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  “Give us the Menage à Trois, the red blend,” Pete murmured.

  She pretended to ignore him. “Oooh, and a bowl of crab soup,”

  she added, as her mouth began to water.

  “Ah, sounds good, make that two, please,” Nick interjected.

  “Sir, would you like a bowl as well?” Thomas asked.

  “No, I’m good,” Pete insisted, as they all handed their menus to the waiter. “I’m really looking forward to dessert,” he said, as he continued eyeballing Melanie.

  “Oh, I bet you are,” she said, cocking her head to the side

  licking her lips. She grinned when Pete’s eyes narrowed. He stroked his chin winkingd at her.

  “We’ve missed you, girl,” Nick said huskily. “This feels like old times again,” he added before giving her a playful nudge. “Did you miss us?”

  “Oh, stop it.” She giggled. “I see you guys a few times a

  month. Shoot, you act like you moved to California or something.”

  “You know what I’m talking about,” Nick pushed. “Seeing you

  at work, not being able to touch you…well, that doesn’t count. Now I can’t speak for my bud over there, but I for one missed the fun we used to have.”

  Heat rose to her cheeks as well as between her thighs as the sexual tension heightened between the three of them. Tiny currents of desire skated on her skin as Nick stroked the back of her hand.

  “Looking damned good in that black sweater dress,” he added.

  “The black thigh-high boots look good as shit,” he breathed. He leaned in closer. “Promise you’ll wear nothing but these later tonight.”

  Just then, Jonas arrived, setting their drinks in front of them.

  He opened the bottle of wine and poured some for each. He smiled as he walked away, leaving her to believe he knew exactly what was going on. Thomas must have filled him in on them.

  Her pussy clenched at Nick’s seductive words. She looked over at Pete who sat with his elbows on the table, hands clasped

  together, resting his chin on them. She could tell both men were horny as hell for her. They were biding their time, she knew. Soon, she’d be the main course.

  She cleared her throat when it became dry. “Thanks, Nick,” she replied breathlessly while squirming in her seat.

  “Doesn’t she look good, man?” Nick asked Pete.

  “Yeah, good enough to eat,” the blond said, wetting his lips, as he sat back into the booth. “That pussy good and wet, girl?” he asked with a sly smile. His eyes bored deep into her soul as she squeezed her thighs together.

  “I’d say so,” Nick answered for her. “Just look at her. She can’t sit still, man.”

  “Stop it,” Melanie mumbled before taking a healthy sip of her Bloody Mary.

  “Why?” Nick asked.

  “Better check her,” Pete suggested with a half grin.

  Slowly, Nick’s hand drifted to her thigh, causing her to jump.

  “Come on, baby,” he coaxed. “Mmm, bet you still taste as

  sweet as you did months ago.” He lowered his voice. “Shit, you got me rock fucking hard!”

  With a smile, she parted her leg, allowing Nick access. When his hand crept further toward the treasure he sought, she thought she’d die. She sucked in a breath as the dark-haired man’s hand rested at the crevice between her inner thigh and pussy.

  “Mm mm mmm!” Nick sighed. “So fucking hot,” he breathed.

  “Damn!” He paused momentarily as she shuddered at his

  ministrations. Stroking the crease along her inner thigh was too much. She captured his hand squeezing with all her might.

  Pete laughed when Nick pulled away suddenly, leaving her

  wanting more. “Yes, this will be a night to remember,” he insisted.

  “Maybe I will give you the gift I bought for you. Hope you like it.”

  Just then his BlackBerry rang causing him to curse beneath his breath.

  “Pete Ferguson,” he said quickly. “Yeah, um hmm, of course not.”

  Melanie watched with impatience as the man seemed to stare

  right through her. “I thought there would be no interruptions?” she said quickly. She gritted her teeth when Pete met his lips with his index finger. “Oh no, you did not just shush me!” she said, turning to Nick.

  “One of his guys dropped the ball. He fucked up a major account,” Nick said in a hushed voice. “Don’t blame him. Anyway, while he’s busy, you and I can discuss—”

  “You tell the customer I’ll touch base with the Regional Service Director, Larry Whelheim, and have one of the customer engineers install the part tonight!” Pete shook his head in frustration, and turned beet red. “Unacceptable! Umir Technologies is one of my major accounts! They had an outage, and I want it taken care of, now!”

  “Damn, he’s jumping in someone’s shit,” Nick snickered. “Must be that lazy ass Ryan McClure.” He turned in her direction.

  “Someone’s always dropping the ball, babe,” he said, brushing her braids away from her face.

  “I know, but—”

  “Be patient,” he persisted as he stroked her cheek. Pete ended the call and slammed the BlackBerry down on the table. “Easy, man.

  No need raising your blood pressure. What is it now?”

  “Umir had a major outage. We need one of Conklin’s customer

  engineers to install a part, ASAP!” Pete exclaimed. “I can’t afford fuckups! My quarter is riding on this. If I don’t deliver, I’m fucked!”

  He shook his head in frustration. “I’m going to have to meet with him Monday morning,” he said, picking up the BlackBerry again.

  “No one can reach the guys that are supposed to be on call over the weekend.” He hung on the phone for a few moments and shook his head. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

  Just at that moment, Jonas delivered their food. “Anything

  else?” the young man asked.

  “No, we’re good,” Nick said.

  “See, can’t get in touch with anyone! Shit!” Pete exclaimed, setting the phone on the table.

  “It will be handled,” Nick insisted. “Right now, eat. Sounds like you need to have a major con call with Conklin’s guys.”

  Melanie quietly ate while listening to the men talk business.

  This was something else that toasted her buns. Even though she knew they sometimes worked twenty-four seven, it still pissed her off. But that was the price of success, she figured.

  They ate talking casually while Pete tried several more of his contacts within an hour of his meal. Finally, after getting in touch with another service director, he became secure in knowing one of the best customer engineers was on his way to the Umir customer site.

  “Happy now?” Melanie asked, after wiping her mouth with the

  cloth napkin.

  “My problem is solved. When my clients are happy, I’m

  happy,” he said, cutting into his steak. “You should know that,” he added, shooting her a searing gaze.

  “I know this, unfortunately, all too well. I remember waking up, alone in bed because you two had to jump on conference calls at four o’clock in the morning,” she added in frustration.

  “Well darling, money doesn’t grow on trees,” Nick muttered in between bites. He looked at them both. “Anyone want dessert? If not, I’m ready to get out of here,” he said before dabbing at his mouth with the napkin.

  “You want anything?” Pete asked her.

  “No,” she murmured. A tingling sensation shot through her

  core, because she knew what was coming next. “I’m ready to go,”

  she added. Wasting no time, Pete caught Jonas’ attention and asked for the check.

  *

  The wine went straight to her head, she decided as she

  climbed into Nick’s SUV. It didn’t help that she’d had three Bloody Mary’s on top of three glasses of wine. Although not drunk, her mind was a tad bit misty.

  Pe
te climbed in after her shutting the door. Before she could speak, he pulled her close planting a smoldering kiss on her lips. A moan developed in her throat as she heard Nick turn on the engine and pull out of the parking lot.

  “Finger that pussy for me, man,” Nick said as he glanced in the mirror every so often.

  Eagerly, Melanie parted her legs, allowing Pete access. His

  hand seemed to leave fire in its wake. She gyrated her hips while he palmed her mound. His tongue mated with hers as his finger pulled back her damp panties. He groaned as soon as he slid a digit deep inside her, causing her to arch her back.

  “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, throwing her head back. “Oh

  baby yesss,” she hissed as his kisses fell upon the crook of her neck.

  Yes, oh God, Pete, bite me,” she pleaded, panting like a wild animal.

  “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me, hard and fast.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t see straight,” he whispered against her neck as he plunged another finger inside her, causing her to cry out. “Ah, that pussy’s so fucking tight and wet,” he added.

  He paused. “Nick, if you don’t hurry up, man, I’m going to blow a load in my pants.”

  Melanie grabbed his cock, squeezing him firmly. He gritted

  his teeth giving a quick yank to her braids.

  “Mmm, boy, you better stop,” she said huskily. “You know I

  like having my hair pulled.”

  “Well damn, how the fuck do you think I feel?” the Italian

  snapped. “I knew I shouldn’t have driven.”

  “Stop pouting and get us to my condo.” He yanked her braids

  again. “Wait till I get you where I want you. I’m gonna fuck you silly, and make you scream so loud, you’ll wake the dead.”

  “Promise?” she asked, with a smile.

  The drive was no more than fifteen minutes away, but seemed

  like a torturous hour. Nick pulled into the parking garage of the high-rise condominiums overlooking the Inner Harbor.

  Walking from the truck to the elevator was no easy task,

  especially with a soaking wet pussy that demanded attention.

  Nick walked in front, carrying her suitcase while Pete flanked her from behind. Every so often, he’d reach out to tweak her firm ass. When they entered the elevator, Nick pulled her close to his hard body, forcing her to take notice of his enlarged tool. She sighed when he pressed himself against her ass, pushing her to the brink of an orgasm.

  You know you want us,” Nick murmured in her ear as he sat

  her case down rubbing himself against her voluptuous cheeks. Her pussy screamed for penetration as she humped Pete’s leg.

  “I never said I didn’t,” she murmured huskily. Through the veil of her thick eyelashes, she saw Pete’s eyes glazed over in pleasure.

  Someone fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. That was the joy of being with two men at once—having four hands exploring her body. She loved that she could no longer tell who was touching her at the moment, and she didn’t care. She imagined the three of them in bed, a tangled sweaty mass, touching, tasting, satisfying her every whim.

  “Stop the elevator, now,” Pete demanded, while unzipping his jeans. “Can’t wait any longer,” he continued as his nostrils flared.

  Quickly, he reached into his pocket, retrieving a gold coin.

  “Yeah man, fuck her, make her scream,” Nick said breathlessly, as he played with the large bulge in his jeans.

  Instantly, Pete slid the condom over his thickly veined cock, making Melanie’s mouth water. She moaned as she licked her lips in anticipation before they hoisted her up, impaling her on Pete’s eager member. She slid down his tool with ease, gasping as he stretched her wide.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, clamping her legs around Pete’s

  body. His thrusts were powerful, demanding. Between that and Nick’s roaming hands, she thought she’d die of sheer pleasure. It had been too long, she wished she’d never let them go. “Fuck me,”

  she demanded, as she looked into Pete’s lusty gaze.

  He grunted as he quickened the pace. “Ride it, baby, ride my cock! Ah shit, girl,” he howled. He turned, slamming her against the elevator wall plowing into her with all his might, tearing forth a high-pitched squeal from Melanie.

  “Oh fuck, you two are making me horny as hell,” Nick said,

  squeezing his cock. “Yeah, give it to her, man,” he moaned. “Make her scream.”

  Between Pete’s thrusts and Nick’s potty mouth, she screamed

  her release. The Viking wasn’t too far behind, snarling as he came hard. Even though he wore a condom, she could feel the rush of hot seed invading her throbbing pussy.

  “Oh yeah—yeah!” Pete repeated, his intense climax rocking his body hard. “Oh fuck!” His body shook as he leaned against hers.

  Exhaling sharply, he released her gently. Smiling, he tucked his still-hard cock into his pants as she pressed the button.

  “Damn, it’s hot in here,” Nick said with a chuckle.

  She found herself gasping for air as the Italian stroked her rock-hard nipples through the sweater dress. “Can’t wait to taste these,” he said as the elevator doors opened. He bent down to pick up her suitcase as they exited into the hallway.

  Chapter Three

  Anticipation hung heavy in the air as Pete unlocked the door for them to cross the threshold of his condo. When he flicked the lights on, Melanie gasped.

  “When did you move here?” she asked. “Check you out.” She giggled. The place was large, too large for just one person to live here, she thought. Black leather furniture graced the large living room. She seemed to sink into the plush brown carpet as she walked around. On the far corner of the room was a large flat-screen television and a bar. Pete’s home was larger, definitely better than the small space he’d purchased before.

  “I got tired of living on Federal Hill. It was too congested for my tastes,” he said, picking up the remote from the glass coffee table and pressing a button. “Now, I’m renting that out,” he said with a gaze that seemed to look right through her.

  In her naivety, Melanie expected the flat screen to come on, but instead, the red and gold curtains opened, revealing a breathtaking view of the Inner Harbor.

  She walked over with a gasp. “Damn, you’ve got a pretty view, Pete. I love how Baltimore City lights up at night,” she exclaimed.

  “Oh, wow, it feels funny being this high up, over the harbor.”

  “Can’t wait for the weather to break, then we can have our way with you out on the balcony,” Nick said, reaching for her. He kissed her passionately, then released her.

  Before she batted an eyelash, both men had her naked in the shower. After several core-clenching orgasms while four hands soaped her up and explored every inch of her body, they accompanied her to the bedroom and dried her off.

  Quickly, they dried themselves exploring her voluptuous body with their hands and tongues. Their cocks saluted her as she sat on the bed. Both men sat down on either side of her, and Melanie reached out, stroking them both. Their moans of pleasure filled her ears while each man explored her body. Her lips parted as Nick held her plunging a finger inside her; she was mesmerized by his green depths. In a fit of ecstasy, she grasped hold of his wrist, holding him there. Her body convulsed when he brought her quickly to orgasm.

  “Oh, damn you,” she said in a hushed breath, almost close to tears.

  Gently, Nick pushed her down flat on her back while palming her breasts with his large hands. Wasting no time, he covered her with soft, moist kisses along her chocolate nipples while Pete explored her slick nether regions. Melanie’s mind spun as he parted her legs kneeling between them.

  Her breath deserted her when Nick squeezed her breasts

  together greedily sucking on her aching nipples for dear life. Her hips lifted off the bed as Pete’s tongue flicked across her fevered flesh, sending bolts of lightning to her pu
ssy. “Your scent drives me fucking wild,” he murmured, before preparing to go down on her.

  She moaned when his tongue speared her pussy.

  “Please,” she begged as her body shuddered. Suddenly, she realized the Viking had her just where he wanted.

  “Please what?” he asked, before bending down to bite her inner thigh. She sucked in a breath at the pained pleasure.

  “Eat me,” she demanded.

  “Beg me,” he said, on a moan.

  “Fuck you!” she exclaimed.

  “Yeah, we’re getting to that, babe.” Pete chuckled as he continued teasing her. He bent down biting her again, this time latching on.

  “Oooh…” She arched her back, hips rising to meet his lips, but he pulled away. “I hate you,” she whispered.

  “No you don’t,” Pete said with a smile. The tip of his finger traced her labia, tearing a wounded cry from her throat. Closing her eyes, she allowed the moment to carry her away. Nick furthered her arousal by lightly biting her nipples while nibbling along the crook of her neck. She gyrated moaning when Pete plunged two fingers deep in her pulsating pussy.

  “Oooh, I’m coming,” she purred as her body quaked from the Viking’s ministrations. Nick reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a gold coin. Eagerly, he ripped the foil from the condom.

  “How badly do you want to be fucked?” he muttered as he slipped the condom over his cock. A smile twisted his dark features.

  “You so want it bad, don’t you?” he whispered.

  “Yes,” Melanie said with a shaky, almost pleading voice.

  Pete rose, stroking his dick. His squared jaw and intense eyes egged her on toward another climax. It excited her to see her own juices coating his handsome face. “Scream it, baby,” he pleaded.

  “Uh-oh, yess,” she howled as the Italian teased her soaked pussy lips. Slowly, he rubbed the thick head of his cock against the swollen, fleshy bud. Nick sunk deep inside her, slowly making love to her. He placed her legs over his shoulders as Pete worshipped her breasts.