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  “I think I have the better view this time,” Noah said.

  “I wouldn’t count on that.”

  Pain sparked through Kitty’s body as Shane raked his teeth across her sensitive nipple. At the same time, Noah plunged the dildo into her to the hilt. Her body came alive with fire.

  The butterfly antennae were angled perfectly to touch her sensitive clit, heightening the erotic euphoria. Both men retreated. She moaned, the pain of separation almost too much to bear. Then they repeated their movements. This time instead of biting, Shane flicked her nipple with his tongue, and a wave of pleasure rolled through her. She groaned against the onslaught and wished she could see their faces. Were they pleased with her response?

  She wanted to know what they were thinking and if they enjoyed this as much as she. Then again, there was a certain thrill in not knowing. While blindfolded, Kitty found that not only her senses were heightened but her imagination as well. As Noah twisted his wrist and the vibrator slipped over a particularly sensitive spot, her mind took over, and her most secret fantasy rose to the surface.

  The men weren’t two well-dressed Irishmen from the club but strangers who’d picked her up on the side of the road. They had spent months without sex and wanted to use her body for their pleasure. They had lured her away from safety, then captured her to fulfill their kinky desires.

  More than anything, she wanted to be dominated.

  As if sensing her urgency, Noah quickened the pace. The vibrator moved more easily now, the smooth thrust and retreat helping to support her fantasy. She groaned as he turned his wrist, causing the antennae to push deeper into her clit. At the same moment, Shane cupped her breasts and squeezed the full mounds between his fingers. His grip was rough, and Kitty lost herself to the sensations. She moistened her lips and wiggled in her seat as desire wound its way through her system.

  Shane repositioned himself at her side so his lips were next to her ear. “You’re ours now.” He continued to squeeze and caress, teasing wave after wave of desire from her body.

  “Yes.” She gasped as Shane nibbled on the outer rim of her ear.

  Noah moved his wrist, and the vibrator plunged deeper into her pussy. The thrusts became rougher. Each push wound her tighter until every inch of her burned with need. She was close to an orgasm, very close.

  “Your body belongs to us, lass.” Shane pressed his lips lightly against her temple. “See how it responds to our touch?” He pinched her nipple, sending another spark of pain through her. This time she opened herself up to the hurt and found her pleasure deepening. Her mind was uncluttered, and she knew he was right.

  “Come for me, kitten. Show us your wild side.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Shane’s words struck a chord deep inside. The connection she felt to these men was different. Shane and Noah held her there, with them, in the moment. They cared for her, understood her need. How could they know so much about her? Was she that easy to read? She had always prided herself in keeping a lock on her emotions in boardroom. While running a business, you needed nerves of steel. Showing emotion and giving away information freely were not useful tools when closing deals. Her father had once said…

  Fuck! Her father. If she succumbed to Shane’s wishes, then she’d be indebted to them. Who knew what they would ask for? If it was anything other than sex, Kitty guessed she would have to ask her father for permission to give it. How could she possibly explain the wager without him throwing a fit? She steeled her jaw and tried to hold herself back from the edge. The vibrator rotated, hitting every possible nerve ending in her core. She rode out the sensations, determined not to lose the challenge.

  She nibbled her lower lip and held on tight to the last shreds of her sanity. Noah’s fingers tightened around her clit, and sparks of pain heightened her pleasure. Shane continued the delicious torture on her nipples, pinching and teasing until she thought she would burst. She couldn’t let go, couldn’t give the men that much control over her. It didn’t matter how good it felt or how close she was to the brink. There was no way she would give in so easily. Kitty hovered on the edge of madness for what seemed like ages, her body at the tender mercy of the men. Their attention was both torture and heaven.

  Just when she didn’t think she could hold on any longer, a click snapped through the air, and Cain’s familiar voice filled the cabin of the limo.

  “We have arrived, Miss Kate.”

  The men froze. Kitty couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that rushed over her. As much as she needed to win the bet, part of her wished she had lost. She swallowed the lump in her throat and bit back the urge to tell Cain to take another lap—or three—around the block.

  She cleared her throat. “Give me a moment, Cain. I’ll be right out.”

  “Very well.”

  She lowered her legs to the floor. The men moved away, and she ripped off her blindfold.

  “Give us more time.”

  “No, Noah, you had your time.” Kitty fought the frustration growing inside of her. It was better this way. If the limo ride had been five more minutes, she’d have shattered in Noah and Shane’s hands. Then she’d have had to do whatever they asked of her. This way, she had the two of them as her personal sex slaves for an entire weekend, an entire weekend in the arms of two men more than capable of making her forget her problems with Velvet Steel. A ripple of anticipation trickled through her core. An entire weekend of sex and fun.

  Her eyes took a minute to adjust to the dark interior, but when they did, she could see both men’s frustration. She turned to Shane. “You lost your bet.”

  “You cheated, lass.” Shane pressed his lips together and helped her back into her shirt.

  “Cheated? How? You tried to make me orgasm, but I didn’t.” She shrugged and attempted to appear nonchalant. “I won.” If these two had any idea of just how close she had been… Kitty had never felt sensations that strong before, not even by her own hand.

  You’re both mine now. Kitty smoothed her skirt over her legs and stared at the men. Both looked rumpled, helpless, and totally adorable. She smiled sweetly at their confused expressions.

  “This has never happened to us before.” Noah slid back into his seat and ran his fingers through his hair.

  “I don’t understand it.” Shane eased into the seat next to his friend. They made quite the pair, and Kitty got a heady rush knowing she was able to frustrate them so completely. She squashed the urge to soothe their hurt, to tell them just how close she had been to breaking. She knew saying such things wouldn’t help. Kitty had to take her next steps with care if she hoped to see them again. She grabbed the towel off the floor and tossed it to Shane.

  “Something to remember me by.” She placed her hand on Noah’s cheek. “You were very good, trust me.” Kitty pulled her hand away and fished in her purse for her lipstick. “But the wager was lost, and you’re mine for an entire weekend. Correct?” She flipped open her compact and tried to keep her hand steady enough to apply the deep red lipstick.

  Noah glanced at his friend. “Shane?”

  “We will have to go home and pack first.” Shane leaned forward and put his forearms on his knees. “A weekend is a long time.” He trailed his finger over her knee, lost in thought.

  “Yes, it is.” Kitty fought the urge to spread her legs for him. Her pussy still ached, but now wasn’t the time. If things went the way she planned, she wouldn’t be sexually frustrated for much longer. “Go home now and collect your things.”

  Shane straightened and glanced out the window. “Shall we meet you at the mansion?”

  “No!” She snapped the compact closed. Goodness, if her father ever caught the two of them on the premises… She cleared her throat and tried to bottle her emotions. “No. We’ll use my father’s hunting lodge.”

  Noah frowned. “Hunting lodge?”

  Cain walked around and opened the limo door, and moonlight streamed inside the dark interior. She ignored Cain and focused on the men. “My father has a hunti
ng cabin two hours from here.” She shifted her gaze to Noah’s stunned expression. “Cain will drive you there when you are done packing.” She slid her gaze back to Shane. “If you can please me, then I may reconsider the wager and offer to grant your desires as well.” She ran her hand along Shane’s inner thigh. “Either way I’ll make sure you’re both well compensated for your time.” She smiled, hoping her implication was clear. If she played her cards right, she’d spend an entire weekend away from her problems, alone in the woods with these two men. What more could a girl ask for?

  “We’re busy.”

  Kitty jerked her head toward Noah in time to see something flash over his features. Frustration? Hurt? She wasn’t sure.

  “You lost the wager,” she said.

  Noah shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”

  She removed her hand from Shane’s thigh and leaned forward to cup Noah’s cheek. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

  Noah’s jaw hardened, and he closed his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re asking. We have…we have plans this weekend.”

  “You wouldn’t want us to go back on our deal, would you? Work can wait.” Shane grabbed Noah’s biceps and eased him away from Kitty. “We’ll be there. Just give us directions.”

  Kitty stared at Noah for a long time before responding. There was definitely something more going on between them than met the eye. Normally she didn’t care about the personal lives of her lovers, but she felt that with Noah and Shane, she wanted to know more. She wanted to help them. It was more than that; she wanted to share the closeness that the two men had with each other.

  She flicked her gaze to Shane. “Good.” She nodded to Cain. “Cain will bring you to the cabin when you’re ready.”

  Shane grasped her hand and raised her fingers to his lips. “It will be our pleasure to serve you.”

  Kitty relished the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine. “I’m sure.” She smiled as he kissed her hand. “If you need anything, tell Cain, and he’ll pick it up for you.” She turned her attention to Noah, and her smile faded. He seemed upset. “I trust you won’t disappoint me?”

  The cloud over Noah’s features faded, and he took her hand. “Of course not.” He squeezed her fingers. “I’m sorry. It’s just that we have been rather busy at work. Sometimes it’s hard for me to put it behind me.”

  Kitty patted his hand. “I understand.” All too well.

  “We look forward to it.”

  “Good.” She nodded to Shane. “I will see you later tonight, then.” Excitement returned, pushing out her concern and filling her with tingling anticipation. She took Cain’s hand and stepped out of the limo. Once on the sidewalk, she squeezed the old man’s hand. “I release you into the service of these two men.”

  Cain nodded, a swift jerk of the head that signaled his displeasure. “Does your father know you’ll be using his cabin?”

  “No, but he will.”

  Cain frowned. “What about you?”

  “I’ll drive myself.”

  “Your father would not approve, Miss Kate.”

  A stab of worry sliced through her excitement, dampening it. “Daddy hasn’t used that place in years. What I do with it is none of his concern.” She waved her hand in the air. “He never drives the red sports car anymore. He’ll never miss it.”

  Cain looked like he wanted to say something, but Kitty cut him off.

  “I trust you will not tell my father of this,” she said.

  “Yes, Miss Kitty.” Cain nodded.

  “Good.” She quickly walked into the large, cold mansion she called home before Cain could reprimand her yet again for cavorting around town like a whore. She wasn’t up to hearing his lectures. The man could take his old-fashioned values and shove them where the sun didn’t shine. She was twenty-five, an adult woman with needs. How she chose to fulfill those needs was her own business. In this day and age, sex was sex, and love was love. Nobody ever mixed the two, ever. She knew better than anyone what a disaster it was to become emotionally involved with a sexual partner.

  An image of Noah flashed before her as she entered the foyer. She’d have to make a conscious effort to maintain an emotional distance this weekend. The stolen glances between the men and Noah’s irritated looks didn’t matter. They didn’t. All that mattered was her own sexual satisfaction. These men had what she needed, what she craved. She’d take everything they had and make sure they were well rewarded. At the end of the weekend, things would return to normal. She’d have her libido satisfied, and she’d have the strength to deal with her father and the layoffs. The plan was perfect.

  She pushed Noah’s worried expression from her mind and climbed the stairs to her bedroom to pack.

  Noah told Cain to take them back to Taboo so they could pick up their rental car. Neither he nor Shane wanted Cain to know where they were staying while in town. The less Kitty’s driver knew about them, the better.

  Finished, Noah leaned his head back on the seat and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t until the limo was a few blocks from their destination that he decided to talk. “This is wrong.”

  Shane remained silent.

  Noah turned his head and watched the curve of Shane’s muscular back. The man had hunched in front of the side window as soon as Kitty left and had been brooding ever since. It was so Shane. Noah had been around him long enough to know Shane was plotting something. It worried him. “We were lucky she didn’t recognize us.”

  “Perhaps. It seemed like she wanted to escape her problems with Velvet Steel, not dwell on them.” Shane flashed him a wry smile. “Up until now, she’s been working with Albright, so she doesn’t know what we look like. All we have to do is to keep her from thinking too much about her job until she’s formed an attachment.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then, when the moment is right, we persuade her to our way of thinking.”

  “How?”

  “A word here, a comment there. By the end of the weekend, she’ll be ready to give us all that we want and more.”

  Noah sighed. It was true; he and Shane liked to keep a low profile. They left most of the negotiations and details to top-notch lawyers like Kevin Albright. Most people had no idea what they looked like. If they were careful, then Shane’s plan could work.

  Shane and Noah preferred to stick with what they knew best: buying out their competition and expanding their empire. It was a game of numbers, really. Each day they’d assess the public information about their competitors and figure out which companies were undervalued and vulnerable. Then they’d take steps to make sure Velvet Steel stayed vulnerable. When they thought the company had had enough, they’d make an offer to buy them out.

  Most companies folded pretty quickly, but Shane and Noah had run into a roadblock of sorts with Velvet Steel. The father-daughter team would only sell on their own terms, and who knew what those terms were. Noah had suspected he and Shane weren’t going to like the conditions, and they hoped to soften Kitty enough to see things their way before the big meeting on Wednesday.

  “It will work, I know it,” Shane said.

  Noah shook his head. “She’s a smart woman, and it won’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.”

  “But if she’s having sex, then she won’t be thinking of her company. She’ll be thinking about us.”

  “It’s a bad idea, Shane. I don’t like it.”

  Shane lowered his hand from his chin and turned in his seat. “Do you have a better plan?” His green gaze seemed cold and unyielding. “Because if you do, I’m listening.”

  Noah ran a hand over his face and returned his gaze to the ceiling. “We’re screwed.” They needed Velvet Steel, needed it badly. It was one of the few major competitors left. If that company continued to resist their bids for takeover, then they wouldn’t have Velvet Steel’s patents, and they wouldn’t be able to streamline production. Considerable resources would have to be allocated to schmooze distributors and consolidate resourc
es to keep them one step ahead of their competitors. Instead of focusing on their fledgling sites abroad, they’d be wasting precious time and money playing catch-up in the US. Growth would be stalled, and their shareholders upset.

  Even knowing all of this, Noah still felt that what they were doing was a little extreme. “We never should have even tried this. It was a stupid idea.”

  “It was your idea.”

  Shane was right. It was his idea, one that he’d come up with after a few beers. He’d meant it as a joke, but then Shane locked onto the joke and it became something more. After a little research, Shane had learned that Kitty had a reputation for partying just as hard as she worked. The men in her wake were left satisfied and spoke fondly of her talents. It was obvious to him that the easiest way to influence Clint Velvet would be through seducing his daughter. Before Noah realized it, things were spiraling out of control.

  In their drunken haze, they had formed a plan to seduce Ms. Kitty and use their relationship as leverage. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared women before. More than once, their work had spilled over into their play, and the two of them ended up fooling around with the same woman—and with each other. They had been friends and coworkers for years, and Noah longed to take their relationship to the next level, but Shane had always held back. Noah guessed Shane wasn’t ready to admit he could have feelings for another man. Noah had tried to move on, occasionally dating other men and going out on his own, but it wasn’t the same. Nothing felt right, and he often came home hollow and empty. He always came back to Shane, the man with whom he shared a history as well as a company. He always would.

  “Just like old times, eh?” Noah was happiest when he shared women and part of himself with Shane. Why couldn’t his friend see that they were right for each other?

  “I suppose. Kitty’s different, though.”

  “She’s just a fuck.” Noah sat up and stared at Shane. “You said yourself. We were to fuck her, drive her mad with desire, and then make her see how our deal to take over Velvet Steel would be mutually beneficial. When we walk into the meeting on Wednesday, it will be a three-on-one situation.”