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“Wow!” whooshes from my lungs when Colby finally lets me come up for air.

One corner of his mouth lifts wickedly, and he lowers his head to nibble my neck. “Missed you,” he puffs against my skin. Apparently, he’s a little short of breath himself.

In a fraction of second, we go from zero to ninety. Our mouths fuse, and our hands seek warm skin. Before I can think “Hallelujah!” he flicks open the button on my jeans, slides his hands under my waistband, and fills his big hands with my bare ass cheeks.

“Thong?” he growls.

His mouth is on my throat, and I drop my head back. “Oh yes,” I purr. Whether I’m answering his question or simply encouraging his assault is a mystery, and one I don’t care about solving at the moment.

“So filthy,” he rasps. “Color?”

“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

“Tease.”

He lifts me up and drops me on the edge of a huge desk that practically fills the room. Then his fingers free the hem of my blouse and snake beneath, coasting over my ribs to my breasts. He yanks my bra cups down, and my heated skin puckers into a tight landscape of goose bumps. Lifting my blouse none too gently, he latches on to a nipple and works it hard. Lips, tongue, teeth. Every part of his hot mouth is involved. God, it feels good! His harshly uttered words tell me how much he wants me. Wrapping my legs around him, I snug my core against his erection and rock, moaning, lost in everything he’s doing to me. So lost I forget where we are and that anyone could walk in on us.

I cradle his jaw and pull him off me. His mouth releases with a soft pop. “We can’t do this!” I hiss.

“We are doing this.” He stares at my bared breasts. “God, your tits.”

“Hey, sailor. Up here.” I point at my eyes.

His gaze snaps to mine. He looks a little drunk, and he gives me a lopsided half-smile. “I love it when you call me that.”

“I thought you liked ‘captain.’”

“I like all of it. As long as it’s coming from you.”

As I’m in the midst of questioning why we’re having this inane exchange while imminent danger in the form of my brother lurks on the other side of an unlocked door, his mouth descends back to mine. This kiss is dirty and desperate and raw. And noisy from our mingled sounds of pleasure. So noisy it apparently snags someone’s attention.

The office door flies open.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Chapter 34

Siamese Monkeys

Jackie

There’s something to be said for an athlete’s reflexes. Colby whirls at the same moment he yanks down my blouse and slides my legs off his hips. I’m unzipped and de-cupped beneath a silky, somewhat see-through blouse, but he stations himself so he blocks me from whoever’s standing in the doorway. My knees knock together.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Cam Blue says in a gruff voice.

I quickly adjust my bra and peek around Colby’s shoulder. Cam’s eyes go wide. “Oh. Shit.”

Colby’s head swivels, and he sees Cam and me exchange surprised glances.

“Uh …” both men stammer at the same time.

“I can explain,” I rush out. Humiliation flares in my cheeks with heat so intense I’m sure my face is about to ignite.

Cam closes the door and crosses his arms over his chest. “Explain what? That you were having Chase here check out your tonsils? Your brother—”

“Doesn’t know,” I finish.

Cam rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Oh, I can’t wait to see his head explode when he finds out you two have been …” His eyes drift to the desk. “What the hell did you do to my desk?” He holds up a hand. “Don’t answer that.”