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She’d taken a few steps when he spoke again, his voice soft and raw. “Cait.”
Trepidation iced her spine. “What?”
“What about both of us?”
“What about both of you what?” She knew she sounded impatient, but she’d grown tired of this conversation. A full day of work waited for her, and she didn’t want to think about any of this anymore.
Not right now. She was getting a headache.
Matt rose fluidly, not the least bit ill at ease about his nudity. Why should he be? The guy was sexy as hell.
She swallowed hard when he strolled over and tipped up her chin. “You said you wanted it to be one of us who took your virginity. So what if it were both of us?”
“Uh, you can’t lose your virginity twice.”
“You think?” He licked the inside of his lower lip, and her nipples pushed against her bra. “I think you should let us prove otherwise. Let both of us make love to you. Together.”
Cait opened her mouth to answer. She really did. But no words came.
How could he ask that of her? That kind of thing was fine for others, but not for her. She wasn’t the threesome type.
She was almost sure.
Especially not the first time she had sex.
They were her best friends. She wasn’t a juicy piece of chicken they could split up at dinner. It was flat-out wrong.
More wrong than asking them which wanted to be the one to take your virginity?
Her belly quivered, everything south heating so fast that she feared embarrassing herself if she didn’t get out of there. She might just agree to anything he asked.
Especially since she’d already considered it, throughout the long night when she’d twisted and turned in her bed and remembered Matt and Tris together. She’d tried to stop picturing herself with them, but it was impossible. Her mind insisted on inserting her into every explicit scene she conjured up, each more torrid than the last.
Matt leaned in and kissed her lightly. Though his lips scarcely brushed hers, her core contracted as if he’d sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Think about it.”
Then he turned around, whistling, and headed off to the shower.
Before she chased after him, she hurried downstairs to her desk. Music. She needed music. Anything to drown out the voice in her head.
She brought up a Christmas music station online and turned up the volume. Carols would put her in the right frame of mind.
Focus on something else.
Christmas. That worked.
They still needed to get a tree for the office. They’d been so incredibly busy for the last few months that none of them had even had a chance to think of decorating, though that was usually Matt’s job anyway. He got a kick out of stringing garland all over the place and putting up gel clings of angels and snowflakes in the windows. She and Tris always teased him it was obvious he’d missed out on the design gene completely, because anyone with an artistic eye would reject that stuff on sight.
Last Christmas she’d been seeing Gary. So that was around when this had started between them.
Deep in the heart of winter, they’d turned to each other. One night Matt had just reached for Tristan’s zipper and said what the hell and gone to town.
Here, probably. In this very office.
Which of them had taken the other’s cock in his mouth that first night? All that hard, needy flesh, just begging to be licked and stroked. Deep throated. Swallowed.
She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against her monitor, unable to erase the pictures forming behind her eyes. God, she was losing it. In a minute, she’d spontaneously orgasm, and then she’d be incapable of denying the truth.
Tristan and Matt being lovers fascinated her.
