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He nodded briefly, and then strode purposefully towards the workshop. He moved like a limber big cat, all sleek and defined and self-assured. Was it her imagination, or had she seen a twinkle in his eyes as he turned away? I am probably imagining it. Wishful thinking.
“My car wouldn’t start and I had to get them to look it over,” she explained vaguely, wondering what would happen when she went down there.
“Them? There’s more like him?”
Astrid nodded.
Susan looked her over, eyes narrowed, the smile on her face growing. “So you had to go over there first before the party, huh. Well, it’s no wonder you weren’t bothered about Roger.”
Astrid chuckled. “Right on the button there, Susan.”
“You have all the luck,” Susan commented, then paused before she left. “You deserve it, honey. You’ve been stewing on the Roger thing for too long.”
Had she? Yes, she supposed she had, but Deacon and Vico had changed all that. Anticipation built inside her as she thought about going over there again. She wasn’t expecting anything, but seeing them again would be appreciated. She attempted to get back to work, but was fidgety and restless and watched the clock until midday approached.
Finally, it was time.
Her heart raced, and even though she told herself she couldn’t hope for anything other than her car back, her sex was sticky with anticipation by the time she got down the stairs and out the door. As she approached the workshop she glanced up at the sign over the workshop doors. It had taken on a whole new meaning since last night.
THE RIGHT MEN FOR THE JOB.
It made her smile. They were that, and she wasn’t just thinking mechanics.
Her car looked as if it was ready to go. As she walked through the doors Deacon strode out and stood between her and the car, arms folded across his chest. His brow was lowered as he looked at her, his expression inscrutable.
She paused, her heart racing. As she did, a sound behind her made her jump. The workshop doors rolled closed. Vico was behind her, and she stared over her shoulder watching as he drove the bolts home. When their eyes met, his glinted, his mouth moving in a devilish smile. Her heart tripped, and then raced on.
She was trapped in here, with both of them.
Yesterday, that might have freaked her out.
Today, it made her horny as hell.
Chapter Four
“We wanted to see you again.” It was Deacon.
Astrid’s pulse raced, joy blossoming inside her at his words.
He leant over to kiss her and his lips were firm and warm, drawing her up to meet his kiss. An instant reminder of the night before was conveyed in the pressure of his mouth on hers. She flexed against him, desire taking over and decorum abandoned, just as it had been the night before. “I’m glad,” she said, when they drew apart. “I wanted that too.”
Deacon smiled and his fingers went to her hair. His eyes glowed. “Can you stay for a while?”
She nodded. She wanted to claim the two of them back to her again, here in this distinctly male environment—she wanted to flaunt herself and revel in them.
“Every time I see you, I want you,” he whispered, and there was pent up longing there in his voice.
When she looked over her shoulder she saw Vico also looked at her with expectation.
His gaze was so hot and direct. The dynamic between the three of them was powerful and blatant. “And I want you, both of you. I’m horny as hell and it’s your fault.”
Deacon looked her up and down as if looking for proof. Cheeky. If he wanted proof, she’d give it to him. Lifting her top, she pulled it over her head, cast it aside, and then unlatched her bra, her breasts stirring free when released. She threw the bra at Deacon.
He caught it and breathed her scent from it before hanging it over the nearby chair. The way he did that made her sex ache. Cupping her breasts, she stroked her nut-hard nipples. “See what this is doing to me?”
Deacon’s eyes burnt with challenge.
That made her feel even more wild—slightly out of control and drunk on the moment. “I’ve been in my office this morning, barely able to sit still, thinking about what we did last night.” She pulled her skirt up around her hips, and rubbed her hand over the front of her panties, where her clit burnt.
