

### Perfect Chemistry

### By

### Jodi Redford

"Perfect Chemistry"

Copyright 2014 Jodi Redford

Edited by LR Burnia

Published by Jodi Redford

Cover by Kelly Apple

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CHAPTER ONE

Leo Martinez and Devlin Hawke clearly never received the memo that science geeks weren't supposed to look like hunky underwear models.

Trying to appear as casual as possible and not bring attention to her blatant ogling, Sidney Chase rolled her seat farther to the right, scoping a better visual of her sex-on-a-stick bosses while they chatted in the hallway outside their adjoining offices. Both men wore khakis and a white button down oxford shirt, but that's where their similarity ended. Devlin resembled a modern day Viking with his chiseled cheekbones and penetrating blue eyes. Leo, on the other hand, was every woman's exotic Latin lover brought to life. The two men combined were Sidney's personal Kryptonite.

Devlin leaned his linebacker-sized shoulders against the wall and laughed at something Leo said. The deep huskiness of his chuckle washed over her like a caress of velvet, leaving a colony of goose bumps in its wake. Despite the coolness of the AC, a hot flush zipped through her. Fanning her face, she loosened the top button on her jacket. Her naughty dream from the night before ghosted to the forefront of her mind. Leo and Devlin had called her into Dev's office for her annual review. A few minutes into the meeting, things got...interesting.

In the dream, Leo set aside the list of notes he'd been perusing and pinned Sidney with a penetrating look. "There's no denying that you're an invaluable asset to our staff, Ms. Chase, but we can't adequately rate your performance without a thorough examination of your skills."

Devlin abandoned his post by his desk and joined Leo on the small couch. "First we'll start with your oral presentation."

"I—I didn't prepare anything," she stammered.

"Well, that's most unfortunate." Devlin made a tsking noise. "Guess you'll have to find another way to prove you know how to use your mouth."

Holy crap. Was he suggesting what she thought he was? Leo and Devlin unzipped their pants, sending her lingering doubt packing. They hiked their briefs down just enough to reveal their cocks, and her mouth instantly watered.

Leo stacked his arms atop his broad chest. "This is a timed test, Ms. Chase, and the clock's already ticking."

Ooh boy. Challenge accepted. She crossed to the couch and dropped onto her knees in front of Leo. The length and impressive girth of his shaft might have scared the bejeebers out of some women, but fortunately she wasn't easily intimidated. Determined to dazzle him right off the bat, she lubed his fat cockhead with a couple strokes of her tongue before swallowing him part way down her throat with one long gulp. The sharp intake of his breath music to her ears, she slowly reversed course on his dick and offered up a cheeky grin. "I've been practicing on cucumbers." She'd had to find some motivation for eating healthy.

Devlin folded his arms behind his head. "I'm unconvinced of your multitasking skills."

Tough crowd. Little did he know that she was a freakin' pro at juggling several things simultaneously. Compared to scarfing down a bowl of oatmeal while applying mascara, this would be a breeze—and infinitely less likely to result in poking her eye out. Though anything was possible, especially with a pair of cocks that'd easily leave any cucumber with a size complex.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of Devlin's shaft and gave it a little love with a lazy pump of her fist. He thickened in her grip, a moan falling from him. Satisfied she was well on her way to acing this review, she returned the other half of her focus to Leo, laving him with teasing swirls of her tongue.

Midway through her oral exam, Devlin slipped out of her hold and lifted from the couch. She tried to see what he was up to, but the gentle pressure of Leo's palm on the crown of her head snipped that possibility in the bud.

"Now we come to the true test of your ability to concentrate, Ms. Chase." Devlin's hands smoothed over her hips before trailing beneath the hem of her skirt. "You are to keep that talented mouth working on Leo's dick. If you falter even once, your raise will be denied. Understood?"

Speech obviously out of the question, she nodded.

Without warning, Devlin cupped her mound. His fingertips grazed her clit through the silk of her panties, and then settled on either side of the eager bundle of nerves. He refused to give in to the blatant way she rocked into his tormenting, motionless grip. "Your pussy is absolutely soaked. Maybe we should fill it with something. What do you think?"

She started to pull her mouth away from Leo to answer, but recalled Devlin's earlier directive. Sneaky son of a gun. They were going to have to try harder than that to steal that raise out from under her. Bobbing her head, she sucked Leo deeper down her throat and gave a thumbs-up sign behind her back.

Devlin chuckled and rewarded her resourcefulness by tugging her panties past her knees. He gave both of her butt cheeks a playful, yet brisk slap before massaging the sting away. She groaned and increased her suction on Leo's shaft. If she made him come, they couldn't—

"Did I mention you're not allowed to cheat by making either one of us come? Doing so is an automatic penalty, and you will be required to begin all over."

Hmm, spending all day giving one gorgeous boss a blowjob while getting felt up by another? Where was the downside in that? Then again, they could be trying to sneak a fast one on her that'd disqualify her for getting that much deserved raise. Better heed the warning.

She slowed her motions to a leisurely suckle. Devlin traced the crease of her ass and paused to dip his finger inside her pussy. He found her G spot and stroked it with taunting deliberateness. Panting and whimpering, she strove to maintain her steady pace on Leo's cock without taking him over the edge. She risked lifting her gaze. The intensity of Leo's stare slammed into her, stealing her breath and shooting a decadent shiver through her body. Oh Lord. That look. Like he was seconds away from hauling her onto his lap and driving his rock-hard shaft deep within her.

Even as that enticing thought scrambled her brain, Devlin widened her stance and rubbed the velvety smooth and oh-so deliciously rigid length of his cock along her slit. He eased inside a fraction, stretching her with his thickness, and she gasped.

Leo shifted his focus to Devlin. "How does she feel?"

"Fucking incredible." Devlin squeezed a handful of her butt cheeks and sank one more inch of his dick within her sheath. "So tight and wet."

"Imagine how snug she'll be with both of us in that sweet little pussy."

Both of them? Holy—

The shrill buzz of Sidney's phone unceremoniously jerked her from her illicit fantasy. Heart thumping a chaotic mambo, she snatched the receiver from its cradle and croaked out her canned greeting.

"Hi honey, its mom. Just double checking that you stopped by the house yesterday."

Sidney smothered a groan. Of all people to catch her in the middle of dirty daydreaming about her bosses. "Yep, sure did." She winced at the breathiness of her voice.

"Sweetie, are you okay? You sound strange."

"Just a little short of breath. You caught me on a dash back from the bathroom."

Acutely aware that Leo and Devlin were within easy hearing distance, she kept her chat with her mom short and sweet. Not that her bosses ever minded her taking the occasional personal call, but she didn't feel comfortable abusing the privilege. And especially not after she'd just molested them in her mind. "You and dad enjoy the rest of your cruise. I promise I won't forget to get the plants and water the mail."

"Uh, honey, I think you've got that backwards."

Crap. "Well, I just figured it was one way to get rid of the bills." She offered up a quick, "Love you.", and hung up before saying anything more to stir her mom's suspicions that something weird might be going on.

Slumping deeper into her chair, Sidney sucked in a shaky breath. Lust was not going to get the upper hand on her anymore, damn it. She'd worked her ass off these couple years, attempting to gain some stability in both her professional and personal life. Okay, particularly her personal life. Her days of being led astray by her hormones were over. Finito Peeto. No more tumbling into bed with the wrong guy. While Leo and Devlin were certainly far from being her typical type—bad boy and oh-so-wrong-for-her, they were her bosses. If that didn't automatically make them off limits, the fact that the old Sidney would have jumped their bones and rode them six ways to Sunday sure as hell did.

Her crappy track record with men more than proved that she couldn't be trusted to make the right decision when it came to the opposite sex.

Refortifying her will with that stern reminder, she concentrated all her energy on transcribing the notes written in Devlin's barely legible scrawl. After a few minutes, Leo and Devlin returned to their respective offices, leaving her to her lonesome thoughts. She managed to log a whole whopping five minutes of data entry before the intercom on her phone buzzed. An instant later Leo's deep, faintly accented baritone drifted through the receiver. "Sidney, I can't find the data for March's test trials on batch 25."

She pushed up from her seat, and after a discreet tug to ensure her pinstriped pencil skirt hadn't hiked up in the rear, hurried toward Leo's office. She paused outside the threshold, momentarily held captive by her previous naughty dream and an entirely new fantasy that involved her striding through the doorway and discovering Leo sprawled gloriously buck naked in his chair. He'd stroke the hard length of his cock indulgently and give her a smoky stare.

"I lied, Sidney. I don't need the data reports. But it seemed good an excuse as any to lure you in here so you can sit on my big fat co—"

A pointed cough snapped her to her senses. Blinking, she noticed Leo's perplexed expression.

"You can come in, Sidney." He offered the invitation in a slow, patient drawl.

Great. Nothing like giving your incredibly hot boss the impression that you're a complete idiot. Silently groaning, she joined Leo next to the large cherry wood file cabinet.

He scraped his fingers along the sexy beard bristles that always seemed to hold her spellbound. "I was going over those reports on Monday. They should be here."

"Hmm, did you try checking one of the earlier data files? Maybe they accidentally got shuffled around."

Leo's eyebrows tugged into a low V. "I distinctly remember placing them back in this drawer."

"Let's take a look anyway." She moved to her left and her arm grazed along Leo's. It was a perfectly innocent touch. Absolutely no reason for her skin to flush and break out in goose bumps. She sucked in a breath, the action proving to be her downfall when his heady, masculine scent of forest and musk seeped into her sinuses. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra, causing her to snuff a moan at the teasing friction. Biting her tongue to keep from whimpering, she pulled on the wooden handle directly in front of Leo—and nailed him in his crotch with the drawer.

Mortification scalded her cheeks. "Oh God. I'm sorry." Assaulting the boss's dick with a file cabinet was probably grounds for instant firing. Brilliant, Sid.

"No damage done."

She suspected he was lying, particularly considering the noticeable lift in his voice. He grabbed the first available folder and methodically rifled through it before settling it back in place and moving to the next one. Desperate to make amends for T-boning his family jewels, Sidney dove into the task of searching the neighboring drawer. Less than two minutes later, she located the missing folder and handed it over to Leo.

He anted up a lopsided grin that only intensified her desire to lick him from head to toe. "I think a file-stealing elf is trying to mess with my head."

She chuckled. "Sounds like a legitimate theory."

Shifting his focus to the folder, he scanned its contents. The silence stretched into infinity, leaving her with the certainty that he'd forgotten she was still standing there. Coughing into her fist, she inched backward toward the doorway. "If you don't need me anymore, I'll, uh, head on out to lunch."

Apparently distracted, Leo lifted his gaze to her and blinked. "Need you?"

Oh Lord. That'd sounded far too enticing. Only in her delusional fantasies she switched it around so he didn't state it as a question, but instead a demand. As in, "I need you, Sidney. Now. On your knees with my cock deep in your throat."

Corking another whimper at the sudden taunting dampness of her panties, she shuffled closer to the exit. If she didn't get out of there within the next two seconds, no telling what embarrassing faux pas she'd commit. Ten to one it'd involve her being spread eagled on his desk and begging him to fuck her.

Yep, that'd definitely be embarrassing. She could already see how it'd impact her next performance review—"Your typing skills are admirable, Ms. Chase. But could you refrain from buffing the desktops with your ass?"

Leo cocked his head to the side, obviously waiting for an answer from her. At a loss for words, she waved a hand toward the doorway. "Lunch. Leaving. Now." She really should have stuck with the sign language. Because brilliant responses like that were doing nothing to disprove the fact that she wasn't a complete moron. Not trusting anything more that might pop out of her mouth, she hurried from Leo's office. After a quick stopover at her desk for her purse, she rode the elevator down to the third floor of the Carleton Towers and made tracks for the cafeteria.

She spotted Jane and Marissa parked at their usual table. Signaling that she'd be right over, Sidney joined the clusterfuck of a line already backed up past the sandwich station. Damn it. This is what she got for dillydallying with inappropriate fantasies of her bosses. Grumbling, she snatched a tray and plopped a bottle of water on top of it. Truthfully, if it were up to her they'd check out the new sushi joint in the Sterling Complex across the street. But Marissa's obsession with the hottie exec from the suite adjacent to hers meant they were on reconnaissance every day at noon. And since best friends supported each other in covert stalking missions, Sidney wasn't about to fail in her duties.

The line crept forward at a snail pace. By the time she snagged her ham and cheese rollup and paid at the register her stomach was bitching up a storm over its empty state. She slid into the available spot next to Jane and ripped off the sandwich wrapper. Several bites later she came up for air and returned Jane's and Marissa's stares with a squint. "What? I'm hungry."

Jane's expression turned shrewd. "You've been having dirty thoughts about Leo and Devlin again."

"No," Sidney replied automatically.

"You are such a crappy liar." Marissa scooted closer to the edge of the table and plunked her elbows down on either side of her tray. "The only time you attack your food is after being around them. And it's been getting worse lately."

Sidney dropped her sandwich onto her plate. "First off, it's completely weird to pay attention to my eating habits. And second, what the hell does it have to do with my bosses?"

Marissa rolled her eyes. "Hello. Your repressed desires are clearly being transferred onto food. Have you noticed that everything you order these days is basically phallic shaped?"

"Yeah, Sid." Jane waggled her eyebrows. "And you particularly seemed to enjoy that big, juicy bratwurst yesterday."

"You two are nuts."

Jane glanced at Marissa. "Now she's thinking about nuts. She's in worse shape than we thought."

Scowling, Sidney grabbed her sandwich. She started to take a bite but instead gaped at the suggestive way she was holding the rollup. It wasn't exactly like she was full on fondling it, but close enough that she was garnering interested stares from businessmen the next table over.

Oh Lord. Jane and Marissa were right. Uncertain whether to laugh or cry over her pathetic condition, Sidney settled on a groan. "Guys, what am I going to do? I can't keep having all these sexual thoughts about Devlin and Leo. It'll drive me insane." And likely gain her a lucrative side career in food fetish porn.

"I say you show up at work naked one day and show them what they've been missing out on." Jane raised her bottle of iced tea in a mock toast.

She gave Jane a droll look. "Right. That will get me that raise I've been hoping for."

"Maybe it will. You do have a great rack," Marissa supplied helpfully.

Sidney gave her friend a pointed look. "You spend way too much time watching me eat and inspecting my boobs."

Jane snorted. "Cut the girl some slack. She needs something to fill in the gaps in between visually molesting her McHottie's buns of steel."

Marissa's coloring rivaled a lobster's. "I don't stare at his butt." She averted her gaze when Sidney and Jane chuffed in response.

"It's a damn wonder you two Pollyanna's ever get laid," Jane quipped, snatching a grape from Marissa's fruit cup. "A tortoise makes faster moves than you both."

"Pollyanna? Seriously?" Sidney shook her head. "Do you not remember who you're talking about here?"

Jane jabbed her fork in Sidney's direction. "If you bring up the one time you had sex in the backseat of a car, I will reach across this table and bitch slap you. That barely qualifies as public sex, for fuck's sake."

"Does that mean I have to return my Slut of the Year tiara?"

"Hell yes. You're an embarrassment to the crown."

She grinned at Jane. "I love you, Skankarella."

"Love you more, Spunk Pocket." Jane blew her a kiss.

Not about to leave Marissa out of the affectionate name calling, Sidney and Jane christened their friend with a suitable moniker before gifting her with obscene tongue gestures that earned giggles from Marissa and more wide-eyed appreciation from the businessmen at the neighboring table. Sidney cleared her throat. "One of these days we should probably tell them that we're not lesbians."

"Nah. I see it as our civic duty to keep providing them prime jerkoff material. Especially the scrawny one. You know he's not seeing any action. Poor turkey-necked bastard." Jane licked her fork lasciviously, causing the guy in question to choke on his burger.

Sidney grunted. "You are far too easily entertained by your superhuman ability to ruthlessly tease every man on earth."

Jane twitched her nose before tossing her fork down. "Not every man, remember?" Although she used a breezy tone, there was no missing the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. It was clear that she hadn't completely recovered from Jack Brewster's rejection.

Feeling like a jerk for not considering her words before letting them spill free, Sidney curled her fingers around Jane's. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." The tight line of Jane's mouth softened and she smiled as she squeezed Sidney's hand. "Thank you for asking though. I'm not wasting another breath on Jack. But you are another story. You're right about it not being healthy for you to continue obsessing on your bosses. I worry it's going to stop you from pursuing a real relationship with a dick."

"Um, got news for ya. I've had plenty of relationships with dicks. That's a large part of my problem, if you'll recall."

Jane waved a hand dismissively. "I wasn't speaking figuratively. I meant an actual dick."

"You should have used penis to clear up any confusion," Marissa pointed out.

"Thank you, Boner Nazi. I'll keep that in mind for next time."

"I was just trying—" Marissa broke off with a resigned exhalation. "Oh forget it. The important thing is you're right on the money with this one. Sid does need to move on from her fixation with Leo and Devlin."

"Jeez. Thanks for making me feel like an obsessive loser." Well, on the bright side, at least having it pointed out to her in no-nonsense terms had officially killed her appetite. Which was a blessing, considering she'd been eyeing the cannoli at the desert counter. No doubt Jane would have given her major shit for that choice.

"You're not a loser." Jane squeezed her in a one-armed hug. "But you said it yourself—you can't continue going on this way. And living like a nun because you're afraid of constantly attracting the wrong men isn't the answer either."

"I know." Sidney picked dejectedly at her napkin. "I need to pitch the life jacket and dive back in the dating pool." Saying it was one thing, following through on it a whole other matter. Because it wasn't just that she was scared of repeating the same mistakes over and over and over. She also had zero desire to go out with the majority of men she knew. Sure, she could do the blind date thing. Or sign up for one of those online matchmaking services. But the thought of wading through what would most likely be a long string of toads in search of her prince made her nauseous. Especially since the only princes she was the slightest bit interested in getting naked and horizontal with remained so tauntingly within reach...and completely off limits.

Right on cue, her stomach rumbled. She shot a longing glance toward the dessert station and started to lift from her seat. Jane grabbed Sidney's wrist and shook her head.

Gusting a weary breath, Sidney plopped her butt back down. Great. No Leo and Devlin. No sex. And no cannoli.

This wasn't going to end well.
CHAPTER TWO

"Smooth move pretending to lose that file in order to get Sidney to yourself for five minutes."

Rubbing his nape, Leo tried his best attempt at a confused frown. "What?"

Devlin grinned. "Nice try, but you're the shittiest con in existence. Not that I blame you for being a sneaky conniving weasel. Her ass looks fucking incredible in that skirt."

He didn't need Devlin to point out the obvious. Every time Sidney bent over, Leo damn near busted out of his briefs. And if her lovely posterior wasn't enough to torture him with, her breasts were a distracting fascination all on their own. Too many days he dazed off at his desk or in the lab imagining the full weight of her tits filling his palms and his tongue running slow, teasing circles along her areola and nipples. How sensitive would those luscious ripe berries be? That was the taunting question front and center in his mind on a daily basis. It didn't lessen the fact that he respected and valued her as an employee. But it certainly did complicate matters. Eighteen months ago Sidney had walked through the doors of Phenom Laboratories, and Leo had instantly been smitten by her intelligence, charm, and yes, brick house body. As had Devlin. They'd debated the wisdom of having that kind of temptation under their noses day after day. But none of the other job candidates had offered the same qualifications as Sidney. And bottom line, they liked her. It'd seemed like a no brainer.

In the meantime, Leo continued suffering through the longest documented case of blue balls known to mankind. Not that there hadn't been other women. He was no damn eunuch. By any means. He loved women and enjoyed the hell out of sex by regularly sating his admittedly kinky appetites with those of a similar persuasion. But those females weren't Sidney.

He'd give his left nut for just one taste of her. The enticing scene unfolded effortlessly in his mind. He'd take his time tying her to his bed. He'd take an even longer time charting every inch of her creamy skin with his mouth, until she was quivering and shaking with need underneath him. Usually he enjoyed slowly building a woman's pleasure to the absolute peak with a vibrator before he got her off with his tongue, then again with his cock. But with Sidney he'd gorge on her like a ten course feast immediately from the start. There'd be no centimeter of her pussy that wouldn't know the feel of his tongue, fingers, and cock. And when she was seconds away from coming, he'd loosen her from the bindings, flip her onto her stomach, and—

Devlin's chuckle shattered the idyllic fantasy. "You're going to need a cold shower before she gets back from lunch, you damn horndog."

Leo followed his partner's knowing smirk down to his fly, and grimaced at the obvious tenting going on there. If it'd been any other guy checking out his package, he would have knocked them flat on their ass. But seeing how he and Dev had shared more than their fill of women, nothing was sacred or secret between them. Including their raging boners for their personal assistant. "Guess I'll have to count baseball stats since I'm SOL for the shower."

"Here, got something even better for you." Dev handed over a sheaf of papers. "I ran the comparisons on batch 25 and 38. Results are even more disproportionate than we originally thought."

Leo scanned the top readout and cursed under his breath. "I don't understand why the results are jumping around to this degree. We've kept the ratios consistent. Contamination isn't a factor. What the hell is going on?"

"At first I thought it might be a natural variation with the individual test subjects, but almost a quarter of these results are from the same people."

Leo frowned. "Xtacy is losing potency?" He didn't want to consider it. Not after the year of hard work he and Dev poured into this project. And especially not when they were a month out from presenting the formula to the big wigs at Scentual Sensories. If they landed this deal, it would mean huge things for him, Dev, and the rest of the Phenom team. Professionally, it'd put them on the scientific map. But it was so much more than that for Leo. Xtacy was a means of helping countless couples rediscover intimacy in new, powerful ways. There were plenty of aphrodisiacs and sexual enhancers on the market, but none of them came close to the potential of their miracle product.

Only it looked like their Wunderbar wasn't so full of the wonder juice these days. Son of a bitch. "So what do we do? Scrap the last several months and focus on tweaking the ratios?"

"Even with the degraded results, we're still a better product than any of the competition." Devlin held up his hands defensively when Leo pinned him with a hard look. "Damn it, I'm just trying to stay positive about this."

"By suggesting we deliver an inferior product?"

"That's not what I fucking said, and you know it."

"So we'd be a notch up from everyone else." Leo shook his head. "That isn't good enough. Not when we're better than that. I refuse to settle, and I thought you did too."

"I did." Dev rubbed his forehead wearily before meeting Leo's gaze. "I still do."

"Good. Then no more talk of being second best—even if it's only in reference to our own product."

Dev's mouth quirked. "I see that the bedroom isn't the only place you're bossy."

"Damn straight. Someone's gotta keep you in line."

"As long as you don't get any fucking designs on my ass."

Leo grunted. "You could be so lucky."

His laugh trailing after him, Dev headed for the door. "I'll be getting everything set up in the lab. See ya in there when you're done choking the chicken."

Snorting, Leo crumpled the top printout and lobbed it at his partner. The quick-reflexed jackass ducked from sight without getting pelted. Resting back in his chair, Leo drummed his fingers restlessly on the upholstered arms. This setback was the last thing they'd needed to deal with. Even if he, Dev, and possibly Joe and Margie logged in some extra hours, there still might not be enough time and sufficient data to take to Scentual next month. Maybe they should just bite the bullet and request an extension now. While he was mulling that option, a shadow fell across his doorway. Figuring it to be Dev back to harass him, Leo growled. "You can stop skulking out there trying to eavesdrop, you damn pervert. I'm not choking the chicken."

Dead silence met his surly response, followed almost immediately by the stealthy tread of footsteps beating a hasty exit. Leo froze in place. Aw shit. He shot to his feet and booked it around his desk. He dashed out into the hall just as Sidney scrambled into her chair. Her cheeks blazing red, she began furiously typing away on her keyboard despite the fact she was half sprawled out of her seat and the casters seemed determined to roll her in the opposite direction of her monitor. Her awkward position revealed a mouth-watering glimpse of her thigh thanks to the hiked status of her skirt. Apparently unaware of the peep show she was awarding him and his riveted response to it, Sidney blew at the temperamental chestnut lock of hair that'd fallen into her eye and flashed him an overly bright smile. "Hey! Fancy seeing you here. I thought I was the only one around. You know, in this immediate area. Where I haven't moved from in the last two minutes. At all."

"You were outside my office a few seconds ago."

"No." She drew the word out with a strained laugh. "Where would you get that crazy idea?"

"I saw you running back to your desk."

"Crap." She returned her focus to her computer and stared at the screen intently. "I'm sorry. I swear I wasn't eavesdropping...on anything you swear you weren't doing."

"Of course you weren't. I thought you were Dev. That's why I said what I did."

She jerked her gaze back to him. "Oh." Another laugh fell from her lips, this one the genuine article. "That sounds like something me and my BFFs would do."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You'd tell each other to scram because you're choking the chicken—or not, as the case may be?"

"Pretty much. We're, uh, rather uncouth." She blinked rapidly. "Not that I think you are, or anything. I was referring entirely to myself, Jane, and Marissa. Seriously, you should hear some of the perverted crap that comes out of our mouths. Totally crude, disgusting, and...I should probably shut up now."

Leo grinned. "But it's just getting interesting."

She snorted. "Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. Don't need my boss knowing precisely how lacking I am in common social graces."

The reminder of their working relationship immediately sobered him up. He'd never do anything to violate her trust in him or make her uncomfortable. It was one of the main reasons he refrained from overindulging his desire to spend as much time with her as he could. He wasn't about to give her the impression he was one of those lecherous bosses who invented excuses for getting to ogle her cleavage. And he sure as hell didn't need to put himself in a position where he was sweating any more for her than he already was. So as much as he was enjoying getting treated to this new faucet of her personality, he needed to watch his step.

Bitter regret weighing on his chest, he inclined his head. "I should be helping Dev out in the lab anyway." He stared down at her upturned face, battling the magnetic draw of her soft blue gaze. Everything about her called to him. The direct openness of her nature and the sexy sweetness she exuded. Every damn bit of it hit him square in the solar plexus and clanged warning bells in his head. Because if he stood there one second longer, he was going to give in to the devil whispering temptation in his ear.

Pivoting on his heel, he made fast tracks for the lab.
CHAPTER THREE

How could she be so dumb? Jeez Louise, admitting all that stuff to Leo about having a dirty mouth. Why not start waxing poetic about tampon usage and douching while she was at it? Fucking A.

Groaning, she dropped her face into her hands. He was her boss, not one of her girlfriends. There were some things you just shouldn't speak of. At the rate she was going, it'd be a wonder that they'd keep her around, much less offer her a raise. Of course, knowing how easygoing Leo and Devlin were, they'd probably refrain from firing her and would instead stick her in the spare cubby hole of an office in the back so she wouldn't be a threat to any innocent clients walking through the front doors. Not that she'd blame them. Knowing her, she'd probably invite the CEO of Scentual into a swearing contest followed by an energetic round of armpit farting.

Scraping her fingers through her hair, she straightened and blew out a breath. Well, she couldn't take back what she's said. Though Lord knows a time machine would come in handy right about now. She'd log a crapton of hours on that sucker today. Wrinkling her nose, she scooted her chair closer to her desk. That's when she noticed the indecent amount of leg she was showing. The upper band of her stocking was visible, along with the garter.

Holy crap. Shooting a glance toward the hallway, she discreetly tugged at the hem of her skirt. Leo must think she was a real piece of work. No wonder he'd hoofed it away from her so fast.

Refusing to dwell on her countless fuckups, she determinedly pushed all anxiety-producing thoughts to the rear of her mind and focused on transcribing the rest of the notes Devlin had given her that morning. The day crawled by at a slug's pace but at least she committed no further graceless blunders. She even managed to get the reports filed for the last batch of test trials they ran yesterday for one of their new clients, and that was even with Joe trying to flirt with her the entire time. Cute as the part-time tech was, she felt zero chemistry with him. It was the freakin' story of her life. The only men who made her tingle in all the good place were—

Nope. Not going there. A grumble rumbled through her belly and she grimaced. Enough with this BS. Steeling her spine, she snatched her cellphone from her purse and texted a quick group message to Jane and Marissa. Meet me in twenty at the Blue Goose. First round on me. She'd need a little liquid encouragement to kick this obsession with her bosses to the curb once and for all.

A quarter to five, Devlin ventured into the reception area and poured some water from the cooler into his coffee mug. She tried her damnedest to ignore the intriguing way his broad shoulder muscles shifted underneath his shirt. Okay, she failed at the mission. Big time. He turned toward her, and she whipped her gaze back to her monitor just in the nick of time.

"How's it going, Sid?"

Pretending to be deeply absorbed in her task, she manufactured a phony look of distraction. "Hmm? Oh, great. Putting the final touches on these reports. Should be done in a sec." She'd sent them off to Ruskers Pharmaceuticals nearly half an hour ago, but he didn't need to know that.

"You're doing a fantastic job. Leo and I really appreciate everything you do for us. Just want you to know that."

She attempted to detect any words that she should possibly read between the lines, and immediately chastised herself for being so paranoid. "Thank you. I appreciate you saying that."

"Well, it's true. And we're going to take good care of you."

"Err, what?"

Devlin parked his gorgeous ass on the edge of her workstation. "Your performance review is coming up. I know it's kind of letting the cat out the bag, but we've already decided to up your salary enough to guarantee you never leave us." He flashed her a dazzling smile.

It took a moment for the stars to stop spinning in her head. Good grief. The man was absolutely detrimental to her health. Not to mention her concentration. It took several seconds for his statement to penetrate her brain fog. "Oh, that's awesome." And it was. Almost as awesome as if he'd meant they'd be taking care of her in ways that'd end in an orgasm. But a raise was certainly better than a sharp stick in the eyeball. "Do you have any idea how much it will be?"

"Well, seeing how I'm half of the party giving it, I might have an inkling," he teased.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

"Gotta leave something for the actual review. Otherwise it's going to get boring for you just sitting there staring at us."

Heh. Little did he know she already had a Masters in staring at them. Half an hour in their office would be a breeze.

Devlin propped his heel on the toe of his loafers and took a swig of water from his mug. Even the way his throat muscles worked was ridiculously sexy. Yeah, she definitely needed to get laid if watching a man drink ended up soaking her panties through.

He blotted his mouth with his shirt cuff. "Any big plans for the evening?"

Other than fucking you and Leo out of my system with the first guy I find tonight? "No, not really. Meeting up with some friends later. That's about it."

He looked at her for a long moment, leaving her with the certainty that he wanted to say something. Instead he cracked another smile and pushed away from her desk. "Enjoy your night then."

She watched him stride in the direction of his office, disappointment wedged against her sternum. Getting on with her life and putting a stop to these useless fantasies was absolutely the smartest thing she could do. It wouldn't be easy. But she had no choice.

Resigning herself to that bit of sage advice, she snagged her purse and trudged to the elevator.

The Blue Goose was jammed to the gills. Not surprising. The place always became a meat locker by the time Thursday rolled around. At least the band wasn't playing tonight. Conversation would be impossible. She wiggled her way through the crowd, adroitly avoiding the gropes and pinches bee-lining for her butt. Wiping her brow, she slid in to the booth where Jane and Marissa were parked. "Sorry I'm late."

Jane scooped a pretzel from the bowl in the middle of the table. "You should be. You missed the Rhinestone Cowboy."

"Aw, damn it." The dude was a regular at the bars and nightclubs along Commerce Avenue. He practically qualified as a landmark. Jane—being Jane—had boogied with him on the dance floor a time or two. Sidney always declined out of fear of being permanently blinded by all that bling under the strobe lights. Sighing, she snatched a pretzel and munched on it dejectedly.

Marissa rubbed Sidney's shoulder soothingly. "I'm sure he'll be back."

"Who?"

"Rhinestone Cowboy."

Sidney flicked her wrist at Marissa. "That's not why I'm bummed." Her admission immediately gained her friends' undivided attention and concern.

"What happened?" Jane demanded.

Their obviously harried waitress appeared to take their drink orders. The moment the girl trotted off, Sidney filled Jane and Marissa in on her endless string of boneheaded blunders since arriving at work that morning.

"They are giving you a raise," Marissa reassured her. "With that being the case, the situation can't be as bad as you think it is."

"Maybe. But it doesn't change the fact that I still feel like an idiot."

"Y'all are overlooking the most important detail here," Jane chimed in.

"And what pray tell is that?" Sidney snuck another pretzel. At least it wasn't stick shaped. She didn't need the kind of trouble that would bring.

"Hot Leo apparently squeezes one off in his office now and then."

Choking on her bite of pretzel, Sidney gaped at her friend. Oh Lord. Like she needed that kind of erotic material hanging in her overstocked closet of dirty fantasies. "He was only joking."

"Yeah, that's what they all say. But ten to one he does. I mean, he is around that liquid Spanish Fly juice twelve fucking hours a day. Talk about some serious contact buzz. He'd constantly walk around with Mount St. Boner in his pants if he wasn't beating the meat. In fact, I bet Devlin does it too. Shit, wouldn't be surprised if they do it together."

"Seeing how the elixir is specifically formulated for women, I highly doubt it has that kind of an effect on him. Regardless, I'd really appreciate it if we could can it with any further references to my bosses indulging in a daily circle jerk. So not helping here." She shivered and tried to kill the provocative image of Leo and Devlin sprawled in their chairs, heads thrown back and faces strained in pleasure, fists furiously pumping away at their engorged cocks. Smothering a whimper, she squirmed on the leather banquet seat. Where was that damn drink when she needed it? Swiveling her head, she peered desperately for their server.

A heated exchange passed between Marissa and Jane in which Marissa scolded their friend for contributing to Sidney's potential tumble from the fantasy-free wagon. Like that ship hadn't already left the harbor. She'd been limping along the freakin' shoreline for the last ten minutes, no sign of a rescue boat anywhere in sight.

The waitress appeared with their drinks and Sidney gulped several fortifying swallows of her Long Island before digging in her purse for her credit card. She frowned when her fingers scraped the bottom of her bag without encountering either her wallet or her cellphone. "Uh, guys. I might have a problem here."

Jane and Marissa stopped their bickering to gaze at her expectantly. Desperately attempting to hold her worry at bay, Sidney gave the scoop on her missing wallet. The next several minutes were a wasted and comical attempt at hide and seek as the three of them inspected every nook and cranny of their booth. Sidney even went so far as to crawl on her hands and knees underneath the table to look there. Always an exceedingly undignified position for a woman in a tight short skirt. No sign of her wallet, but she found a nickel and a condom packet—unused, thank God. She left both objects right where they were. Full scale panic sinking its teeth in, she wiggled out from under the booth and grabbed her purse.

"Where are you going?" Jane demanded.

"Back to the office." Fingers crossed that's where her wallet and cellphone were. Maybe when she'd texted the girls earlier she'd forgotten to put everything back in her purse. She'd certainly been distracted enough by Devlin's presence at her desk to not pay close attention to what she'd been doing. Just further proof that she needed to nip her attraction to him and Leo in the bud before she became any further danger to herself.

"I presume you don't have your driver's license," Jane pointed out.

A quick rifle through the interior pocket of her purse produced the item in question. "I forgot to return it to my wallet after I went to renew my tabs on Monday." The only bright spot in this entire situation. Who knew she'd ever be grateful for a visit to the DMV?

Not waiting around to listen to the inevitable diatribe on her constant brain farts lately, she rushed for the exit.

The trip to Carleton Towers was a study in useless anxiety. Cursing at every red signal probably wasn't necessary or productive, but it felt good. She careened into a vacant spot near the entrance. Second bonus of the night—hardly anyone stuck around work past seven p.m., so the premium parking spaces were a free-for-all. Halfway to the doors she recalled her missing badge. Tossing out a few new swear words, she returned to her car and whipped the lanyard around her neck before hightailing it back to the building and swiping her card at the entry.

Less than a minute later the elevator deposited her on the eighteenth floor and she dashed in the direction of her office. The moment she stepped into the reception area she instantly spied her wallet and cellphone sitting in silent mockery next to her wireless mouse. Her groan a mix of relief and weariness, she crossed to her desk and slumped in her chair. Now that she'd broken every land speed and traffic law to get here, she had no desire to move for at least five minutes.

The sudden cramp in her calf muscles a firm reminder that running in six inch Louis Vuitton knockoffs was butt-ass dumb, she winced and kicked off her heels. Massaging her leg, she glanced around the dimly lit space. It was odd being alone in the office. Hell, she was probably the only one on the entire floor. She could kind of see the appeal of working an afterhours shift. No one around to bug you, and there was a certain peace in the quiet solitude. And biggest advantage of all—she didn't have the overwhelming appeal of her hunky bosses to contend with. Then again, Leo and Devlin were notorious late night workers themselves, so she probably wouldn't get much relief there.

The moment the use of relief bloomed in her head, the word naturally rooted into a more sexual connotation. Jane's earlier insistence on Leo and Devlin masturbating in their offices took center stage. A tingle coursed through Sidney's clit, and she crossed her legs in a futile attempt to lessen the torment. It didn't matter that she was utterly unconvinced of Jane's cockamamie theory. Her depraved mind was all too eager to latch on to it with gleeful eagerness.

Well aware that she was dangerously close to sinking neck-deep into the quicksand, she abandoned her seat and walked down the hall. She hesitated in Devlin's doorway for a second before entering the room, a forbidden thrill flushing her skin. It probably made her the lamest naughty girl in history, but it did feel incredibly bold and daring to be in his office without a valid excuse for being there. Maybe she'd really spice things up by fondling his stylus. Biting back a giggle, she circled the room, deliberately touching everything. At least she didn't do anything lewd like rub her boobs on his desk top. She did have some restraint.

After treating Leo's office to a similar nosy inspection, she reluctantly conceded that she'd invaded their privacy to a satisfactory enough degree and started to head for the exit. That's when the double doors leading into the laboratory caught her eye. Her footsteps stalling, she gnawed her bottom lip.

She really shouldn't go in there. Not that she'd get in trouble if she did. She'd been inside the lab a handful of times since joining Phenom. Besides, Leo and Devlin granted her unrestricted access to anywhere in the building, so what was the big deal? Really, it was downright silly that her nerves were dancing the Jitterbug like this. What was the worst that could happen? The colony of mutant Venus Flytraps they were secretly growing in there would eat her the moment she crossed the threshold?

"Hahaha. Right." She was at least thirty percent positive that wouldn't happen. Not terrible odds when you got down to it. Sucking in a steadying breath, she closed the distance between her and those mystical beckoning doors and waved her badge in front of the keypad. The deadbolts released with an audible click.

"Here goes nothing." She stepped inside, and blinked reflexively as the motion activated lights illuminated the stark white space. Her luck was taking a turn—no Little Shop of Horrors botanical abominations waiting to pounce. The tiles cool and slippery beneath her stocking-clad feet, she tiptoed to the closest workstation. A rack of test tubes and beakers were lined up in a row on the glass countertop. Each one held a clear, rosy pink substance. It had to be the Xtacy elixir. Although she'd never actually seen the product up close and personal, she'd cataloged enough test trial photos of it this past year to know what she was looking at.

Again her wayward thoughts trekked to Jane's wild claims. He is around that liquid Spanish Fly juice twelve fucking hours a day. Talk about some serious contact buzz.

Even if the elixir worked on men, not freakin' likely it'd have that powerful of an effect. It'd have to be some crazy Harry Potter-ized shit to drive someone into manic chicken choking. Twitching her nose, she plucked the last vial on the left from its holder and sniffed at it. The subtly sweet aroma of roses drifted up her nostrils, along with some other unrecognizable scent that held a distinctly tangy undertone. Overall, it was pleasant, but nothing to write home—

A warm, decadent lick of sensation curled low in her tummy, its sensual tendrils spiraling outward. Her nipples pebbled and her clit throbbed. "Ooh." Well now. That was certainly interesting. Intrigued, she experimented with a longer, fuller inhalation. The gentle ripple in her lady parts kicked into a full blown tidal wave of intensity. Holy shit. She jolted, and the test tube went flying. Horrified, she scrabbled to catch the vial but it slipped out of reach and shattered on the floor, its contents splattering everywhere.

"No, no, no." Heart racing, she began to drop onto her hands and knees before recalling the shards of glass. After a frantic scan of her surroundings for something to mop the mess up with, she settled on the paper towel dispenser hanging on the opposite wall. Wadding a bunch of the towels, she furiously scrubbed at the liquid pooled on the tiles, trying her best to scoop up the broken pieces of the test tube at the same time.

Somewhere during the process it became abundantly clear that she was either breathing in an inordinate amount of the elixir, or absorbing it through her skin. Regardless of the point of contact, the aphrodisiac was undeniably having a field day with her body.

Moaning, she tossed aside the sodden paper towels and wiped her perspiring forehead with the back of her hand. Her skin was too damn warm and...tingly. Dropping her arm, she wrestled with the buttons on her blouse, desperate to get some cool air on her overheated flesh. Her clumsy fingers bumped against her lace covered nipples and she bit her tongue to keep from whimpering. This was beyond torture. Seriously, what kind of sadists were Leo and Devlin to unleash this wicked horniness on womankind?

Cursing her bosses to hell and back, she tore her top off and struggled to free herself from her bra straps. The damn things had taken on a life of their own and seemed determined to keep her trapped within their evil imprisonment for all eternity. Finally she gave up and resorted to scrunching her bra down to her waist. Rather than finding instant relief from the hot flashes sizzling her skin, the chilly air wafting from the AC amped up her torment. It felt like every inch of her skin was being subjected to whisper-fine kisses. While the titillating caress wasn't exactly unpleasant, it was also doing nothing to ease the itchy need taking over her entire being.

Her breaths coming in ragged bursts, she stroked her palms up along her abdomen before cupping her breasts. Normally she wasn't overly sensitive to having them played with, but even the touch of her own hands intensified the wanton ache spreading through every cell in her body. She rolled her nipples between her fingertips, the pinch shooting like an arrow straight to her clit. Biting her lip, she pressed her knees together, the movement constricting the burst of pleasure into a tensed coil. One wrong move and she'd completely lose it.

She caught her reflection in the shiny surface of the stainless steel equipment locker across the way. Her hair was a bedraggled disaster and she was wearing a bra belt. Yeah, clearly she so had her shit together here. Equally tempted to laugh and cry, she compromised with a giggling sob. She shifted her weight to the left, and bit back another whimper when the crotch of her panties pulled taut between her pussy lips. A hedonistic craving gripped her tight, overwhelming her with images of Leo and Devlin stripping her naked and laying her out on the nearby worktable. No restraints were anywhere in sight, but her fevered imagining easily fabricated ones, and her bosses secured her in the straps before shrugging from their lab coats. They wore nothing underneath. Wonderful how fantasies conveniently disposed of pesky things like clothes.

Her breasts quivering with each breath she sucked in and expelled out, she waited to see what punishment they had in store for her willful trespassing. Leo strode to the equipment locker and grabbed something before returning to her. While Devlin leaned over her and licked her nipples into stiff prominence, Leo dabbed a healthy portion of the Xtacy elixir onto her clit and suctioned one of the tiny devices he'd fetched from the cupboard into place on her throbbing bud. He passed a matching pair of suction cups to Devlin to be affixed to her nipples. The second all three of the apparatuses were activated an excruciating current of arousal ceaselessly zip lined throughout her body.

She cried, begged, and cursed for them to let her come, but her pleadings fell on deaf ears. Instead Devlin pressed a lever that angled the table so her head was slightly lower than her feet. His beautiful cock nudged at her lips and she dutifully opened to take him. The firm, velvety crown slid along the roof of her mouth and nudged against her tonsils. Utilizing a slower-than-molasses pace, he fucked her mouth, each pump of his hips lodging him slightly deeper down her throat.

The teeny cups on her nipples and clit increased their maddening suction until she was arching in her restraints. It was almost as if the contraptions were directly synched with her sensory neurons and in particular to her response to Devlin. That hypothesis proved highly probable when Leo freed the straps on her ankles and dropped the end portion of the table supporting her legs. Even before he positioned his cock at her slit, she knew he was going to fuck her. Well, her body did anyway, because the suction cups went haywire and her pussy flooded with moisture. She was so wet the succulent sound of his penetration filled the room.

The erotic soundtrack of their moans and the slapping of flesh was more than she could take. But still they tormented her with pleasure beyond compare without actually allowing her release. Every time the hint of her orgasm peeked from the horizon, Leo slipped from her pussy, causing the suction cups to ease up. As soon as the tidal wave ebbed to a peaceful ripple, he pushed inside her again and steadily spiked her pleasure back into the stratosphere before pulling out and repeating the process. He and Devlin relentlessly teased and tortured her this way for what seemed an eternity.

Finally Leo bracketed her waist with his hands. "Have you learned your lesson, Sidney? Or do you require further demonstration of why it's dangerous to play with things you don't understand?"

Oh hell no. She'd gotten the message loud and clear. No more sneaking around labs for her. Unable to voice her assent with Devlin's cock still in her mouth, she frantically bobbed her head.

"Good girl." Leo eased inside her and gripped her hips. He alternated between deep and shallow thrusts, hitting her G spot with each lingering pass of his cockhead. The suction cups sent out tingling spirals of bliss along her synapses, making her gasp and moan around Devlin's swollen shaft. He didn't seem to mind in the least.

"We're going to make you come now, Sid. Hard. You ready for it?"

Was he fucking kidding? She'd been ready for the last ten minutes. Not that she'd been counting. Much.

Her surliness fled as Leo swiveled his hips, grinding the suction cup firmly against her clit. The pressure built there, slowly expanding outward in a shimmering promise. Her toes curled and she strained against the unrelenting hold of the straps. Leo hammered one last stroke home and held deep and hard inside her, detonating the fuse on her elusive orgasm. She broke on a muffled wail, ceaseless shudders racking her.

Sidney snapped to awareness, the echo of her scream ringing in her ears. It took a moment to realize the tremors quaking through her weren't merely residual phantoms of her fantasy orgasm. She'd experienced the real thing. Shaking off her befuddlement, she lowered her gaze to her lap. At some point she'd hiked her skirt up and shoved her hand down her panties. Even now she could detect the lingering pulse drumming in her clit.

Holy. Shit. Quickly snatching her hand free, she scrambled to her feet and stared at the mess surrounding her.

What in the world just happened? And even more importantly than that, how the hell was she going to explain to her bosses than she'd just accidentally destroyed several months of research in one fell swoop?

Maybe they would punish her. As if it were in full accord with that plan, her clit tingled. Uh uh. No freakin' way. She'd indeed learned her lesson about encouraging these ridiculous fantasies of her bosses. From now on, her mind was going to be pure as a driven snow.

Okay, that was probably physically impossible for her. But she'd no longer picture Leo and Devlin naked. That she could manage. Maybe. If she fell into a coma. And if said coma didn't come with sneaky fantasy side effects.

Crap. She was so screwed.
CHAPTER FOUR

Cracking a yawn, Devlin hit the brew button on the coffee maker and waited for the machine to deliver forth its nectar of the gods. It was beyond him how Leo could function without caffeine every morning. Just as well though. Left more for the mere mortals who didn't possess unnatural alertness at five a.m.

After a few minutes the coffee finished percolating and he poured a cup. Groaning in appreciation at the first sip, he headed down the hall.

Leo was already holed up in his office with the readouts from batch 39. He glanced up as Devlin strode into the room. "We need to set up trial runs ASAP. The second Sidney gets in I'll have her get the ball rolling with some phone calls."

"At least let the poor girl have her morning java fix, Mr. Early Morning Freakshow."

Leo grunted. "She drinks tea."

"Ah, so you have been paying attention." Devlin chuckled at his partner's dark scowl. Yeah, he was an asshole to keep ribbing Leo, but it was damn fun. Besides, he was just as much a sucker when it came to Sidney. Misery loved company, as they say. He placed his coffee mug on the corner of the desk and stroked his jaw. "For shit and giggles, let's pretend for a moment that we wouldn't scare her off. Would it be so wrong to invite her to bed?" He and Leo had butted heads over this subject enough times the outcome was pretty much inevitable. But it didn't stop Devlin from hoping for something different.

"What do you think?" Leo leaned back in his seat and offered up a droll look. "Assuming she didn't immediately slap us with a sexual harassment lawsuit, what are the odds she wouldn't run screaming for the hills? You know damn well most women aren't into being shared by two men, and sure not with men who have a kinky dominance streak."

"Guess I don't have to worry then. Think that gives me a shot with her?"

"Sure." Leo's expression turned menacing. "As long as you're looking forward to my foot up your ass, Amigo."

Devlin grinned. Leo only broke out the Spanish when he was either pissed or in an affectionate mood. Odds weighed heavily on it being the former in this case. "Can't say I am."

"Glad we have that settled." Apparently satisfied that their sacred pact to keep Sidney off limits remained firmly intact, Leo passed yesterday's reports to Devlin. "I'm still on the fence that a month is adequate for the data we need for Scentual."

"So we reschedule our presentation."

Leo exhaled resignedly. "Yeah, I don't think we have any other choice."

Gaining the interest of the number one fragrance manufacturer in their market had been a huge boon. Losing their global backing would be a devastating loss, but it wouldn't be the first time he and Leo faced monumental setbacks. Just like on those occasions, they'd ultimately come out on top.

Devlin grabbed his coffee mug and crossed over to his office. He powered on his tablet and scrolled through his emails. Nothing much exciting beyond a few tech newsletters he subscribed to and an ad for penis enlargement. He deleted that one and settled in to peruse the article on 3-D printing. Halfway through his read he was hit with the odd certainty that something was off about the placement of his paperclip dispenser. Frowning, he leaned back in his chair. "Hey, were you messing with my stuff?"

A grunt came from the other side of the wall. "Yes, because clearly I have nothing better to do than drive your OCD ass crazy."

"Well, you are a maniacal motherfucker." Devlin made a point of loudly plopping the dispenser back into its proper position. "And it's not OCD. I use the stapler more often, so it should be front and center, not the paperclips."

"Admitting you have a problem is the first step in recovery."

"Asshole." Chuckling, Devlin finished up his coffee and returned to the kitchenette for a refill. He was waylaid on the round trip to his office with Leo's request to fetch his reading glasses from the lab. After tossing out a few teasing digs about his partner becoming an old man, Devlin made tracks down the hall and fished his badge from his pants pocket.

The moment he stepped into the lab he was struck once again with the peculiar sensation that something wasn't quite right. As much time as he spent in the space, it was practically his second home. So with that said, if his Spidey-sense was telling him that a detail wasn't as it should be, he was damn well going to listen up.

Rubbing his chin, he surveyed the room, mentally checking off boxes as he cataloged each detail individually. Trash can in corner—normal. Lab coats on their proper hooks? Yep. Workstations prepped and ready for—

His mental inspection skidding to a halt, he stared at the empty test tube holder resting on the station across from him. The vial had most definitely been there when he and Leo locked up yesterday.

So where the hell did it go?

Determined to get to the bottom of that mystery, he retraced his steps to Leo's office. "Did you do something with one of the vials from batch 39?"

Leo tore his focus from his monitor, his brow furrowed. "No. Why?"

"It's missing."

"What?"

Well aware of where Leo's thoughts were jumping, Devlin shot up his hand. "Don't burst your coronary. We don't know that this is a repeat of Texon." But after having one of their prized formula's ripped off by a competitor several years ago, the fear was there of it happening again. Even with all the precautions they'd taken to prevent a reoccurrence, the threat was always present. There was only so much they could do.

Leo vaulted from his chair and rushed from his office. Devlin stayed hot on his heels. Once inside the lab, Leo confirmed Devlin's suspicions with a string of colorful obscenities. Raking his fingers through his hair, he shot a narrow squint at the panel obscuring the security camera in the corner. "Let's pray they were too sloppy to cover their ass."

What were the chances someone would be foolish enough to stroll in here and steal Xtacy without disguising their identity? Wisely deciding to keep that woeful dose of reality to himself, he followed Leo back to his office. With a quick click of his mouse Leo pulled up the link to the security system and located the time stamp for last night. He fast-forwarded through an hour or so of uneventful footage before a blip of motion flashed across the screen.

Leo's features hardened. "Got the son of a bitch." He rewound a few frames and pressed play.

On the footage, the lab lights flickered on and a woman stepped into view. Devlin blinked. "Wait a minute. Isn't that—?"

"Sidney." Her name fell from Leo with the same amount of bemusement that plagued Devlin. They both leaned closer to the computer as she sashayed to the workstation and picked up the test tube.

Devlin shook his head. "I don't believe it. Not of Sidney. No fucking way."

"Then what the hell are we looking at?" Leo demanded, his tone flatter than a desert highway. Despite the lack of inflection in his voice, Devlin knew his friend was hiding a world of hurt while he processed the visual evidence of Sidney's potentially traitorous activity.

"I don't know, but let's not jump to conclusions yet." Come on, Sid. What are you doing? His heart knocking, he waited for the moment she'd put the vial back and scurry out of there, completely unaware of the real criminal lurking in the shadows about to abscond with the Xtacy formula. The wish was a desperate shot in the dark on his part, but he refused to give up hope. No matter how thin it was. When the test tube went flying out of Sidney's grasp and smashed onto the floor, he straightened with a jolt, renewed optimism crashing over him. "She dropped it. That's why it's missing."

A fraction of the doubt lifted from Leo's gaze but his shoulders remained tense. "It still doesn't explain what in the devil she's doing in the lab."

"Who knows? Maybe she was just curious—" Devlin broke off abruptly when Sidney ripped off her blouse and wrenched down her bra. All coherent thought beating a hasty retreat from his head, he stared at the sheer magnificence of her breasts. She cupped their bountiful weight and tweaked her nipples. The real estate in Devlin's briefs suddenly became a lot more cramped. Gripping the edge of the desk, he risked a quick peek in Leo's direction and noticed his friend was equally enamored with the unexpected show.

Leo swallowed hard, his Adam's Apple bobbing. "We probably shouldn't watch any more of this."

"Yeah, we shouldn't."

They both kept their attention fused to the screen. Sidney's hand crept inside her panties. He and Leo adjusted their flies simultaneously. She bit her lip, her head falling back against the side of the workstation as her hips moved in rhythm to the motion of her fingers. Even with that miniscule scrap of fabric concealing the view, the sight playing out in front of them was tantalizing as fuck. She was completely uninhibited in her wild chase to the Big O finish line. The continued reel of her gasps and moans sizzled along Devlin's nerve endings, but it was his and Leo's names screamed at the top of her lungs when she ultimately came that sucker punched him like a two by four.

Holy shit. Jerking his gaze to Leo, Devlin discovered he wasn't the only one sledge hammered by that startling last part of her self lovin' session. "Uh, she just came while thinking about us." There was no denying the obvious. A person didn't just randomly scream someone's name at the height of passion.

Leo scrubbed a hand over his mouth, his wide-eyed stare still glued to his computer. "Fuck me."

"Uh, dude? Pretty sure that's precisely what she's saying."

"We don't know that." Leo gestured to the frozen image of Sidney's blissfully sated sprawl. "She was under the influence of Xtacy. Who knows how much that's distorting her response?"

Leo could fool himself all he wanted. No damn way Devlin would do the same. Xtacy was a libido booster. Granted, a highly powerful one. But it didn't fabricate orgasms or fantasy material out of thin air. It worked with existing factors and enhanced the user's experience. Leo was damn well aware of that, seeing how they'd painstakingly designed it that way. So his stubborn resistance to the evidence they'd seen was purely his way of trying to maintain the safe wall between them and Sidney.

Well fuck that shit. If what they'd just witnessed didn't verify that she was perfect for them, then Devlin would rectify Leo's oversight pronto. And he knew precisely the means to do it. "Not one of the test subjects matches the level of Sidney's response to Xtacy."

Leo sank back in his seat, his expression equal parts wary and curious. "What difference does it make? She's not in the program."

"But she could be."

"That would be a damn mistake."

"Why?" Devlin waved at the stilled footage. "She could be the answer we've been looking for. We'd be stupid to overlook the ideal candidate because she happens to work for us."

Leo's eyebrows formed a perfect V toward the bridge of his nose. "But she does work for us. Big fat problem there, don't you think?"

"Not if we have her sign a waiver."

A flicker of hope flashed in Leo's eyes before he quickly banked it. "You're assuming she'd even want to do this."

Devlin would bet his entire life savings that she would. Yeah, he was desperately grappling onto any bit of evidence suggesting that their attraction to her was completely mutual. But his instincts never failed him before. Fingers crossed, his luck would continue to hold. "The only way we'll know is if we ask."

Leo remained quiet for a long time. Not averse to playing dirty, Devlin clicked the wireless mouse, rewinding to the exact moment she screamed their names in ecstasy. He paused the image and headed for the door.

Leo's cough broke the silence. "I'll call Miguel and get him to draw up the papers."

Miguel was Leo's brother-in-law and their lawyer. Snuffing his hoot of triumph, Devlin grinned and strode from the room.
CHAPTER FIVE

Midway to the Carleton Towers' main elevators, Sidney's cellphone chirped. The display showed the incoming call was from Jane. Normally Sidney would let it go to voicemail when she was in a rush, but she still felt bad for ducking out on her friends last night. And truthfully, she could use another pep talk to steel her nerves for the admission she was about to make to her bosses. Maybe she should have left a note on their desks about breaking the test tube. Then again, that kinda seemed like the coward's way out. Better to face the music in person—and fall sobbing at their feet, begging them not to fire her. She clicked the Talk button. "Hey, sorry again about yesterday."

"No problemo. I'm glad you were able to find your wallet. You ready to face the music with your bosses?"

Sidney blinked at her friend's choice of words. It was absolutely scary how in sync their brains were sometimes. So much so, she was half convinced that neither Jane nor Marissa had believed her story that nothing happened beyond her accidentally dropping the elixir in the lab. "No, but I'm pulling up my big girl panties as we speak."

"Don't stress yourself out too much. Shit happens. You're a damn good employee. They'd be stupid to get rid of you over one teensy mistake."

She appreciated Jane's faith in her, but the mistake was far from miniscule. She wouldn't fool herself in that regard. Glancing at her watch, she winced and hastily wrapped up her chat with Jane. The last thing she needed was to get in any hotter water than she already was by being late. Tucking her phone in her purse, she ducked inside the elevator.

By the time she reached the eighteenth floor she was more tightly strung than a Stradivarius. Knees shaking, she stepped inside the office and deposited her purse in the cubby underneath her desk before making the trek down the hall. She stalled on the other side of Leo's doorway, her heart pounding.

Suck it up, you big baby. Squaring her shoulders, she entered the room. Both of her gorgeous bosses were parked at the small conference table. Well, at least this way she killed two birds with one stone.

She had a second to silently drool to her heart's content—might as well, since she'd likely get her ass booted out the door in five minutes. Possibly sooner, depending on how long it took her to stammer through the most awkward apology in history. Not wanting to push her luck, she cleared her throat.

Devlin's and Leo's gazes jerked in her direction fast enough to give her whiplash. She took a hesitant step forward. "Are you busy?"

Both men shook their heads. Clasping her hands behind her back, she took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. "I accidentally destroyed one of the vials of Xtacy."

Leo thumbed the outer edge of the papers stacked in front of him. "We know."

"I didn't mean for it to happen. It just sort of slipped from—" Her tongue tangled on the last word as his statement registered. She ping-ponged her stare between him and Devlin. "Y—you know?" How was that remotely possible? Even if they'd noticed one less test tube on the workstation, she wouldn't have thought they'd automatically assume she was to blame.

Devlin gave her a look that was hard to decipher. "The security cam caught everything."

His announcement was akin to having Freon injected into her veins. Her stomach bottoming out, she wobbled in her heels. "Security cam?"

"We had it installed several years ago after a previous employee stole a formula out of the lab and sold it to the highest bidder."

She gaped at Devlin, the contents of her stomach dangerously close to making an appearance on the carpet. Desperately swallowing against the rising acid in her throat, she pressed trembling fingers to her mouth. "H—how much did you see?"

"All of it," Leo replied, the gravel in his voice noticeable.

"Oh my God." She swayed, the tempest in her belly swirling. Moaning miserably, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Before she could add to her complete mortification by tossing her cookies in front of them, Leo abandoned his chair and swept her into his arms. He gallantly carried her to the small sofa and sat down with her cradled against his chest.

Too weak and stunned to properly process the fact she was snuggled in his lap, she pressed her clammy cheek to his collarbone. "I'm going to feel doubly horrible if I puke on you now."

He smoothed a palm along her scalp. "If you do, you do."

"No, this shirt probably costs more than I make in a month. And you're being awfully nice to me, despite everything that happened."

"Eh." He shrugged. "The shirt is replaceable, and I couldn't very well let you faint in the middle of the room."

Leo continued stroking her hair and she melted into a puddle of goo with a contented sigh. Any moment now she'd probably wake up from this crazy dream. Might as well enjoy this good part while it lasted.

Devlin settled on the opposite end of the couch and stretched his arm across the back. His smile warmed her as much as Leo's touch. "Feeling better?"

"Yes." Her thoughts drifted to Leo's pronouncement from moments ago, and she broke from the bubble of hazy serenity she'd been suspended in. They saw her diddling herself on their laboratory floor. Good grief. She'd never be able to look them directly in the eye again. Averting her gaze from Devlin's, she attempted to extract herself from Leo's hold, but his soothing caress along her nape lulled her into limp compliance.

Her noodle-like state took a hit for the worst when Devlin removed her high heels and pulled her feet on top of his lap so he could massage them. It could have been a scene straight out of one of her fantasies. Only they'd all be naked by now. Reminded of the dastardly cause for her current predicament, she groaned. "Really, you two are being amazingly sweet, and it isn't that I don't appreciate a man who knows how to use his hands—" Jeez Louise, why couldn't she zip her lips before thoroughly decimating her dignity? "But none of this is helping my problem."

"And what problem is that, sweetheart?" Devlin's thumbs did delicious things to her instep, almost making her skip over his endearment.

Almost. Collecting herself so she wouldn't stammer like a complete idiot, she gaped at him. "Hello? Do you not remember what I did in your lab?"

Devlin's gaze turned smoky. "I most certainly do remember. It's all I've been thinking about for the last three hours."

She blinked, the carnal hunger in his eyes slamming her dead center in the solar plexus. He was staring at her like she was a big ole juicy T-bone he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into. The sensuous nature of his lingering caresses on her feet suddenly didn't seem like a mere coincidence or figment of her overheated imagination. Additionally, there was no denying the intimacy of being cradled in Leo's arms. And if she wasn't mistaken, that was definitely not a cucumber in his pocket.

Not being one to second guess herself, she wiggled her hip slightly to the left, and bit her tongue at the hefty solidness of Leo's erection. She swallowed hard. "Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but there seems to be something going on here."

Devlin deliberately settled her ankle against his fly, letting her feel his own impressive hard on. "And what do you think is going on, Sidney?" A wicked, teasing glint sparkling in his eyes, he rubbed her toes, his cock blatantly stiffening beneath her foot.

There was no way this was real. She pinched herself, and smothered a yelp. "I—I think you're attempting to seduce me."

Leo's mouth brushed her ear. "Is it working?"

Oh my God. I was right? When exactly did her life turn into a never ending Twilight Zone episode?

Then again, did it really matter? She'd been fantasizing about this for a year and a half. Why was she focusing on anything other than getting her mitts on these beautiful men? Intent on rectifying that immediately, she scooted closer to Leo, happily cozying up to that glorious erection while she smoothed a hand along his chest. His rumbling moan making her giddy, she loosened the top button on his shirt and gave in to the urge to nip that sexy whiskered jaw of his. "Mm, that would be a hell yes."

Tangling his hands in her hair, he angled her head back and slammed his mouth over hers. His kiss felt like a claim of ownership. And if the instant soaking of her panties was any indication, it excited her beyond reason. His tongue delved past her lips and stroked along hers, increasing the heavy ache between her legs. In her wildest imaginings she had never created a kiss so ravenous and consuming. He slid one hand to her nape and cupped the other around her breast, squeezing with a firm confidence that stole the little oxygen remaining in her brain. She clung to him, dizzy. He broke their kiss, his breaths ragged and strained as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. "Dev insisted you'd be on board with this, but I was too afraid to believe you'd go for it."

"Err, you watched the scene in the lab too, right? At what point did it look like I wouldn't want to be with you?"

Leo chuckled. "Point taken."

"Good. Then feel free to take me." She nibbled her way along his chin, purposefully bee-lining for his lips.

He stalled her before she could reach her intended target. "Sidney, we need to go over some things first."

"Mm hmm, I'm listening." Distracted, she traced her fingertips over the enticing ridge of his pectoral muscle visible through the gap in his shirt. She glanced over and found Devin watching her with blazing heat in his eyes. It struck her that he must have been aroused by watching Leo kiss her. Would he be equally turned on if he was the one administering the kiss?

Determined to find out, she leaned sideways and pressed her lips against his. It required no more invitation than that for him to get in the spirit of things. He coaxed her lips open for him by licking the bottom seam and flicking the tip of her tongue with his. She submitted to a shuddery moan as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. His technique wasn't as dark and edgy as Leo's, but the sensual way he made love to her mouth was no less intoxicating. And like Leo, Devlin couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingertips and sucked the side of her neck with a growl when her head fell back against Leo's shoulder.

"Dev, you're not helping matters here." Despite the dryness in Leo's tone, there was no mistaking the continued firmness of his erection poking her thigh. He was just as aroused as he'd been two minutes ago. Possibly even more so.

After treating the sensitive tendon beneath her ear to one last nip, Devlin kissed her on the lips before reluctantly awarding Leo his full attention. "The floor is all yours, Boss Man."

Leo's mouth tipped upward in a wry slant. "Much appreciated." He shifted his scrutiny to Sidney and his expression turned serious. "We're treading into unchartered waters. Before we get in over our heads, the proper precautions need to be taken. For each of our sakes."

She settled onto her butt and tucked her skirt over her knees. "If this is about the boss and employee issue, I want to reassure you that I would never take advantage of anything that happens between us."

Leo squeezed her hand. "We know that, querida. But you also need to be protected and feel safe in knowing that we wouldn't abuse the situation either. So it's important that we do this the legal way with a consent form and signed guarantees from me and Devlin that your participation in the program by no means jeopardizes your position as our PA."

She frowned. "Program?"

"Yes, for the test trials on Xtacy." Leo's fingers loosened from hers and stroked her thigh. "Your response to the elixir is unlike anything we've encountered before. You're the key to helping countless women enhance and recover their sexuality, and in many cases, achieve a climax for the first time."

His words took a moment to fully digest. This was about Xtacy. Not that he and Devlin didn't necessarily desire her beyond clinical research, but the realization that it was a major component to this startling turn of events still deflated her ego a bit.

What did you expect, you delusional nincompoop? That they'd secretly harbored similar fantasies of you all this time? Why not go a step further, and suggest they were using this situation as a means to woo her into a relationship that would end in a happily ever after and a nursery full of mini geeks for them? Yeah, even she couldn't clutch at that fantasy without acknowledging the insubstantial consistency of its illusion.

Concern etched into his features, Devlin smoothed aside the lock of hair that'd fallen across her eye. "Your involvement in the program would be strictly confidential. Your privacy means everything to us, Sid. Your name won't be attached to anything outside of the consent form."

He thought she was worried about her reputation. While she did find that undeniably sweet and reassuring, it didn't change the fact that she had far bigger uncertainties on her plate than the potential judgment of her colleagues. She had an overwhelming weakness for Devlin and Leo. Signing up for this experiment might very well set her up for a devastating fall.

No, not might. Would. She couldn't stick her head in the sand and delude herself that the outcome would involve anything more than a pat on the back for bringing women the world over a big screaming O. Would that be enough to satisfy her? Of course, she'd most likely be treated to plenty of those orgasms too. That certainly wouldn't be a hardship.

She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. This all stood a good chance of working out fine if she kept her feet firmly planted in reality and didn't let her heart get involved. Really, in some ways it was infinitely less likely to blow up in her face compared to the majority of her past relationships. At least this time she'd walk into the situation with her eyes wide open, and Leo and Devlin weren't trying to fill her head with false declarations of love just so they could get into her pants. That was already a guarantee, so no lies and pretenses necessary.

It was kind of liberating, now that she thought about it. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she glanced from Leo to Dev and back again. "All right. I'll do it."

Huge grins broke across their faces. Devlin was the first to seal the celebratory moment with a kiss. His tongue plunged past her lips, instantly sweeping her under his seductive spell.

Lord, the man did know his way around a kiss. The second he came up for air, his spot was immediately taken over by Leo. In between his kisses he whispered to her in Spanish. She had no damn clue what he was saying, but his accent made her tingle in all the fun places, and really, that's all that mattered in her book.

Her senses on overload, she slipped her hand inside his shirt and stroked his warm, velvety-smooth skin. He smelled so wonderfully delicious; she wanted to eat him up in one huge, gluttonous bite. Whimpering, she scooted backward, blatantly rubbing against his tented fly.

Groaning, he stalled her motions. "Sweetheart, we have to behave. At least until Miguel faxes the legal docs over."

"Mm." She wiggled between Leo and Devlin—one big happy filling in a hunky manwich. "Does that mean I get to be as bad as I want once the ink is dry?"

Two pairs of hands coasted up along her thighs and flirted with the snaps on her garters. Devlin licked his lips. "Baby, you have no idea what we have in store for your bad little self."

Her pussy clenched at that sinful promise. One thing was certain. That damn fax couldn't arrive fast enough.
CHAPTER SIX

Leo grimaced at the visible tremor in his fingers as he carefully packaged the Xtacy vial for transport to Sidney's condo. The last time he was this nervous he was a wet behind the ears sixteen year old about to lose his virginity. He'd been with plenty of women since that clumsy fumble in the backseat of his Chevelle, but you wouldn't know it with the way he was sweating. Much as he wanted to kid himself that his revving pulse was due to excitement over getting hands-on with his product research, he knew it was only a tiny part of the reason. Sidney was the numero uno cause.

He'd never craved a woman this badly. The tiny taste he'd gotten of her on the sofa wasn't nearly enough. If he didn't get a grip, he stood a good chance of embarrassing himself worse than he had with his unskilled teenage fumbling, for shit's sake. Silently chastising himself, he plopped the elixir in the padded envelope and locked up the lab. Dev was still in his office, wrapping up a business call with one of their clients. The moment he spotted Leo in the doorway he held up a finger and mouthed, "One minute."

It damn well better not be a second over that, otherwise Leo would be forced to dunk his dick in an ice bath. Grumbling, he snatched the keys to his Audi and waited for Dev in the front reception area. He sure as hell wouldn't have carpooled today if he'd known they'd be ending out the night indulging all of their kinkiest desires with Sidney.

He lingered by her desk, casually inspecting the few photos grouped in the frame propped near her computer. Curiosity had nudged him to look at them countless times before, and he still smiled as he took in the image of her looking goofy and adorable as she duck faced for the camera with two other women he assumed to be her cohorts in crime.

Dev's tuneless whistling announced his approach and Leo glanced in his partner's direction. "Do you need to stop at your place for anything, or can we drive straight to Sidney's?"

Dev cocked an eyebrow. "Anxious to get in her pussy much?"

"Like you aren't."

"True." Dev's expression turned considering. "I'm surprised you don't want to swing by your place to grab some accessories though."

He'd debated the possibility but ultimately decided it might be too soon to spring his toys on Sidney. "Better to feel her out first before whipping out the cuffs and restraints."

They headed down to the car and Leo programmed Sidney's address into his GPS. He and Dev had suggested she might be more comfortable if they spent most of their time there and she'd seemed relieved with that scenario. Now he was doubly happy she'd agreed, seeing how she lived twenty minutes closer to the office than either he or Dev. That was twenty minutes sooner to kissing and caressing her again, along with some considerably sexier activities.

"We should probably come up with a game plan for how we're going to do this," Dev said, breaking through Leo's musings. "While we might not be new at this, there's a good chance Sid hasn't been with two men before. We don't even know if she's game for double penetration."

Leo cursed under his breath. It wasn't like him to not get all the cards on the table right off the bat to ensure everyone's comfort level and needs were met. Just went to show how much his desire for Sidney continued to short circuit every other thought in his brain. "We'll ask her." Before their clothes came off. He wasn't taking anything to chance.

The GPS signaled that her street was less than a block ahead. Leo eased up on the gas and shifted into the right lane. He took the turn into her complex and followed the bend past the clubhouse. He spotted her vehicle and coasted into the spot next to it before killing the engine. Feeling as anxious as a nerd about to pick up the prom queen, Leo ran his palm over his hair and snagged the envelope containing the Xtacy elixir before he climbed from his car. The slamming of the passenger door signaled that Dev was a step behind him.

Pots overflowing with fragrant flowers framed her doorway. Apparently she was partial to pink roses. Leo filed the info for future reference, and giving the back of his head one last smoothing pass of his hand, rang her bell.

She appeared a moment later, a beautiful, sexy vision in shorts and a feminine powder blue camisole top. The only reason Leo registered the color was because he couldn't tear his gaze from her breasts. The naughty minx had foregone a bra, and her nipples were begging to be licked and suckled. Sending his cock a stern warning to pipe down, he offered her a kiss on the cheek.

She peered up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Really? That's the best you've got for me?"

"Querida, if I gave you my best right here, we'd be arrested for public indecency."

Her grin warmed him all the way to his toes. "You are such a smooth talker, Rico Sauvé."

Dev chuckled. "Don't let him fool ya." He leaned in so he could stage whisper near Sidney's ear. "That's the slickest line he has. The rest usually involve references to activation energy and alpha particles."

She fanned her face. "Whew. I think we could all use a cold aperitif after that dirty talk." Crooking her finger, she invited them inside. The tiled entry led directly into the living room. She gestured to the suede sectional. "Make yourselves at home. Do you prefer beer, wine, a mixed drink? Or something softer?"

Her last suggestion got him thinking about other things besides a refreshing beverage, but for the time being he and Dev both opted for a beer and parked themselves on the couch while she went to fetch their drinks. Just like him, Dev appeared hypnotized by the seductive jiggle of her ass. As soon as she was out of earshot, Dev made a growling noise. "I can't wait to sink my teeth in that fine tush."

That made two of them. And truthfully, he wouldn't mind sinking something other than his teeth. Though as much as he enjoyed anal, he'd always be a pussy man first and foremost.

Curiosity getting the best of him, he pulled his mind away from sex and inventoried the decor of his surroundings. Other than the vase of flowers and assorted fashion magazines fanned across the coffee table, the furnishings held a distinctly masculine flavor. Leftovers from a previous relationship? Leo mulled that possibility over. She'd never mentioned a live-in boyfriend before, or any exes, for that matter. Not that he found it particularly unusual or anything. He didn't go around blabbing about his past either.

Sidney reappeared with their beverages and a tray of cheese, crackers, and fresh fruit. She darted an uncertain look between him and Dev. "I wasn't sure how long you'd be staying, so I picked up some steaks on the off chance you'd like to have dinner. But I just now realized that maybe you're both vegetarians."

He didn't know which tugged at his heart more—the fact that she'd wanted to make them dinner, or her worry over getting their dietary preferences wrong. Sadly, he couldn't recall the last time he shared a home cooked meal with a woman. Come to think of it, the number of times probably added up to a big fat zero. The majority of females he'd dated had preferred going out to eat, especially if it was someplace expensive and trendy. Not that he wasn't game for that on occasion. But spending a casual, cozy night in with Sidney? Now that was something he could get addicted to on a daily basis.

After he and Dev reassured her that they were most definitely not vegetarians, Leo scooted over so she could curl up between them. The air instantly became charged with the heady promise of sex, making him super aware of every innocent brush of her body against his. Then again, judging from the sparkle in her eyes, it might not have been innocent in the least.

Determined to tackle the important details before his dick outshouted his common sense, Leo cleared his throat. "In order to get an accurate read of your test results we need to establish a stimulus history for you. Some of the questions might seem highly personal, but there's no reason to be embarrassed. It's important that you be absolutely honest with your answers."

Sidney swirled her fingertips along his thigh, effectively murdering his concentration. "I know. Remember, I was the one who helped log most of those questionnaire reports into the system. So I had a good inkling what I was getting myself into here." She gnawed her bottom lip for a second, a deep furrow forming in the center of her brow. "If you don't mind though, I'd prefer not to get into the specifics of my previous relationships."

He and Dev exchanged a look over the top of her head, and seeing the agreement in his partner's gaze, Leo nodded. "We won't push beyond the basic need-to-know stuff." He squeezed her hand. "But sexual inhibitions and blocks are often linked to negative experiences with past partners. It's helpful to acknowledge the issue so we can help you work through it."

"It isn't necessarily that I have any inhibitions. More like a habit of—" She broke off abruptly and snatched her glass of wine, draining nearly half of it in what could only be labeled as a desperate gulp. Her expression still pensive, she fidgeted with the stem of the glass and stared at the blank TV screen.

When it became apparent that she wouldn't continue without encouragement on their end, Dev rubbed her shoulder. "A habit of what, Sid?"

She exhaled resignedly. "Giving more of myself than I probably should. Particularly when it comes to douchebags who really have only ever wanted one thing from me."

At that moment, Leo wanted nothing more than to kick the ass of any jackass stupid enough not to recognize the treasure that was Sidney. Instead he settled for cuddling her against his side. "Don't ever feel bad for having a giving heart. Those men didn't deserve you."

She toyed with the cuff of his shirt. "Thank you for saying that."

"I meant it." He pondered her admission, the ramifications hitting him square in the sternum. He and Dev were here to have sex with her. Shit, did she think they were only after one thing? "Sweetheart, if you have any second thoughts about doing this, we can always—"

"No." She plunked her wine glass on the coffee table and faced them. "I want to do this. And I'll be honest, it's not just so I can help further your research. I'm also doing this for me. For once, I want to be a little selfish and make myself happy."

Dev twined his fingers with Sidney's. "There isn't one damn selfish thing about that, baby."

She chuffed a laugh. "It is when you're usually focused on pleasing everyone but yourself."

Leo mentally picked at her admission, knowing it held a kernel of valuable intel. "Was it difficult for you to climax with your partners?"

She blinked. "Wow. That came out of left field."

"Not really. It's a common denominator we've found in several of our test subjects—focusing so much on their partner's needs, they ultimately neglect their own."

"Huh." Sidney tapped her chin. "Yeah, I guess I can see how that would happen."

"This is one of those areas we need to push you on," Leo prodded gently.

Judging from the sudden slump of her shoulders, it was an easy guess what she was about to say. "I rarely had an orgasm from penetration, and only sometimes with oral if I had a particularly good fantasy running in my mind."

Dev inched closer to the edge of the cushion. "You use fantasy to get off?"

She chuckled. "A time or two."

Leo mentally replayed the footage from the lab. "You fantasized about us last night with the Xtacy. Why don't you tell us about that?"

Her cheeks pinkened. He wasn't entirely sure if it was due to embarrassment or excitement at the memory. His own body flushed at the possibility of it being the latter, because he'd give his left nut to turn that fantasy into a reality. And that was before even knowing what the hell it all entailed. But that was inconsequential as far as he was concerned. If it resulted in bringing her to that level of ecstasy again, that's all that mattered.

She transferred a look between them, her excitement now readily apparent upon her face. "I imagined that you both caught me in the lab and punished me for trespassing."

The sudden breathiness of her voice grabbed him by the short hairs. "How did we punish you?"

Sidney licked her lips. "You strapped me onto one of the worktables. Only it wasn't a normal worktable. It had a lever that made it tilt, and the bottom portion could fold down."

"And what was the purpose of that?" Judging from the gravel in Dev's tone, he was equally drawn into the fantasy.

"You were able to stand on one end so I could suck you off, and Leo was between my legs, fucking me. There were also these suction cup sensor thingamabobs that went here..." She gestured to her nipples and her pussy.

Leo swallowed past the dryness in his throat. "What did those do?"

"They synched with the Xtacy and, well, you two. Every time you increased your thrusts, the sensors reacted by sucking harder. " She sighed. "I know, it sounds pretty weird."

"Uh, no." Dev adjusted his fly. "Actually, it's fucking hot." He glanced at Leo. "We should have Quinn look into the possibility of developing a gizmo like that."

Sidney frowned. "Quinn?"

"My cousin. He designs sex toys for Sweet Vibes." Dev grinned. "His pride and joy is the Holy O. Perhaps you're familiar with it?"

Her mouth dropped open. "Are you kidding me? The Holy O was my longest lasting relationship up until it croaked two months ago. I just haven't gotten around to replacing it since it's so darn expensive."

"I'll have Quinn send you a new one. He still owes me for blowing up my computer back in college."

"Err, do I even want to know how that happened?"

"Probably not. Besides, you didn't finish telling us about your fantasy." Dev ghosted his fingers along Sidney's hip. "You mentioned being strapped to the table. Does bondage excite you?"

Leo could feel every cell in his being straining toward her in anticipation of her answer. Her body provided a host of physical clues. Rapid acceleration of her breathing. Pupil dilation. Tightened nipples. But he needed to hear the actual words. Anything short of that was an assumption that he refused to hang his hat on.

"Yes." Sidney took a shaky breath. "It excites me. A lot. I've never been completely under someone's control like that though."

"Do you want to be?" The question slipped from Leo before he could corral it.

She was quiet for a moment. "I think I'd like to try it. At least once."

He leaned forward and caressed her cheek. "Then we'll put that on the list. We don't have to do anything too hardcore, if that's too much for you. But I have plenty of accessories—as Dev likes to call them—that should give us plenty of options within your comfort level."

She released a fluttery exhale. "I'm having another fantasy right now, aren't I? None of this is actually happening."

"If so, then I'm suspended in that fantasy right along with you. And so is Dev." Smiling, he brushed his lips over hers. The sweet taste of her was an instant aphrodisiac to his senses. Groaning, he tunneled his fingers through her hair and pulled her on his lap so that she straddled him. He slowed his kisses to a lush, lazy exploration, learning every nook and cranny of her mouth while his hands charted a similar path along her torso. He cupped her breasts, his caresses gentle at first until her restlessness encouraged him to employ a rougher approach. Firming his grip, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her breath hitch in her throat. She melted into him, her body soft and yielding beneath his touch.

Hungry to see more of the shivery need playing across her face, he broke their kiss and skimmed his hands underneath her camisole, pushing the garment above her breasts. The rosy invitation of her nipples beckoned him. Ducking his head, he swirled his tongue over one peaked crest before sucking the distended nub into his mouth and laving it with his tongue. She squirmed and gasped, her fingers gripping tight to the back of his head. Her desperate grinding against his fly was both a tease and a torment to his senses.

He needed to taste her everywhere. Right fucking now. Growling low in his throat, he hoisted her up into his arms and reversed their positions so that she was sprawled on the couch and he knelt between her legs. Freeing the snap on her shorts, he tugged the waistband over her hips, hooking the elastic of her panties at the same time. He tossed both articles of clothing aside and spread her thighs wide apart. Her pussy was completely smooth except for a tiny landing strip. All the better for her to feel every flick and swirl of his tongue when he ate her. Which was precisely what he planned to do in one hot second, once he got the initial round of the Xtacy experiment put into motion.

It was a damn miracle he even remembered what they were supposed to be doing here. The sight of her soft pink folds sheened with wetness was enough to send all other rational thought on a permanent vacation. He fetched the envelope from the coffee table and fished out the vial. Given Sidney's response to the elixir in the lab, small doses in measured increments would be the best course of action. He handed the tube off to Dev and returned his undivided focus to Sidney.

Running his fingertips along her inner thighs, he bent and followed the path of his hands with his mouth, licking a slow trail toward the sweet Promise Land between her legs. He reached his intended target and breathed in her spicy, feminine musk. Head spinning with the heady intoxication of her, he grazed his thumbs along either side of her labia, coating his fingers with her delectable juice.

He painted her nipples with her own wetness and instructed Dev to suck the firm nubs clean. His partner groaned in eager compliance and set about fulfilling the command. As much as Dev crabbed about Leo's bossiness, he never balked when it came to matters of a sexual nature. Back in college when they'd first experimented with sharing women, he and his best friend had quickly learned that their natures complimented each other well. And the women certainly hadn't complained. Judging from the bliss riding Sidney's beautiful face, she was definitely enjoying his and Dev's tag team efforts.

Intent on bringing her first orgasm to the surface without the aid of the Xtacy, Leo closed his mouth around her pussy, using just the tip of his tongue to tease her clit. When she whimpered and arched her hips, he dipped his tongue down to her slit and slipped it in a fraction before delving deeper into her slick tissues, slowly eating her from the inside out. She bucked against his mouth and tensed, a strangled cry lodging in her throat. The tiny muscles in her pussy fluttering, she shattered on his tongue. He continued licking and lapping at her, stringing the quakes into endless tiny tremors.

His cock throbbing like a sonofabitch, he pulled his mouth away and licked his lips. "I thought you said you have difficulty orgasming, even with oral."

"Usually I do," she gasped, her flushed breasts still quivering with her harsh intakes of breath. "But you are really good at that."

Her praise filling him with masculine pride, he worked at freeing the buttons on his shirt. As much as he wanted to take complete credit for making her come, the point of the experiments was to discover the individual enhancements Xtacy brought to each stage of the arousal process. And to evaluate that effectively, he needed to establish the triggers that were most likely to result in her climaxing. "Were you fantasizing while I went down on you?"

"No, not at all." She blinked as if startled by the revelation. "I guess it wasn't necessary, seeing how my fantasy was right here live in the flesh."

Her admission once again warmed him with pleasure. He nodded at Dev. "Administer the smallest dosage, and then strip down."

Sidney shot a look between him and Dev. "D—do you always talk to him like that?"

Leo shrugged from his shirt. "Yes, and he fucking likes it, so don't believe his whining to the contrary."

Dev chuckled and dispensed the first application of the elixir on the pulse points on the side of Sidney's neck before treating her to a lingering kiss. Leo watched the slick, seductive mating of their tongues, his balls growing heavy and tight. He tugged his zipper down. "Change of plans. Sit on his face instead. I want you riding his tongue while you suck me."

His request took a moment to penetrate Sidney's fog of pleasure, but fortunately Dev was already a step ahead of the game. Effortlessly lifting her, Dev scooted onto his back on the couch and planted Sidney square on his face. Palming her ass in both hands, he got right to business, eating her with a lusty abandon that brought exquisite pleasure front and center on Sidney's face. Leo had seen his partner go down on a woman enough times to know Dev likely had a leading edge in that department. Rather than be jealous of his friend's God-given oral talent, Leo was smart enough to use it to his advantage. Besides, when it came to getting a woman off, he definitely had his own arsenal of tricks to get the job done.

He shed his trousers and briefs and stroked his cock. Her gaze riveted to the motion of his hand, Sidney licked her lips.

"You want a taste of this, querida?"

She bobbed her head enthusiastically, and moaned in evident excitement when he propped his foot on the edge of the couch and coaxed her head down with his free hand. Her fingers wrapped over his on the base of his shaft and the warm, wet heaven of her mouth closed around his cockhead. She glazed his crown with a tantalizing sweep of her tongue before sucking him deeper. He groaned in appreciation as his swollen, sensitive gland glided along the roof of her mouth and nudged the back of her throat. Her gag reflex threatened to kick in and he immediately eased off, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. Sinful, hungry sounds mewled from her, vibrating the length of his dick while she greedily gobbled at him.

He allowed her to control the pace for a moment, until the threat of his approaching climax edged closer than he preferred. Squeezing the root of his cock with one hand to slow things down, he gently bunched Sidney's hair in his fist, preventing her from sucking him too deep. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her dreamy, submissive pose igniting his need to claim her. Immediately. He pulled from her mouth, his breaths ragged. "Did you come?"

She looked too dazed to answer, so he glanced at Dev when his friend came up for air. Dev licked his lips, his eyes lit with a carnal fire. "Yeah, she did. I've never been with a woman so multi orgasmic. It's fucking heaven."

For Leo too. He wanted to give Sidney a lifetime of orgasms, if she'd let them. The realization didn't necessarily shock him to his core. His feelings for her had always been there, lurking near the surface. But it did complicate things. She'd agreed to this experiment as a sexual discovery, and for her happiness and enjoyment. He hadn't a damn clue whether that included the potential of a future for the three of them after all of this was done.

But in the meantime he and Dev would show her how it felt to be loved by two men who cared for her deeply and wanted nothing more than to shower her in bliss.

After Dev applied the next dosage of the elixir to Sidney he stripped out of his clothes and sat facing her. The two indulged in another decadent kiss while Leo snatched two of the condoms stashed inside the envelope. He tossed the spare packet onto the couch cushion next to Dev and sheathed his own dick with the other condom. He situated himself behind Sidney, and molding his hands over her breasts, kissed her neck. She wiggled her butt against his shaft, her provocative shimmy firing his blood. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and growled in satisfaction at the noticeable catch in her throat. "Have you ever had two cocks inside your pussy at the same time?"

"Not real ones. But I wanted to see what it'd feel like, so I tried it with two of my vibrators."

His head spun with the mental image of her stuffed to the max with plastic cock. "Were you able to take them okay?"

"Initially it was a little uncomfortable, but then it got...freakin' amazing." She shivered, the memory apparently getting to her.

Determined to give her an experience to put that one to shame, he nipped her ear. "Prepare to get the real deal, sweetheart."

While Dev ripped his condom packet open with his teeth, Leo teased Sidney's pussy with his cock, her silken wetness lubricating the head. He furrowed back and forth along her folds, stopping just shy of entering her. She reached behind her and gripped his hips, attempting to hold him locked in position against the opening to her slit. He gave her nipples a warning pinch. "Don't think I won't tie you to Dev to make you behave."

Her breath accelerated. Apparently she liked that idea. A lot. "I thought you said you didn't bring your toys."

"Who says I need those?"

"What? Are you the MacGyver of bondage? Able to make a woman squirm with just some dental floss and a rubber band?"

Dev groaned. "Oh shit. You've done it now."

"I'll be right back." Leo slapped her on the ass. "There will be plenty more where that came from if you budge from this spot."

"Promises, promises."

Grinning, he made a quick trip down the hallway. Normally he wouldn't step foot inside someone's bedroom without being personally invited to do so, but considering the screaming O he and Dev had in store for Sidney, Leo figured she wouldn't mind him taking the liberty. Fortunately he found exactly what he was looking for right there on her bed. He freed the belt from her satin robe and returned to the living room. He was pleased to see that she'd complied with his wishes and not moved from the couch. Then again, it might also have something to do with the fact that she'd found a good reason for staying put.

He watched the alluring sight of her lips wrapped around Dev's cock, his own shaft hardening even more. She bobbed her head, taking Dev deep before retreating in a slow glide that hollowed her cheeks and made Dev moan as he leaned his head back against the couch cushion.

The ache in his balls impossible to ignore, Leo joined them and instructed her to wrap her arms around Dev. Once they were locked in their sexy-as-hell hug, he tied her wrists together and knotted the ends of the belt.

She pulled on the makeshift restraint but was unsuccessful in loosening it. "Okay, I admit it's not half bad."

"That's nothing. I'd like to try some more intricate rope work on you if you're up for it."

"Mm, that would be a yes."

Gripping her hips, he lifted her slightly and guided her on Dev's cockhead. Unable to see her face, he settled for watching Dev's as she slowly sank down onto him. The strain in his features and the bead of sweat crawling down his sternum hinted how close he straddled the edge. Dev usually had a level of control that rivaled Leo's, but better not to take any chances. Leo aligned the knob of his cock and pushed little by little into the snug haven of Sidney's pussy. The tight fit brought a hiss between his teeth and he surged deeper with another pump of his hips.

"Oh. God," Sidney whispered, a fierce shudder racking her body. She immediately began to come, her slick channel sucking him in even deeper, until he was completely lodged balls-deep right along with Dev. Before her quakes subsided, he retreated a few inches, creating a friction to keep her on the peak.

Dev countered his strokes, his face growing ever more lined with strain. When the next orgasm hit Sidney, Leo knew there was no way Dev would last to a third. And the way things were looking, neither would he. His gaze locked with Sidney's, Dev surged into her one last time and his mouth went slack, intense pleasure seizing his features as he shook and shuddered through his release. A few seconds later, Leo joined him in that nirvana. Electric shockwaves rippling through every cell in his body, he came hard, his eyes threatening to roll back in his head.

Drained and his brain thoroughly fried, he slumped onto the edge of the couch, gently cradling Sidney while Dev stroked her waist. He caught the pensiveness in his partner's eyes, and knew Dev had just experienced something profoundly amazing too.

The only remaining wildcard was Sidney. Now that she'd had a taste of what they could offer her, would she be willing to take a chance on forever with them?
CHAPTER SEVEN

She noticed the note the second she walked into the office on Monday. It was taped to her computer screen, but folded in half so she couldn't immediately read its contents. Her heart thumping, she slowly approached her desk. Every bad ending to every broken relationship she'd experienced played like a condemning soundtrack in her mind.

Did they decide after the last few days spent with her that continuing with the experiments was a mistake? Maybe she'd been too needy. Too clingy. Maybe they thought she was decent in the sack, but a really lousy cook. And crap, she hadn't even offered them dessert once. Unless you counted letting them eat whipped cream off her pussy last night. Doubtful that qualified when there was no chocolate sauce involved.

She curled her fists, digging her nails into her palms until the sting broke through the haze of her doubts. She'd known the risks going into this. Bottom line, her private time with Leo and Devlin wouldn't last forever, and she'd better get used to that real quick or she'd be in for a whole heap of heartache. Sucking in a steadying breath, she snatched the paper from the monitor and unfolded it. The words printed in Leo's bold handwriting were quick and to the point.

Lab. Now.

Well that was rather brusque of him. Tossing the note onto her desk, she headed for the hallway. The doors to the lab were already open and she stepped inside to find Leo and Dev waiting by the infamous Workstation of Self Diddling, wearing their lab coats and twin expressions of displeasure. Leo pointed to the empty test tube holder. "Do you know anything about this, Ms. Chase?"

She frowned, both at the question and his formal use of her name. "Of course I do. I already told you what happened. And you saw it on the camera footage."

Leo glanced at Devlin. "Clearly she'll say anything to get out of trouble."

"What in the world are you talking about? I told you—" Her words rear ended themselves when Leo reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a pair of leather wrist restraints.

He stepped around her and calmly locked the door. The click of the dead bolt sliding home was one of the most erotic things she'd ever heard. The only thing that topped it was the sound of Leo and Devlin groaning her name as they came inside of her. She'd grown rather addicted to that lately. And eyeing the cuffs dangling from Leo's hand, she was desperate for a repeat performance.

She swallowed past the excitement tightening her throat. "W—what's going on?"

"You know damn well the answer to that question, Ms. Chase." Leo stepped next to her and unbuttoned her suit jacket. "You disobeyed our strict orders to stay out of the lab, and for that you will be punished."

She stared up at him, recognition dawning. They were playing out her fantasy. She jerked her gaze in the direction of the worktable, half expecting to see that they'd somehow jury-rigged it to her specifications. It was just the normal old table, but that didn't stop her pussy from flooding with moisture. Leo finished removing her jacket and handed it off to Devlin. Within seconds her remaining clothes were dispensed with and she was left only in her garter and stockings. Having those still in place made the whole thing more thrilling and naughty, for some reason.

Devlin grabbed a thick, padded blanket from the counter and carefully situated it on the worktable before helping Leo hoist her up onto it. Leo returned to the counter and picked up several sets of corded bands that came with Velcro attachments on their ends. He secured each one to the table's legs and affixed the bands to the cuffs. The dark intensity of his expression making her skin buzz with a forbidden thrill, he snapped the cuffs in place around her ankles and wrists, the tension of the cords pinning her to the table. Her breath a logjam in her throat, she waited to see what they would do to her next.

She got her answer when Devlin appeared holding a brand new Holy O vibrator in his left hand. Just the sight of it made her squirm in anticipation. Not that she could actually move much. He cocked his eyebrow in a diabolical fashion. "Have you ever come with one of these before, Ms. Chase?"

"Mmm, once or twice."

He skimmed his fingertips down her belly, making her quiver. "I think you're lying, you dirty girl. I bet you fuck yourself every night with this big plastic dick. In fact, you're probably dripping right now just thinking about it." His hand hovered a tormenting inch away from where she most wanted it.

She tried to strain her hips upward in wanton enticement, but the unyielding bands refused to budge. Leo stepped into view, carrying a tube of lubricant and another vibrator—this one much slimmer than the Holy O. Her racing mind settled on the most obvious place that second vibe would end up. Her experimentation with the double dildo penetration in her pussy was the furthest she'd taken her solo stimulation. She'd never even tried any back door action, mostly because it didn't seem particularly appealing. But there was no denying that the possibility of Leo making her take that silver cylinder in her ass was hugely exciting.

Without preamble, he cupped her mound, the blunt tips of his fingers delving through her slickened folds. "Dev was right, you are wet. Which leads me to believe that he was also on the money about you lying about your daily vibrator fuck sessions."

The way he said that, it sounded so incredibly lewd, filthy dirty, and totally awesome. She rolled her lips to keep from grinning since she didn't want to spoil their fun—and hers—by getting out of character. Despite her desperate attempt to cover up her amusement, Leo must have noticed because a responding twinkle momentarily flashed in his eyes. The fact that he and Devlin were getting a kick out of this just as much as her? Well, it was pretty damn cool and made her fall for them a little harder.

No, bad time to bring tender emotions into this. She needed to remember this was an experiment. A way to help other women, and hopefully help her heal the mistakes of her past. Love had no place in all of it.

Devlin swirled the jellied tip of the Holy O along her labia, effectively distracting her from her unsettled thoughts. "Do you know what we do to dirty little liars, Ms. Chase?"

She shook her head, and he nudged the massive head of the Holy O inside her a fraction. He switched the device on, leaving it at the lowest setting so the vibrations provided a faint hum throughout her pussy. Her clit felt woefully left out of the party.

Without saying another word to her, Devlin and Leo ambled to the far counter and began leafing through some periodicals that they must have brought with them from their offices.

Uh, what the fuck was this shit? She cleared her throat, hoping that'd do the trick of gaining their attention. Continuing to ignore her, Devlin copped a squat on one of the stools while Leo leisurely flicked through his pages. The ceaseless hum of the vibrator was starting to get to her, and not necessarily in a good way. Or at least not in any way that would result in an orgasm any time in the next century. Biting her lip in concentration, she wiggled slightly to the right. If she could work it so the controls were facing the table, maybe enough jostling would jimmy the speed up a few notches.

No dice. Smothering a frustrated groan, she glanced in Leo and Devlin's direction, but they didn't seem the least interested in her sad predicament. In fact, she was pretty damn sure the sonsofbitches were enjoying her plight.

And to think she used to like them. Bastards. "You know, this isn't in any way keeping with my original fantasy."

Her disgruntled assessment was met with continued disinterest on their end. Her body buzzing with unfulfilled need and frustration, she glared at the ceiling tiles. Just when she thought they might have forgotten about her completely, the scuff of shoes marked someone's approach. Turning her head, she met Leo's gaze. Judging from the heat in his eyes, he wasn't nearly as unaffected by the situation as she'd previously assumed. He picked up the slim vibe and the accompanying lube before meeting her stare again. "What makes you think this fantasy is yours?"

Well now. Okay. Yeah, clearly she hadn't considered that angle. Feeling a little less prickly, she watched him lubricate the vibrator. When he positioned it at her back entrance she instinctively clenched in preparation of its invasion. Dropping his character, Leo stroked her thigh, his touch soothing. "Don't tense up. It'll only hurt if you do that."

"It probably will regardless."

"I promise I'll do everything I can to ensure that doesn't happen. But if you really are uncomfortable with it, I'll put it away right now."

The realization that he would never try to push anything on her proved to be the best relaxant of all. Her fear dissipating, she shook her head. "No, I want to try it."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "Good girl."

She expected him to immediately push the vibrator into her ass, so she was surprised when he increased the speed on the Holy O instead. Her previously neglected clit suddenly became an active participant in the festivities as the stronger pulses revved along her G spot. She gasped and moaned, straining against her bindings.

Leo cupped her breast, his thumb running circles over her nipple. "You are fucking beautiful when chasing your orgasm. But I'm sorry, querida. I'm going to make you wait a while longer." He dialed the Holy O's intensity down a notch and slowly eased the other vibrator into her ass. Other than a few momentary twinges of discomfort in the initial stretching of her anus, the process was nowhere as horrible as she'd thought it would be. If anything, the additional fullness was...sexy. And according to the blazing intensity in Leo's gaze, he thought it was hot too.

Devlin abandoned his post on the stool and came to do his own in-depth inspection of Leo's handiwork. He licked his lips and coasted a fingertip over her clit, verifying how soaked the tiny bundle of nerves had become. Holding her gaze, he sucked his thumb clean, the ravenous growl low in his throat tightening her already painfully swollen nipples. Leo flicked the vibe on, and she jolted at the unaccustomed sensation in her ass. Struggling to catch her breath, she writhed against the competing pulses vying for her attention.

Leo caressed her lower belly, the tantalizing graze of his fingertips adding to the exquisite torment. She silently begged him to take her over the edge, but his control remained unbendable. Awarding her another intense sweep of his gaze, he stepped away from her. Panic started to well to the forefront of her mind. They couldn't leave her this way. She'd—

Her frantic thoughts died an instant death as Leo shrugged from his lab coat and unbuckled his belt. He performed the slowest, sexiest strip tease, all the while eating her alive with his blistering gaze. She did a little of her own visual devouring. Lord, he was built like a god. Sculpted muscles underneath the gorgeous canvas of his olive-toned skin. A defined six pack you could bounce a quarter on. Those yummy V lines leading down to his groin. And of course there was the absolute perfection of his cock. Long, thick, and so deliciously hard for her. Damn, she was one lucky bitch.

Leo tossed two condom packets next to her hip. The implications of that gesture sent a renewed surge of wetness between her legs. Stealthy as the big, predatory cat he was named after, he climbed up on the table, his thighs straddling hers. Bracketing her face with his hands, he stared into her eyes for a breathless moment before crashing his mouth over hers. The consuming hunger in his kiss swept her under its devastating undertow, battering her senses. She whimpered as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, drawing her pleasure to an all new high. He reached between her legs and pumped the Holy O deeper, grinding it firmly against her G spot. She tensed, panting, and he broke their kiss to give her another of those darkly compelling stares. He didn't even have to voice the command. She read it in his eyes. And she obeyed.

Everything inside her condensed into a tight ball of pressure before shattering apart. A strangled cry lodged in her throat, she shuddered beneath him. He kissed his way down her neck, his whispered praise peppering her skin. The Holy O clicked off and he carefully removed it, his fingers slipping inside to take its place. Her overstimulated tissues instantly responded to his deft exploration. Even the tiniest stroke in the right spot would be enough to detonate her fuse again. Apparently aware of this, Leo studiously avoided direct contact with her G spot. His mouth charted a course down her torso, lingering for several minutes on her nipples before resuming its travels.

Her breasts didn't have long to miss Leo's oral devotion though as Devlin stepped up to the plate. He plumped one mound with his hand, his tongue playing a devilish note on her pebbled flesh. Scoring her nipple lightly with his teeth, he shifted his head slightly to watch his fellow tormentor's progress along her quivering abdomen. The rasp of Dev's whiskered jaw providing its own brand of torturous pleasure, she shivered and moaned, arching her back as much as the restrictive bindings would allow. Leo's tongue rimmed her bellybutton, dipped inside briefly, before cruising in a lazy lap to her pussy. He twisted the plug in her ass, intensifying the hum. Her nerves buzzed in sync with the enticing vibrations and she balled her fists, her toes curling.

Leo tapped her clit in warning. "You will not come until we're inside you." It was more of an imperial fact than an outright command. Because strangely enough, her body was in complete accordance with his wishes. Even as badly as she wanted to come, the orgasm hovered impatiently in the wings, waiting for its curtain call. Tucking back the hood of her clit, he curled his tongue and rolled it upward, flicking her over and over with short, focused pulses that partnered the ones thrumming through her ass. She bucked helplessly with each swipe of his tongue, her teeth chattering.

Dev's attention returned to her face, his gaze loaded with one hundred degrees of pure sin. "Goddamn beautiful, baby." Straightening, he graced her with a strip show that rivaled Leo's in terms of wicked hotness. But Dev proved more of a tease, deliberately taunting her by dragging his fisted hand along the stiff length of his cock. Her mouth watered. He climbed onto the table and planted his knees on either side of her shoulders. "Let's see precisely how good your cock sucking skills are, Ms. Chase."

Gripping the base of his dick, he stroked the glossy head over her lips, coaxing her to open up for him with a lusty moan. He fed her a miserly inch at a time, prolonging her desperate desire to taste him fully. Finally he seated roughly half of his shaft and began slowly fucking her mouth. She greedily sucked at his swelling hardness, the manly, slightly salty essence of him an aphrodisiac to her taste buds.

Leo's mouth lifted from her pussy. Before she could entirely process the missing stimulation of his tongue on her clit, he lifted her hips and slid his cock inside her in one smooth, breath-stealing thrust. Suddenly she was grateful for Dev's thoughtfulness in not burying himself down her throat. For sure she would have choked on him. But damn, not the worst reason for needing the Heimlich.

Dev's caressed her cheek. "Still with us, sweetheart?"

She nodded, and he resumed his glides along the roof of her mouth. He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table behind her head, his cock tunneling a fraction deeper. She breathed through her nose, a hedonistic wave of pleasure rippling through her system. Her entire world narrowed to the two men immersing her in undiluted rapture. Being the center of their single-minded focus was a high like no other. Every fantasy she'd crafted paled in comparison to the sheer sensuality of this moment. Strung out on bliss, she submitted to Leo's measured strokes and the insistent pulses of the vibe working away in her ass. The sensations were doing their damnedest to push her off the precipice. She shook and gasped, desperately reaching for the release her body refused to hand over.

Leo and Devlin both pulled away, and she whimpered in protest, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. His touch tender, Dev kissed the dampness from her cheeks. "We're going to give you what you need." He freed her wrists while Leo unsnapped the cuffs from her ankles.

They gently helped her to her knees and Dev settled onto his haunches. After getting his condom situated, he guided her onto his cock, banishing the empty ache that Leo's absence had created. Sighing in blissful relief, she ran her fingers over the smooth curve of his pecs and muscled shoulders, basking in the tactile connection.

Leo's heat blanketed her back and he brushed aside her hair, kissing the side of her neck before nipping her earlobe. He wiggled the seated base of the plug in her ass, making her and Dev moan. She reached behind her and gripped Leo's wrist. "Please. I want you, not the vibe."

He scuffed the underside of her jaw with his beard stubble. "I'm considerably larger than the plug."

She chuckled. "Believe me, I'm well aware of that fact and definitely not complaining. I trust you not to hurt me, so I'm okay with it."

A shallow breath fell from him. "Your trust means everything to me, Sidney. I won't abuse it." He left the vibrator in place while he quickly lubed up his shaft. A second later the vibrations ceased and he slipped the device from her and nudged his cockhead against her rosebud. His warning about his size wasn't merely a boast, but the silky lubricant and the earlier ministrations of the plug did their part to ease his entry. Inch by inch, he slowly filled her up, the additional fullness instigating a slow burn throughout her body. His hands molding to her waist, he waited for her to adjust to the foreign stretch before giving a slight flex of his hips.

Sensory nerve endings she hadn't even known existed lit up like a dazzling display of fireworks. Giving into the decadent sensations pulling her under, she threw her head back and bore down on the hard cocks stuffing her to overload, swiveling her hips in a nasty grind that'd make a stripper jealous. Twin harsh breaths wheezed from Leo and Devlin.

His gaze consuming her, Dev countered her motion, pulling almost completely out of her before sinking deep again. She shivered, the rising peak of her climax looming closer. Leo's palms slid around her breasts, squeezing firmly. With one demanding tug of her nipples, he sent her flying off the cliff. Blinding color and light exploded in her vision. Shuddery wails scratched her throat, but Leo and Devlin weren't satisfied until they amped her ecstasy to the absolute max and she screamed their names, her body shaking uncontrollably. His features strained tight, Devlin pumped his cock one last time and held deep inside her as he came with a hoarse shout that was seconds later echoed by Leo. The throb and pulse of their cocks a carnal pleasure like no other, she slumped in a sweaty heap between them.

Sated, drained, and happier than she could recall ever being, she snuggled into their heat and grinned up at Devlin. "I really should trespass more often."
CHAPTER EIGHT

Sidney's cellphone chirped from the confines of her purse just as she was logging off of her computer for the day. She fished the device out and glanced at the display. Crisis Emergency. Meet me down by the elevators in five.

She quickly texted Jane back but got no reply. Concern setting in, she hurried to Leo's office. As always, the sight of him proved a momentary distraction, especially considering the naughtiness they'd been up to earlier that morning in the lab. Shoving aside the provocative memories, she cleared her throat. "Is it all right if I leave a few minutes early today?" She hardly ever asked for any special privileges, so she didn't feel too bad with the short notice request.

"Sure." Concern etched Leo's features. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know. One of my friends sent me a cryptic message without really explaining the situation." Aw damn. Should she have said that? Maybe now he'd be suspicious that she was really blowing off work for some dumb reason like a shoe sale at the mall. Not that shoes were ever a dumb reason for anything. But still, maybe it would have been wiser to take a cue from Jane and be sufficiently vague with the details.

"Hopefully it's nothing major. If you need to take tomorrow off just give me or Dev a ring on our cells."

She exhaled in relief. "You guys are absolutely the best bosses ever. And I'm not only saying that because you've given me a shitload of orgasms lately."

Leo's teeth flashed dazzling white with his smile. "Well, we've been pretty damn lucky on our end too." His gaze suddenly turned smoky. "With that said, if your friend's situation doesn't require anything more from you after say seven p.m., and you're in the mood for company..."

She shivered at the hidden promise in his proposal. "I'll definitely keep that in mind." After awarding him her best coquettish smile, she pivoted and made tracks for the exit, stopping to grab her purse on the way. This time she took extra care to ensure she hadn't forgotten her wallet and phone.

The elevator ride down to the lobby proved to be an anxious one. By the time the doors pinged open she'd conjured a whole host of horrible calamities for Jane's text, so the instant she spotted Jane consoling a weepy Marissa over by the ladies restroom, her concern kicked into overdrive. Her heart knocking, she rushed to join her friends. "What's wrong?"

Marissa sniffled. "He's gay."

It took a moment for Sidney to catch on. "Your McHottie?"

"Y—yes."

The adrenaline speeding Sidney's pulse slowly receded. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." She tucked her arms around Marissa and cuddled her tight. Yeah, it wasn't the end of the world, per se, but it probably felt like it to Marissa. Finding out that the guy you've been covertly stalking for the last six months liked dick? Total Sucksville.

"I told her she's missing the big lesson in all of this."

Sidney glanced at Jane. "What? Not falling for a guy without first uncovering his sexual preferences by dropping casual references to Sex in the City to see if he takes the bite?"

"No, although that's a given. I was referring to digging a little deeper to find out if he's bi."

Sidney tossed up her arm. "What the hell does that matter?"

"Hello. Potential threesome." Jane huffed a heavy sigh. "The utter lack of foresight here makes me weep for womankind."

Marissa snuffled louder, and Sidney glared at Jane. "You suck balls when it comes to dishing out comforting advice."

Her expression properly chagrined, Jane spooned Marissa's other end. "Don't listen to me. Besides, he's probably a secret cross dresser too. Every night it'd be constant battles over who gets to wear the teddy. Who needs that kind of drama?"

Marissa's blubbery laugh morphed into a series of hiccups. Once she got them under control, she hugged Jane and Sidney. "I love you guys."

"Honey, it's completely mutual," Sidney replied with a reciprocal squeeze around Marissa's waist. Jane echoed the sentiment, and soon they were indulging in a three-way hug fest. Right on cue, the elevator across the way unloaded its passengers, the businessmen from the cafeteria amongst the throng. Several of the men banged into each other as they rubbernecked Sidney, Jane, and Marissa.

Jane snorted. "Pretty soon we're going to have to start charging those dudes for the show."

Sidney dug into her bag for her phone and checked the time. A quarter to five. Almost two hours to kill before she'd be able to see Leo and Devlin. "Let's go check out that new sushi joint. I'll buy the first round of California rolls."

"You still owe us drinks for the other night too," Jane pointed out sagely.

"Fine, I'll also get the first round of sake."

Satisfied they'd weaseled enough out of her, Jane and Marissa crooked their arms through Sidney's and the three of them headed for the skywalk that connected their building to the neighboring Sterling Complex. The Blue Fin was packed, but the hostess found them a spot near the massive panoramic window overlooking Bay Street Park and hurried one of the frazzled waitresses over to take their order. Feeling immensely sorry for the girl, Sidney made a mental note to be extra generous with the tip.

Their drinks and sushi platter arrived faster than any of them expected, considering the logjam of orders the kitchen must be under. Once Marissa and Jane chose their first piece of sushi, Sidney snatched a slice of the Nori roll. She nibbled at it delicately before taking a sip of her sake. It took a moment for her to notice the weird silence that'd fallen over her dining companions. She frowned. "What? Is there rice stuck in my teeth?"

"You're not attacking your food." A hint of wonder shrouded Marissa's tone.

"More than that, you didn't even touch that dick-shaped thing," Jane accused, pointing to the tempura asparagus.

"So?"

Jane's eyes narrowed. She stared at Sidney for a long moment, her gaze more invasive than an X-ray machine. Finally she dropped her fork onto her plate and folded her arms on the edge of the table. "You got laid."

"What?" Sidney followed her lame incredulous reply with the thinnest laugh in history.

Marissa gasped, her eyes going wide behind her tortoise frame lenses. "Oh my God, you did."

"You two are crazy."

"Are we?" Jane cocked an eyebrow.

Sidney's shoulders slumped. She had zero chance of outwitting the Spock Inquisition. "Okay. Fine. I got laid. Let's not make a big deal out of it, all right?"

"Not a chance, sistah. Marissa and I have been waiting forever for you to drop the chastity panties. We deserve some juicy details, damn it." Jane thumped the table with her fist, making the utensils rattle.

"Am I allowed no privacy?"

"Nope. Now spill."

Sidney fidgeted with the napkin near her dish. She'd never been particularly shy when discussing her sex life. Maybe she wasn't as forthcoming about every damn orgasm she had like Jane was, but it didn't mean she was deliberately keeping her friends in the dark.

Then again, she'd been having outrageously hot and wild sex with her bosses for the last four days, and hadn't breathed a word of it to Marissa and Jane. They'd probably see that as some pretty secretive behavior.

Jane drummed her fingers impatiently. "Are you going to tell us about the lucky guy, or continue making an origami hedgehog out of that napkin?"

Sidney pitched the mangled cloth onto her plate. "What I'm about to tell you doesn't leave this booth. Capiche?"

Jane and Marissa leaned forward in perfect unison and nodded.

Sidney shifted her head and scanned her surroundings. She had no idea what possessed her to do that. Not like the National Enquirer team was sitting at the next table, eager to pounce on the latest gossip. She took a deep breath and expelled her admission in a rush of words. "It's Leo and Devlin."

Another weighty silence blanketed the table, and Sidney anxiously chewed her thumbnail. "This is the part where you're both supposed to give me a high five or something equally supportive."

"Are you fucking nuts?"

She glared at Jane. "You're the one who told me I should show up naked at work."

"Holy shit, you didn't actually do that, did you?" Marissa whispered, scandalized.

"Of course not. The point I'm trying to make is that she was initially on board with me jumping in the sack with my bosses."

"And you listened to me?" Jane tossed up her hands. "I keep telling you not to do that. Holy crap balls. I cannot be held responsible for my bad advice."

"But I don't think it was. These last few days with them has been amazing and—"

"Last few days?" Jane's outraged expression would have been comical if it weren't directed at Sidney. "You've been boffing your bosses for days, and are just now getting around to mentioning it?"

Sidney hung her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it'd be a big deal."

Neither Jane nor Marissa looked the slightest bit placated by her apology. Sidney gusted a weary exhale. "I know I should have told you sooner. I guess a part of me was worried what you'd think."

"Well, I'll tell you right now what I think." Jane's finger stabbed the air like an angry exclamation mark. "You're making a huge mistake. Don't get me wrong, Leo and Dev are nice guys, but they're nothing but a fantasy. One that you've been struggling to overcome for the last eighteen months, no less. And here you've just added a whole shitload of trouble for yourself by sleeping with them."

"It's not like that. They even signed a contract stating that my job wasn't at risk or anything."

Marissa frowned. "A contract? That's rather formal."

Sidney hastily explained the situation with the Xtacy program and her role in it. Jane groaned. "My God, it's even more fucked up than I first thought." She raked her fingers through her platinum locks before pinning Sidney with a hard stare. "Why would you set yourself up for a fall this way?"

"I'm not."

"Bullshit. You're having fantasy sex with the men you can't stop fantasizing about. Think about that for a minute, and then explain how in the hell you expect to ever come back to reality?"

Jane's assessment of the situation was a brisk slap across the face. Unfortunately, it was also a nearly identical echo to the stern warning that Sidney kept giving herself. It was easy enough to sweep her own misgivings under the rug. Not so much when someone else waved them in front of her. "I know what I'm doing, and what I'm getting myself into. I have no intention of letting myself get hurt." She winced at the desperation in her voice.

Jane's expression softened. "Sid, as your friend, I'm begging you to get out of this. Before you do get hurt. Because I guarantee you, it will happen."

A fist-sized ball of misery descended on Sidney's heart. She tore her gaze from Jane's and peered glumly out the window. "You said I shouldn't listen to your advice."

"Except on this."

Her doubts heavier than ever, Sidney picked at her napkin, her stomach churning at the thought of walking away from this chance in a lifetime with her bosses. But this was only an experiment to Leo and Devlin. Once they collected their data, they'd move on, leaving her holding the remnants of a fantasy. One that she might never heal and recover from.

A damnable mistiness stinging her eyes, she stared at the plate of uneaten sushi, the tempura asparagus mocking her—as fattening, phallic-shaped foods are wont to do. Sighing in defeat, she grabbed the closest of her enemies and popped it into her mouth.
CHAPTER NINE

Devlin locked the lab doors the exact same moment his cellphone vibrated in his pocket, announcing an incoming text. He dug the device free and scanned the message.

I'm wet and ready for you.

The phone pinged again.

This is Sidney. Probably should have mentioned that first.

Chuckling, he keyed in his reply. Wet, huh? Been playing Slip' N Slide without us? Bad girl.

I need to be punished.

His face was beginning to hurt from the amount of grinning he was doing. But, damn, sexting with Sidney was hella fun. Yes, you do. Gonna make that pussy squirt, and then ride your Slip'N Slide all fucking night.

Ztcr

He frowned. What?

Sorry, fingers slipped. Doing this one-handed.

His dick throbbed behind his fly at the implications of what she might be doing with the other hand. Coming right now.

Me too.

That little cocktease. Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he booked it to Leo's office. "I just got messaged by Sid. She says we can stop by."

Leo logged off his computer and they both headed out to his car. They compared notes on the latest batches of test results on the way over to Sidney's condo. The way it stood, they'd definitely have enough data within a week or so to tweak the Xtacy ratios and impress the hell out of the Scentual bigwigs next month. It was a huge burden off of his and Leo's shoulders. And they owed it all to Sidney. They couldn't have done this without her.

He glanced at Leo. "You know there's no damn way we're going to be able to give her up after all of this is wrapped and in the bag."

Leo kept his focus on the road, but there was no missing the pensiveness radiating from him. "Yeah, I know. I'm just not sure she's there yet with the idea of a permanent relationship. If we push too hard, it might scare her off."

He'd worried about that too. And truthfully, he didn't have one damn clue how to handle the situation. He was used to keeping things light, simple, and uncomplicated. But his feelings for Sidney were anything but.

They pulled into the spot next to Sidney's car before he could mull any further on things he had no immediate answer for. She met them at the door wearing nothing but strategically placed whipped cream. Dangling two chocolate Hershey's Kisses in front of her nipples, she smiled angelically. "I felt bad for continually depriving you of dessert."

Growling, Leo slammed the door behind them and scooped her into his arms. She squirmed, trying to escape. "I'm messing up your shirt!"

"Who gives a fuck?" Leo strode into the kitchen and plopped her on the small dinette table.

While Leo wrestled out of his shirt, Devlin started in on the delicious treat Sidney had created for them. Leaving one cream-covered tit for Leo, he licked its mate, the sugary foam melting under his tongue no comparison to her natural sweetness. He paid close attention to her nipple, making sure he got it extra clean before he cruised his way down her belly. By the time Leo joined them, Devlin had made himself comfortable between Sidney's legs.

Leo grunted. "I see how you are. Hogging all the dessert for yourself."

"That's what you get for being last to the table." Spreading Sidney's thighs wide open, Devlin plowed his tongue directly across her slit, lapping up a mouthful of whipped topping in one lusty serving. Sidney wriggled up onto her elbows to watch him. He tossed her a wink. "I've always been a big fan of cream pies."

"You are a nasty boy."

"Says the woman who likes to dirty text me about her Slip'N Slide."

"I was just getting it ready for you."

"Mm hmm, and I do appreciate it. Mightily." Curling his tongue, he concentrated on her clit, rolling it with soft swirls. Her head fell back and she shivered, her hips undulating with the motion of his mouth.

Leo took advantage of the opportunity to lick the remaining cream from her breasts before moving upward to kiss her on the lips. The slick advance and retreat of their tongues tangling stoked the fire in Dev. He'd never get tired of watching his buddy love up on Sid. Jealousy wasn't even in the equation, as far as he was concerned. They had equal emotional bonds that'd been established with her. That was something that needed to be respected and honored. Besides, they were both in this for the same reason. Sidney. Her happiness trumped everything else.

After giving her clit one last teasing toggle with his tongue, he stood and stripped from his clothes. A quick roundtrip jog to her bedroom for the box of condoms they'd left over the weekend, and he was suited up and ready. He leaned over her and wrapped her legs around his waist before straightening with her in his arms. Pistoning his hips, he bounced her on his cock, making her breath catch in her throat. He didn't know which he loved more—the luscious friction of her pussy sucking him in, or the way she kept gasping his name. Her slick channel was already beginning to tighten, clenching around him. He cupped her nape and locked their gazes. "This one for me, then another for all three of us, okay?"

She nodded frantically, and he pumped deeper, flexing his hips on the upstroke to provide a slow grind on her clit with the base of his cock. She broke on a fierce shudder, the strong contractions milking the entire length of his shaft. Not coming with her proved a herculean feat he hadn't known himself capable of. Groaning, he slowed his thrusts, keeping her suspended on the peak as Leo spooned himself behind her and aligned his cock with Dev's before thrusting home. Together, they showered her body with the loving they longed to give her heart.

By the time they squeezed a half dozen or so orgasms out of her, everyone was filmed in a combination of sweat and the sticky residue of the whipped cream. Ignoring her protests over them not coming yet, they herded her to the master bath and dialed on the shower.

Pulling her under the spray with them, Devlin took care of washing up her front side while Leo concentrated on her back. Sudsing up his palms, he massaged her breasts, enjoying the way the warm, soapy water tightened her nipples and left them extra rosy. Ducking, he took turns sucking both turgid peaks into his mouth before growing hungry for more of her. He knelt in front of her, all but oblivious to the water pelting the top of his head and his shoulders. His sole focus was getting his mouth on her pussy again.

He swore he was addicted to her taste. It didn't matter how many times he gorged himself on her, it'd never be enough. He wasn't even fazed by the fact that Leo was already working his cock inside her again. Instead he just blocked out the realization that he was about to have his mouth that up close and personal with a dude's junk and eased the hood of Sid's clit up so he could show it some proper lovin'.

She gasped and squirmed, a perfect encouragement for him to flick his tongue faster. A strangled cry tore from her and her clit pulsed with several strong beats as she came. Leo's groan echoed off the tile, and Dev took that as his cue to remove his mouth. He didn't care how good of friends they were. No way in hell he was hanging around for a bird's eye view while Leo shot his load.

Still, he didn't mind watching from a safer distance. His knuckles practically white on Sidney's hips, Leo surged up into her a final time and moaned, the tendons in his neck straining as he leaned his head back against the slick tiles. He jolted when the release hit him full force, his eyes slamming shut and his mouth going slack. The second he slumped weakly, Sidney turned to cuddle into him. Stroking his chest, she offered up a kiss.

She turned toward Dev and gifted him with a similar sweet greeting before gracefully dropping to her knees and removing his condom. He started to point out that he was hopefully going to need that soon, but the warm heaven of her mouth closed around him, chasing out every other thought. She bobbed her head, drawing him in on a slow, luscious glide. On her tantalizing withdrawal, she teased the main vein of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, flicking it softly in the groove where the crown met the shaft. He planted his palm against the shower wall, struggling to steady himself. The little vixen made it damn difficult, especially when she sucked the entire knob of his cock into her mouth and stroked his balls.

Aw hell. Wrenching from her mouth, he grabbed the condom from her other hand and quickly sheathed himself. Hauling her up into his arms, he pushed her back against Leo's chest. Fortunately Leo was quick on the uptake, and he wrapped his arms around Sidney's waist, holding most of her weight and freeing Dev to fuck to his heart's content. And that's precisely what he did.

Propping her legs in the crook of his arms, he slid into her, sinking balls-deep in one smooth thrust. Even through the latex of the condom, the silken ripple of her pussy was enough to make him question his lasting power. The sight impossible to resist, he watched each stroke of his cock plowing through her wetness, loving the way her drenched tissues clung to him. She shivered, her pussy drawing tight. This time she took him over the edge with her, their shudders and groans blending together as he pulsed inside her.

Moments later they all gathered enough energy to dry off and fall in an exhausted tangle of limbs in the snug quarters of Sidney's queen-sized bed. If they did manage to talk her into something permanent, they'd definitely have to spring for a California King. They bundled her between them, her chin resting on Dev's chest. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the wetness dampening his breastbone wasn't coming from her hair. Concerned, he stroked one of the sodden locks away from her face. "Baby, are you crying?"

"N—no."

He and Leo scooted down so they were eyelevel with her. The silvery tear tracks on her cheeks hit him in the sternum like a sledge hammer. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head furiously, but the deluge of tears didn't abate.

Leo cupped her cheek, his expression matching the heaviness in Dev's chest. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Talk to us."

"I'm just...overwhelmed, I guess. I'm not used to coming a thousand times in one night." She sniffled a laugh that didn't sound entirely authentic. "I'll be fine."

Dev wasn't sure he believed her, but he didn't know if pushing her would only make matters worse. He glanced at Leo and intuited that his partner was struggling with a similar sense of helplessness. Sidney snuggled against him again in an obvious attempt to change the subject. Rubbing her shoulder, he let her have her way—for the time being. Tomorrow they'd get to the bottom of what was really bothering her. One way or another, he and Leo would prove to her that they were here for the long haul.

He just prayed she'd want them there with her.
CHAPTER TEN

A gloomy brew of misery churning in her gut, Sidney stared at the hairline crack in the ceiling plaster. Sleep had eluded her for the last few hours, and her head pounded as a result. Still, it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. She had no one to blame but herself. When you played with fire, you were bound to get burned.

Deep inside, she'd known her flimsy attempt at keeping her emotions out of this would backfire on her. Still, she'd stubbornly clung to the illusion that hot fantasy sex with Leo and Devlin was enough to sustain her needs. Her brain continued to argue its case, but her heart was having none of it. The damnable, greedy organ insisted it wanted more.

Her vision blurry from the tears waterlogging her eyes, she quietly wiggled her way out from between Leo and Devlin and padded to the bathroom. Stifling a sob, she slumped in a dejected, heartsick heap on the closed toilet lid. Considering how her life seemed to be going down the crapper, the current location for her breakdown seemed appropriate.

She couldn't fool herself any longer. She'd realized that last night. The intensity of what she'd experienced with Leo and Devlin had only hammered the final nail in her coffin. It wasn't the fantasy she'd held on to all this time.

It was her love for them.

Jane had only been partly right. Sidney had come crashing back to reality. But the sad truth was her reality sucked without the presence of Leo and Dev. The real them. Not the fantasy. But that was the only way she could have them and keep them.

So where did that leave her? Other than sitting on a toilet seat, contemplating the woeful ramifications of love?

Gah, she was pathetic.

Scrubbing at her eyes, she abandoned the toilet seat and crossed to the sink. She cranked on the faucet and cupped her hands, catching the frigid water before splashing it across her face. Shivering at the much-needed brisk slap, she turned off the water and headed back into the bedroom. The sight of Leo and Dev sprawled snoring in her bed twisted the screw in her heart. She'd always harbored feelings for them, but the second she'd signed on for the Xtacy program they'd become her everything. She couldn't hide from that devastating truth. Even now, with her heart aching for implausible dreams and even more impossible futures, her brain whispered its tempting lies.

Go to them. Revel in hedonistic sex. It's better than nothing.

Queasiness ripped through her stomach. God, what twisted, broken thing inside her made her so willing to settle for less than a full happy ever after? She damn well knew that wasn't in the cards for them. Why couldn't she cut the cord and be free of her desperate yearnings?

Sick inside, she turned and trudged into the living room. She grabbed the afghan and curled up into a ball on the couch. Who knows how long she huddled there before the soft tread of footsteps announced she wasn't alone. Lifting her head, she met Leo's and Dev's concerned gazes. "Hey," she croaked weakly.

"You don't look so good, querida." Leo dropped to his knees in front of her and smoothed the hair back from her forehead while Dev hovered over her like a mother hen. His mouth settling into a grim line, Leo pressed his fingers to her cheek. "You're burning up."

"I'm okay." That had to be the biggest lie of the century. "Just overly tired. I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Baby, don't be silly." Dev leaned down to caress her cheek. A curse shot from him. "You are fucking hot."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Her lame attempt at relieving their tension had zero effect.

Dev glanced at Leo. "Maybe we should take her to the ER."

She pushed the afghan down and struggled up onto her elbows. "Now you're being the silly one. I told you I'm fine."

Their expressions remained pinched with worry. Sighing, she eased back down onto the cushion. "I'm not paying a butt-high deductible just to have a nurse take my temperature and slap a few overpriced Tylenols in my hand. If it'll make you feel better, you can get me a glass of ice water. That's all I need."

Still looking unconvinced, Devlin went to do her bidding while Leo continued to baby her. As much as she appreciated the attention, she knew she was ultimately feeding her brain more lies about the status of their feelings for her. Leo and Dev were natural caregivers. She'd seen that time and again with the way they attended to her need to cuddle after sex. It was a given their focus on her would extend to other areas outside of the bedroom.

Dev returned with the glass of water and a wet washcloth. He held its blessed coolness to her forehead while he passed her a couple aspirins. She popped them in her mouth and chased them with the water before handing Leo the glass. He set it on the table and continued to eye her closely. "You're staying home today."

"But—"

"Querida, don't argue with me. You're in no condition to go anywhere." Leo fussed with the placement of her washcloth before standing. "Dev and I have the meeting with the Ruskers people this afternoon, but we'll be back by one thirty at the latest. And you better believe that if your fever isn't gone done by then we will take you to the hospital. Comprende?"

She opened her mouth, but immediately snapped it shut again when his fierce expression remained un-budged. Too weak to argue, she nodded. They both stooped to kiss her on the cheek before heading down the hall.

She must have dozed off for a while because the next time she opened her eyes the room was considerably brighter than it'd been moments before. Cocking her head, she listened for any sounds of Leo and Dev preparing to leave for work. The unnerving silence prodding her curiosity, she scooted up from the couch. The aspirin had worked its magic. Not much of an ache to be found. Other than the one still vising her heart. Unfortunately there wasn't any pill to help relieve that any time soon.

She shuffled down the hall and peeked in the bedroom. Her gaze skipped over the alarm clock before darting back to it in disbelief. Noon? She'd slept for six hours?

Groaning, she hobbled to the bed and sagged onto the edge of the mattress. Now that she was completely alone with her troubled thoughts she had no choice but to face them head on.

She couldn't continue on this way. Sooner or later, she'd make herself so sick over the situation with Leo and Dev that she would end up in the hospital, potentially with something far more serious to contend with than mental exhaustion.

It was time to yank her head out of the sand and face harsh reality. The only way she'd get over this crippling addiction to Leo and Dev was if she removed the temptation completely.

Her heart squeezing in agony, she crossed to her dresser and powered up her laptop. She waited for the operating software to load and then clicked on her inbox. Her fingers shook to the point it took her several tries before adequately composing the email. By the time she reached the end, soundless sobs clogged her throat and the keyboard was soaked with her tears.

Everything inside her battling against the inevitable, she closed her eyes, praying for strength.

And pushed Send.
CHAPTER ELEVEN

Leo rubbed his brow and tried his damnedest to focus his full attention on the remaining few minutes of their presentation with the three Ruskers Ethnobotanicals members camped at the conference table in his office. One glance in Dev's direction confirmed that his mind wasn't entirely on the meeting either.

Leaving Sidney home alone went against Leo's better judgment. What if she'd decided to take a shower, got dizzy, and ended up slipping and cracking her head open? His gut roiled at the possibility.

Pushing aside his disturbed paranoia for the time being, he collected a handful of the tincture samples from their packing box and passed them out to the execs. Taking that as their cue to wrap things up, the men stood and shook hands with him and Devlin.

After indulging in a few minutes of small talk that only added to Leo's frustration, he and Dev managed to herd the Chatty Cathys to the exit. Leo returned to his office and snatched his keys and cellphone. He stopped in mid-step when he noticed the missed text message on the display screen. Check your email. The sender was Sidney. Relief welled in his chest at the visible proof that she wasn't passed out unconscious on her shower floor.

He checked the time stamp on the message. She'd sent it almost an hour ago. Damn it. This is what he got for leaving his phone on mute. He hesitated, more than tempted to leave the email for later since it would only prolong him getting back to her condo. Why the hell was she doing work from home anyway? They'd specifically told her she was taking the day off.

Growling at her stubbornness, he bit the bullet and logged into his email. He scrolled down to the one she'd sent and clicked it open. When he realized it was a letter instead of the report he'd assumed he'd find he frowned and leaned in for a better view.

Dear Leo and Dev,

This is my notice that I'm leaving your employment. I can't do this anymore.

I'm sorry.

Sidney

Chilled to the bone, he scanned her words again, his stomach bottoming out. Feeling like he'd been gut punched, he gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles cramping.

Dev appeared in the doorway. "Hey, what's taking you—" Concern flashing across his face, he stepped inside the room. "What is it?"

Leo swallowed past the bitter misery in his throat. He couldn't get the words out. He couldn't even fucking breathe. Feeling like he was going to puke, he stared at her email. No matter how many times he read it the results were still the same.

She was walking away from them.

Tied up in his agony, he barely registered Dev's sudden presence beside him. After a few minutes of heavy silence, he knew that his partner had noticed the email and finally understood the reason for Leo's anguish.

How could everything go to shit in the blink of an eye? He couldn't wrap his head around it. What the three of them shared went far beyond a science experiment. It even surpassed basic chemistry.

"Why would she do this?" Dev demanded, the pain in his voice evident.

The giant gaping hole in his heart refusing to mend, Leo dragged his hand down his face. "Because we fucking scared her off. That's why." He'd known something was bugging her last night, but he'd refrained from grilling her about the cause. Then this morning with her being sick, he'd figured that might have partially been the blame for her moodiness.

Damn it, they should have pushed her to open up to them. How was holding everything inside going to solve anything?

He shook his head, grim determination temporarily pushing his misery to the wayside. If she thought they were going to just stand by and calmly let her run from them without an adequate explanation she had another think coming.

He shoved up from his seat and met Dev's gaze. "Way I see it we have one of two options. We sit here singing the blues. Or we go talk some sense into the woman we love."

"I opt for number two."

"Same here."

Their wills banded in unity, they locked up the office and headed to Sidney's. The drive was the longest tense-filled twenty minutes of Leo's life. His pulse didn't settle until he pulled into the main entrance of her condo community.

One way or another, they'd find a way to break past her fears—whatever they were—and convince her they were meant to be together. If she was uncomfortable because of the employee and boss situation they'd find a way around it. Hell, they'd make her a full partner. And not just in their business. In their lives too. Because bottom line, that's where she belonged. For good.

***

The hard rap on the front door jerked Sidney awake. Adrenaline leaving her lightheaded and shaky, she burrowed under the afghan, her stomach queasy. She'd known they wouldn't let the email pass without a confrontation, but the actual reality of them being on the other side of the door was something she couldn't face yet.

She should have gone with her first instinct to camp out at her parents' house the rest of the week. Yeah, it would have been a cowardly way out. And a temporary one at that. But it would have given her some time to recover from being a complete emotional wreck.

Another fierce pounding rattled the door. "Querida, we can stand out here all day doing this. Doubtful your neighbors will appreciate it though."

They wouldn't. Especially the crabby woman in the unit two doors down. No doubt that's why Leo had chosen to forego the doorbell. The threat of a filed complaint from the condo association was a surefire way to get what he wanted.

Exhaling wearily, she left the warm comfort of the couch and trekked to the entry on wobbly legs. She closed her eyes and sucked in a fortifying breath, counting to ten. By fifteen, her nerves still weren't cooperating and she was dangerously lightheaded again. Releasing her breath before she passed out, she slid the deadbolt free and opened the door.

Her tiny front alcove was even more diminutive than usual thanks to Leo and Dev's overwhelming presence. She'd been right about being ill-prepared for facing them. Because they were—and always would be—the living, breathing embodiment of a future she desperately longed for and could never have.

She covered up her sniffle with a cough. Balling her fists at her sides, she steeled her spine. "I take it you got my email."

Dev crossed his arms over his chest. "Yep. And your resignation is declined."

"That isn't your decision to make."

Leo mimicked Dev's posture. "We both decline it."

She trembled inside, too heartsick to dredge up a glare at their maddening stubbornness. "That isn't what I meant, and you know it."

Leo stalked forward, forcing her to take a quick step back into the entry. Her body shaking—this time from his nearness—she held tight to the edge of the door. "Please, I just want you to leave."

"Not until you give us one damn good reason for shutting us out like this."

Her eyes stung with the promise of a new wave of tears. This was precisely the reason she'd needed time to get her shit together before having this conversation. Crying and getting emotional would only make things worse. "I can't keep fooling myself that any of this is real. Don't you understand that? It isn't healthy."

The fierceness slowly eased from Leo's features. "Why would you think any part of this isn't real?" He stroked his fingers along her cheek, his dark gaze searching hers. "Last night, when we made love, was that not real? Or how about yesterday morning in the lab? Was that a figment of your imagination?"

Her lip trembled. "That was all for the test trials."

"Querida, we haven't even given you the elixir for the last two days."

She frowned, her foggy brain slowly chugging through the stockpile of her memories. Now that she thought about it, maybe they hadn't used the Xtacy. An unpleasant thought occurred to her. She almost didn't want to ask, but she had to know. "Is that why you're here? Because you two didn't get all the data you need?"

"Why the hell would you think that?" Leo's big hands bracketed her face. "Sidney, the damn Xtacy program means nothing."

"You both put over a year's work into it. Obviously it means something."

He blew out a frustrated breath. "The point I'm trying to make here is that this has nothing to do with the program or a damn science experiment. We need you. It's as simple as that."

His choice of words spiked her pulse, but for once it was her brain that delivered the much needed lecture on keeping her head out of the clouds. "You'll find a replacement for me. I'm not the only secretary in the world, you know."

He leaned back and studied her. The intensity of his inspection was making her uncomfortable, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from his gaze. Finally he blinked as if a startling revelation had fallen over him. "You think that's all you are to us."

"What, your secretary?" She frowned. "What else could I possibly be?"

"Sidney, you're everything. Even before you signed on for the Xtacy program, you were all I thought about. Every damn day I'd look for excuses for hanging around the reception area just so I could see your smile. And don't even get me started on what gloomy mopes Dev and I tend to be when you're not around."

Dev nodded. "Joe and Margie actually draw straws on who has to deal with us when you're on vacation. Apparently we're not as fun as a barrel of monkeys."

Her head buzzed as she tried to process their mind-bogging admissions. "W—what are you saying, exactly?"

Dev crowded in next to Leo and cupped her cheek. "That we love you, baby. And we're damn well not letting you go."

The noise in her brain increased to a dull roar. She stared into their eyes, the emotion swirling in the depths of their irises making her heart skip a beat. "Y—you love me?"

"Since the first day you walked through our doors, sweetheart." The emotion she'd been too terrified to pin her hope on shone even brighter in Leo's gaze.

A sob caught in her throat. "This can't be real." It couldn't. Hearing those words come out of their mouths? Even in her wildest fantasies she'd never concocted something so crazy.

Leo slid his mouth over hers, his tongue slipping past her lips. She submitted to its wicked invasion with a whimpery moan. Her traitorous nipples tightened and her insides melted. He pulled back, his smile stealing the little breath she had left after his kiss. "Tell me that's not real."

Dev scooted Leo over and drew her into his arms. His lips stroked over hers in a tender caress before he rubbed her nose with his. He tipped her chin upward with his knuckle, forcing her to become lost in the warm glow in his eyes. "Or that."

The tears broke from their dam again, dribbling down her face and likely making her look like a royal hot mess. But with the release of her emotions came a true freedom. She didn't have to run anymore from the intensity of what she felt for Leo and Dev. Because they felt it too. Somewhere in this wild, insane time with them the fantasy had become...real.

They whisked the dampness from her cheeks and she gripped their wrists, her heart expanding with a joy she'd never thought possible. "I love you too." Releasing the three words she'd kept locked inside for so long lifted the heaviness from her chest and she could breathe again. In that moment of clarity, it was all too obvious exactly how much the baggage of her past had been weighing her down.

And that was maybe the true fantasy she'd been living in all this time—the stupid fallacy that protecting her heart somehow made her invincible from hurt, when in fact it was the opposite.

Leo and Dev picked her up and took turns swinging her in their arms and kissing the living daylights out of her. Laughing like a fool, she cupped their dear faces, happiness spreading to encompass her entire being. This was her future. These two wonderful, amazing men who loved her. Loved her.

Who needed a fantasy when reality was so much sweeter?
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Kinky Claus

Trig Campbell knows a thousand ways to make a woman orgasm. Not a boast. He's an escort. A damn good one. But there's one in particular he's fantasized about having underneath him, screaming his name. Too bad she's the last woman he can touch.

What's a girl to do when the escort she's hired for a corporate Christmas party turns out to be her best friend's brother? In Marissa Wagner's case—panic, of course. There's no way she can go through with this. No way she should give in to the dirty, kinky cravings Trig brings out in her. But that's exactly what she does...and neither of them is prepared for the eventual fall.

As their time together draws closer to an end, Trig is haunted by a question he'd never expected to face. What possible future can a gigolo offer a woman like Marissa? And can he let her go when the time comes?

Warning: This book contains a player well-versed in the fine art of sin, a good girl who's about to find out how delicious it is to be bad, enough kinky uses for a candy cane to make an elf blush, and verifiable proof that Santa does indeed come more than once a year.

Frisky Business

The best way to get over a man? Get your kink on with another. And Jane Campbell knows the perfect escort agency to get the job done.

As the owner of Hunks for Hire, Jack Brewster is used to the raunchy requests that land in his inbox. Bondage and blindfolds? Par for the course. But Jane's email whispers a wicked enticement. A sane man would delete the message. Or send his best escort to the date armed with a steel cup. Only problem? The thought of Jane naked and bound beneath any guy but him is like a knife in Jack's gut.

He doesn't do commitments. And he sure as hell doesn't do love and Happily Ever Afters. He was a fool before in that regard. Never again. But he can indulge in a taste. Then he'll walk away from Jane. For good.

But eating forbidden fruit has its addictive consequences, and two stubbornly anti-love sinners are about to take the biggest fall of them all.

Warning: This book contains an irredeemable bad girl, an ex-gigolo who can give the Kama Sutra some pointers, and a sweet, dirty, and thoroughly complicated love story long overdue.

Report For Booty

A Kinky Chronicles Crossover story

Mason Gamble and Nash Vincent are pros at making people sweat. As former Army Rangers who run the toughest, ball-busting fitness boot camp in Michigan, they take great pride in that fact. But thanks to the knockout brunette housesitting next door, suddenly they're the ones experiencing excess perspiration. Fortunately, the perfect opportunity to be neighborly presents itself courtesy of a package delivery snafu.

Regan Wallace has trust issues. Specifically, trusting that her best friend _won't_ make good on her threat to send a Strip-O-Gram for Regan's birthday. Is it any wonder she'd jump to the wrong conclusion when two gorgeous, camo-garbed hunks land on her front doorstep? Woops. The crazy part? They don't seem the least bit scandalized or offended by her boneheaded blunder. Judging by the sinful heat in their eyes, they're all too happy to provide her with a little two-on-one dirty dancing. For a woman recovering from a bad breakup, fielding the interest of two sex-on-a-stick men is both surreal and exhilarating. Indulging a three-way fling? Completely out of her comfort zone. But with her stay limited to a week, some no-strings-attached sex might be precisely what she needs to get her confidence back in stride.

None of them are prepared for the consequences of a sexy fling feeling like so much more. As Regan's stay draws closer to an end, Mason and Nash realize there's no way in hell they're letting the perfect woman slip through their fingers. And when it comes to fighting for her love, there are no fitter warriors for the ultimate battle to her heart.

Please enjoy the following excerpt from **Kinky Claus**...

He gently chaffed her hand between his. "Rissa, it's okay. This isn't much different than a blind date. Only we have the benefit of already knowing each other. That's kind of a good thing, don't you think?"

"Uh, no."

"Why?"

She gaped at him like he'd suddenly sprouted an extra head. "Because you're Jane's brother. And you're younger than me." She darted a look toward the nearest table before leaning closer to him and dropping her voice to a whisper. "Also I freakin' paid for you."

All three of her concerns were expected and no simple barricade to bust through. Best to start with the lowest on the calamity scale. "You're what, five years older than me, tops? Don't think that even qualifies you as a cougar."

She grimaced. "Oh God, you would have to use that word."

"I happen to think older women are hella sexy."

She offered him a peevish look that was downright adorable. "You just said I'm not that much older than you."

He shrugged. "I'll make an exception for you."

That finally earned a ghost of a smile from her. Just as quickly as it appeared, the mesmerizing sight vanished and she frowned, her eyes widening slightly behind her tortoise frame glasses. "You aren't suggesting we go through with this!"

"Why not? According to the information I was given, you need a date for your Christmas party, and I'm available. I don't see any problem with this scenario."

She dropped her focus to their linked fingers. Despite her effort to hide her face he still made out the fierce blush creeping across her cheeks. She cleared her throat. "Trig, I—I just don't think this is going to work out."

"If you're worried what Jane will think, trust me, I have no plan to tell her about any of this."

She returned her stare to him. "Does she know what you do for a living?"

He grunted. "No. That info would go over like a bag of bricks with my sis. She has a hard enough time with my other side job."

Her brow furrowed. "Other side job?"

So apparently Jane hadn't spilled the beans to any of her friends. Or at least not to Marissa. Not that he was necessarily surprised, given how his sis viewed his decision to put off going back to school to get his MFA. Not much he could do about that until he got a decent chunk taken out of his already sky-high student loan.

He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. This was another conversation he'd never anticipated occurring. Might as well get it all out in the open though. Shit, if the escort thing hadn't scared her off by now his other gig likely wouldn't be the final straw breaking the camel's back. He hoped. "I dance for an all-male revue."

She double blinked. "You're a stripper?"

"Not full time, but...yeah."

"Huh. No wonder you're in such amazing shape." Her scrutiny drifted to his chest before quickly flicking back upward to his chin as if she were deeply mortified at getting caught red-handed checking him out. Considering the amount of women who visually molested him on a daily basis—even with his clothes on—her reaction was adorably goofy.

He bit back a grin. "I'm glad you noticed."

She rolled her eyes. "You can stop pretending that you don't know your body is the Eighth freakin' Wonder of the World."

He chuckled. "Not that I don't appreciate the flattery—especially coming from you—but that's a pretty hefty claim to make without seeing all I have to offer."

Her eyes widened again. Oh yeah. She'd definitely picked up on the underlying invitation he'd snuck in there. He deliberately dropped his gaze to her mouth. "If you want a demonstration before actually buying the goods—"

"Trig." Her coloring rivaled the hat she'd tucked in her lap.

His face physically hurt from grinning so hard. "I was only going to suggest that you should come watch me at Sinners Friday night."

"Oh." She shifted restlessly in her seat. "I'm having dinner with my mom that night."

It was a good bet that was a lie, judging from the way she stumbled over her words and immediately averted her gaze. "Then I guess you'll have to take me sight unseen." He brushed his thumb along the outside of hers. "Unless you'd prefer a private dance back at your place."

She squirmed on the bench again. "Is that something you regularly offer your clients?"

"No, though sometimes they ask. Most of the women aren't looking for anything sexual, believe it or not."

"H—have you ever slept with any of them?" A rosy flush crawled upward along her neck. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's really none of my business."

"No, you deserve to know, and I don't mind disclosing the information." He took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Marissa off, but he also believed in being one hundred percent honest when it came to his sexual history. "I've never accepted money to have sex with a woman. What they pay me is strictly for what's on the agreement form. But a couple of times there have been mutual attractions that led to stuff happening after I got off the clock."

He continued tracing her finger, following the curve down to the base of her thumb. He'd never found the simple act of holding a woman's hand to be this intimate and erotic. Then again, he probably wouldn't have the same response if it wasn't Marissa. Which just went to show the effect she had on him. How fucking mind blowing would it be having his cock buried deep inside her, feeling her hot and liquid around him while her nails raked his back? He lifted her hand and bit the tip of her finger, scraping it lightly with his teeth.

Her lips parted on a breathy exhale. The sound wrapped around his cock and squeezed. He released her finger but kept caressing her hand. "Invite me back to your place, Rissa."

Yes, he was pushing her. Hard and fast. It might very well backfire on him and she'd run out of the shop in the next two seconds. But he'd never been one to back away from going after what he wanted. And what he wanted was Marissa—naked, gasping, and coming her brains out underneath him.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick-figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven't improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.

She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.

When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality-television shows.

She loves to hear from readers. You can email her at jodiredford@jodiredford.com and visit her online at www.jodiredford.com, www.jodiredford.blogspot.com, and http://www.lustwithalaugh.com .

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Other books by Jodi Redford

Now Available:

Hunks, Hammers, and Happily Ever Afters

Report For Booty

Kinky Claus

Taking Liberty

Light My Fire

Vanessa Unveiled

The Naughty List

Cat Scratch Fever

Breaking Bad

Checking it Twice

That Old Black Magic

That Voodoo You Do

The Seven Year Witch

Maximum Witch

Getting Familiar with Your Demon

Thieves of Aurion

Lover Enslaved

Lover Enraptured

