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“Smart and beautiful,” Clay says in a silky voice. “A dangerous combination.”

“And a risk-taker,” she adds. “Because obviously, if my firm found out about this, I’d be fired immediately. That’s why I can’t tell you where I work,” she winks. “The same way you can’t tell me where you work.”

I nod, impressed.

“But still, honey. That means that you must have taken the bar exam and put in a lot of hours hitting the books.”

She nods.

“Yes. Too many. That’s why I need to get out now to make up for the lost years,” she says in a light tone. “All work and no play makes Mara a boring girl.”

That’s our cue. Immediately I stand, extending one big hand to her.

“I know how we can make this night a lot more exciting,” is my silky invitation. “Care to go upstairs with us? We have a suite.”

The buxom brunette doesn’t even hesitate, slipping her small palm into mine as Clay stands too, towering over her on her left.

“Yes, but I have just one request,” she giggles, looking between us coyly.

“What’s that?” my twin growls, his eyes roving over her curvy form.

“That we take this with us,” she says, reaching for the bottle of champagne before cradling it to her chest. “This is far too good to leave behind.”

I have images of what we can do with the curvy girl using that bottle and my blue eyes flare. Mara sees it too because her chocolate gaze sparkles as her breasts heave in anticipation. But she’s a sassy one, I’ll give her that, because Mara merely slips her hand into mine once more while shooting us a sweet smile.

“Let’s go, big boys. What are you waiting for?”

Then, the fireworks really start, and Clay and I lose our minds to this exciting, sexy, and utterly addictive woman named Mara.

4

Mara

* * *

The two gorgeous men whisk me into the elevator, and the truth is that I can barely breathe. Being in these close confines with Clay and Casper is mind-altering, and I’m already feeling loose and slippery as a result.

My clients can sense my arousal, and Clay sniffs appreciatively.

“Your fragrance is fantastic,” he growls, shooting me a steamy look. “I can smell your arousal right now.”

I gasp and cross my legs, pressing my thighs together tightly.

“Yes, but …” I sputter in embarrassment.

Casper merely caresses my bottom with one hand before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We like women who are very sensual,” he growls, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Now come on baby. We’re here.”

The lift opens to the penthouse suite, and the men lead me to a white door at the end of the long hallway before keying it open. Sure enough, it’s a gorgeous, triple-height space with floor to ceiling windows displaying the sparkling lights of Manhattan. There’s a giant TV mounted to the wall, as well as a massive kitchen area off to the left with a full-size stove, fridge, and island. Wow. I could definitely live here.

“This is gorgeous,” I breathe appreciatively. “You really went all-out for this date.”

Casper chuckles. “We always do, and it’s fitting for a beautiful woman like yourself. We’re glad you decided to join us, sweetheart.”

I smile.

“Thank you. I’m glad too,” I murmur coyly while tracing a finger along my décolletage. Immediately, both men stop in their tracks and watch, their eyes fixed to my creaminess. My blood starts pumping because obviously, tonight is going to be a night to remember, and I can’t wait.

Yet, I have to be careful because there have been some yellow flags. I’m not exactly the greatest rule-follower myself, but City Girls wants us to be safe. We are their greatest assets after all, and they don’t set forth their practices and procedures for no reason. So when Clay and Casper asked to meet in a semi-public area, I was put on alert. Then, when they whipped out their own drinks, I grew even more concerned. I’m not afraid per se, but I know I need to keep my wits about me.

Yet the two men gorgeous and what is it exactly that we’re doing? This is just one-off sex, right? It’s not like there are going to be any emotions, which is the most dangerous pitfall of all in my profession. You can do it, I whisper to myself, as two pairs of laser blue eyes sear my lusciousness. You’ll walk away afterwards just fine so long as you watch yourself, Mara.

“Another glass of wine?” Casper manages in a silky voice, tipping the bottle in my direction. That silly champagne. I can’t believe I hauled it all the way up from downstairs, like a grand prize. Yet my mouth waters as we seat ourselves on the couch. Clay produces crystal flutes from the in-suite bar before topping them off with fizzy. I take a sip and immediately, the bubbles hit my nose.

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