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laughed.
    “She’s a blusher.”
    “Good to know for…later.” Mitch’s gaze caught hers.
    She practically squirmed, fighting to keep her hips from
moving wantonly on their own. Breathing hard, she said, “Come in and have some
dinner. It’s almost ready.”
    As she led the way to the kitchen, she felt the men’s hot
gazes on her spine. She clenched her fingers into fists to keep them from
trembling with excitement. Pearce wouldn’t have brought Mitch home if he didn’t
have ulterior motives. How was she ever going to eat a single bite of dinner
with those ferocious and rugged firefighters staring at her? Hell, they sucked
the air out of the room and replaced it with testosterone.
    She walked straight to the oven and took out the pan of
lasagna with some oven mitts.
    “Wine?” she heard Pearce ask Mitch.
    “Beer?”
    “Sure.” Pearce rummaged through the refrigerator while Ellie
focused longer than necessary on pulling the aluminum foil from the top of the
steaming entrée. Her hands shook, her knees wobbled and her belly was gelatin.
    “Baby, how was your day today?” Pearce’s voice sounded
inches behind her.
    She twiddled with the foil, wrapping it carefully before
throwing it away. An inherent shyness crept through her. She hadn’t seen
another man naked in a long time, let alone had sex with one. It was impossible
not to be nervous around Mitch now, knowing he and her husband were having
relations and planned to include her.
    Or she hoped they did. Because whatever her reservations,
she was getting some action tonight. Oh yes, she was going to be pinned between
two massive chests and feeling all twelve ripples of their abs hemming her in.
    Her pussy pulsated and released a fresh flood of moisture.
Damn, she wished she’d had the foresight to put on something better than
loungewear. Like a miniskirt and no panties. Or a silky wrapper and nothing
beneath.
    She spun slowly to face the men and found their gazes on
her, hot with longing. Suddenly, she realized her yoga pants were no
barrier—they’d get them off her no matter what.
    Pearce pressed the wine goblet into her hands. His green and
gold-flecked gaze met hers, a knowing expression in them. “Have a drink, love.”
Then he leaned closer and whispered, “It will relax you.”
    Nodding, she brought the cool glass to her lips and
swallowed some of the delicious red wine. “We’ll just wait a few minutes before
we cut into that lasagna.”
    We’ll wait a few minutes before I strip out of these
clothes with wanton abandon and beg you to fuck me in all ways.
    Mitch took a seat on the barstool, fingers wrapped loosely
around his frosty beer and his gaze cool. She didn’t know the big Italian stud
well, but he didn’t appear to have a bit of unease about the situation.
    Pearce, on the other hand, revolved between her and Mitch,
orbiting like a moon. He shifted closer to Mitch and leaned casually against
the counter so they could gossip about the guys at the firehouse. One was
getting married soon and another scheduled for a vacation to Jamaica.
    Then Pearce drifted back toward Ellie and slid an arm around
her waist, trailing his fingers against her ribs in that way that maddened her,
asking again about her day.
    The last thing she wanted to discuss was the dull hospital.
She’d sat through endless meetings while distracted to no end by the thought of
what Pearce was doing today with Mitch.
    What had they done? When she’d kissed Pearce, she
smelled Mitch’s earthier cologne and musk on her husband. Leaning in, she drew
a deep breath in hopes of gaining another whiff.
    Pearce gave her waist a squeeze and she dropped her head to
his shoulder. When their mingled scents filled her nostrils, it was like a
wallop. Her knees threatened to buckle. She swayed.
    “Whoa. You okay, darlin’?”
    “Must be the wine hitting my head already.”
    Pearce’s gaze darkened. “I thought it always went to your
pussy.”
    A scorching blush crawled over her