping over her pierced nipple,
    his teeth alternately tugging at the small gold loop, had her pussy pulsing in frantic
    need. She was burning, melting, and Dev was suddenly there spreading her thighs
    wide as his head tilted between them, his tongue a lash of excruciating ecstasy as he
    lapped at