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in on Joe.”
    A little heat crept up Hake’s neck but he smiled. “I don’t think she minded.”
    “Minded,” Brent snorted. “I doubt she even noticed, she was so busy watching you and Joe.”
    “Believe me, she did.” Mandy always noticed if he didn’t quite get the job done and she wasn’t inclined to let it pass with a smile. “Mandy!” he shouted, grinning when Brent jumped.
    Mandy’s “What?” drifted through the heater vent.
    “Get your sweet little ass down here!”
    There was a pause, then a distracted-sounding “Just a minute!”
    When Brent raised his brows, he explained, “She’s playing with her favorite toy.”
    The brows went even higher. “How do you know?”
    “She’s taking too long. And I can hear it—can’t you?”
    After a listening intently for a second, Brent threw his head back and laughed out loud.
    * * * * *
    Gwen groaned with excitement as Alexandre and Jordan rolled naked across the floor, each trying to get the upper hand. Jordan was younger and bigger, but Alexandre had the advantage of strength and experience. Once he got Jordan pinned on his stomach, the outcome was inevitable.
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    “Your turn,” he grunted, spreading Jordan’s bucking thighs with his knees.
    “No!”
    “Oh yeah. You’ve been begging for a good fucking, boy, and now you’re going to—
    “I mean it, Mandy,” Hake bellowed up the stairs. “Get down here now or I’ll think you’re up there getting yourself off and punish you accordingly.”
    “Drat,” she whispered, reluctantly pushing away from her desk and running her hands through her damp hair. She didn’t bother closing the laptop this time—after what they’d all done together, the boys had to expect her to immortalize them in a book.
    Or ten.
    Grinning, she yelled back, “Hold your horses—I’ll be down in a minute!”
    Her tummy fluttered in the silence that met her sass. That silence was immediately followed by the sounds of heavy feet—several of them—marching up the stairs. Oh goody, she was in for it now.
    She’d left the door open just a crack when she sneaked into her office and now it flew open to reveal Hake, still bare-chested, and Brent behind him, still naked.
    Hake pointed down the short hall without taking his eyes off her. “Go rinse off, Brent, but be quick about it. Towels are under the sink.”
    Brent saluted quickly and disappeared, leaving her alone with her husband, who looked very, very…
    Mandy gulped. God, when was the last time he’d looked at her like that, like she was the only thing in his world and he intended to keep it that way for hours ?
    Joe’s head passed behind Hake and she realized he’d gone into their bedroom.
    Excitement bolted up her spine. She tried to say Hake’s name, but nothing came out.
    “Since you can’t mind me, you forfeit the robe, Mandy. Take it off.” When she hesitated, he barked, “Now!”
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    Swallowing, she pulled the terry sash free and shrugged out of her robe, letting it drop to the floor. Hake walked a slow circle around her, inspecting her with an insolent eye, and it occurred to her that his limp was barely noticeable.
    He stopped in front of her and dropped the act. “I’ve been a fool, Mandy,” he confessed, looking down at her with apology all over his face.
    “No, you—”
    “You know I have,” he said more firmly. “Here I am, the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth, and I’ve been wallowing in self-pity for months. Years, even.”
    She tried but couldn’t hold back the grin. After all, he spoke nothing less than the truth.
    “You should have kicked my ass out or filled it with buckshot or something.”
    “That would have been a little drastic,” she said. “And I knew you’d snap out of it when you were ready. If you hadn’t, I’d have dragged your butt to a shrink, not taken a shot at it. Your butt’s too pretty to put holes in.”
    “My butt’s not pretty,” he growled, grabbing her