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“I’ve been ready for you for years,” she said, her light tone belying the double meaning of her words. At least he hoped there was a double meaning.
“I’m ready too,” Cale put in, effectively breaking the heaviness of the moment.
Trying not to laugh seemed futile so Tony didn’t bother. That he chuckled while he slid his painfully hard cock inside Marsh’s snug hole was definitely different. Especially since his laughter turned into moans almost instantly.
She gripped him tightly, the thin wall separating him from the toy still in her sex seeming to disappear. Christ, he could feel every minute vibration. And then when she pulled out the vibe and he could feel her fingers pumping away, a new round of groans spilled out of him. It felt as if she were caressing him from inside out.
“Dammit, Marcia.” He gritted his teeth. “You trying to make me come?”
“Think so. Here too,” Cale managed, lifting his head. She’d gone back to working the candy beads off his sac, liberally wetting his balls in the process. Finally she tore off the necklace completely, tossing it aside before she encircled her lips around Cale’s shaft in one smooth glide that made both men gasp. Had heeverseen anything hotter?
Tony surged deeper into Marcia, matching his strokes to her increasingly fumbling finger thrusts into her pussy. They stopped altogether when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard on the tip of Cale’s cock.
“Fuck yes.” Cale pushed her head down as he arched his back and raised his hips off the bed. “Swallow it,” he panted, his tugs on her hair gentling even before his body stopped twitching.
She dropped her face to Cale’s thigh when Tony pressed his hand in the center of her back, forcing her as low as possible while he drove deep. Pleasure fountained up from his balls to his spine, washing over him in thick waves while the movements of his hips went on autopilot. Her whimpers burst through the silence just before he felt those wicked fingers slipping in and out of her sheath, pushing him into a brutally hard climax. He plunged over and over again, filling her with his hot release.
Somehow through the haze, he heard her keening cry. Her tight walls squeezed around him, drawing out his aftershocks for so long that he literally couldn’t breathe. Finally Marcia went limp beneath him.
In a minute she’d be asleep if they didn’t get her up and moving. In that way, she was worse than a guy. But Tony couldn’t get his limbs to work.
Cale, on the other hand, seemed like he was raring to go. He rubbed her back and tossed Tony a grin. “Let’s eat.”
7
When Marcia woke the next morning, only she and Tony were still in bed. She heard the shower running in the bathroom and squinted at the clock. Just past four. She knew Cale worked early, but this was ungodly.
“Somebody’s gotta sort stock from the morning truck. Usually him,” Tony mumbled, his voice sexily slurred with sleep.
“Ugh.”
“In two hours it’s my turn.”
She already knew that but since he wasn’t fully conscious, she wouldn’t quibble. “So this not working thing? Maybe not so bad.” She rolled over and kissed his chin. “Go back to sleep.”
He’d yet to open his eyes. “Already am.”
Laughing, she rubbed his shoulder and tried not to sigh in pure female appreciation. His body made her inordinately happy. Antonio Marcus Griggs made her happy, period. If there was a boyfriend hall of fame, he’d be in it.
She snuggled closer. How could she repay him for last night? Hmm, maybe she could dedicate her sex book to him.
To my loving boyfriend, Tony, who epitomizes sex and makes me eager to make love too.
Not bad. Kind of corny. She’d have to work on it when she actually began to write the book.
Which was what she should be doing now. If she wanted to get this thing moving, she’d have to start getting up earlier and putting in some late nights.
She grinned. Late nights spent doing things other than having wonderfully orgasmic sex with her two younger men.
Once Tony’s even breathing told her he’d fallen asleep, she eased out from under his arm and padded to the en-suite bathroom. The shower was off so maybe Cale was decent. Even if he wasn’t, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.
She knocked softly. Knocked again. Her smile blossomed as Cale pulled open the door and cocked a brow. He wore a towel slung so low it practically touched the floor.
“Am I interrupting something?” she asked in her best sexy voice. The morning wood tenting his towel certainly seemed suspicious.
“Maybe.” He openly perused her naked body in the triangle of light. Then he barked out a laugh. “Blondie, you need a shower.”
“Well, yeah, but—”
