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couldn’t help a little blip of her heart. He didn’t expect that, did he? “So you pleasure women, too?”
    Robyn’s lips trembled, then she chuckled. “You’d be surprised at the number of men who like to see their wives find the ultimate pleasure from a woman’s caress and a woman’s lips.”
    Oh my Lord. Seth shot her a shit-eating grin. There was no other term for it.
    “Well, that wasn’t exactly what Seth and I were looking for.” She emphasized by pinching his arm lightly.
    “I’m glad.” Robyn leaned forward to pat Courtney’s hand. “I do prefer men.”
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    SETH DIDN’T KNOW WHETHER TO LAUGH OR STOP THE CAR AND run away screaming. His cock had taken on a life of its own picturing the . . . topic of conversation, as it were. Robyn was gorgeous, intelligent, and soft-spoken. She concentrated on Courtney, not him. The discussion wasn’t foreplay; it was designed to put Courtney at ease. Somehow, instead of making it all about him and his needs, Robyn turned it into Courtney’s party. That was exactly what he wanted. He’d barely had a free minute in the last two weeks, which had irked Courtney to no end. He’d sworn to himself this weekend would be all about her, about what she needed. It wasn’t just him fucking some other woman. This was about him and Courtney. Robyn was a mechanism to bring them closer together. As long as it didn’t blow up in his face.
    “So tell me your favorite position, Seth.” Robyn added a little hmm. Holy hell. He’d been ruminating too much and missed that somehow the two women had finally decided to include him.
    “Don’t say missionary,” Robyn warned, laughter lacing the stern tone.
    “I like missionary,” Courtney said, a pout on her lips.
    “Fibber,” he scolded. “You like being on top.” He tipped his head to catch Robyn in the mirror. “She loves to be in control.”
    “I do not. It’s merely that when I’m on top, I can—” Courtney stopped. Laughed. Then covered her mouth.
    “Come on, Courtney,” Robyn chided, “tell us what you like doing when you’re on top.”
    “I can’t say it aloud.” She pretended to be the prude, which she was definitely not. Then again, this was a situation unlike any she’d ever encountered.
    Seth smirked. “I’ll tell you what she likes to do.”
    Courtney shot over the console and put her hand over his lips. “You keep that to yourself.”
    In the backseat, Robyn laughed at their antics. “I bet you love to masturbate. Rub your clit. Frig yourself.”
    The words said aloud in that soft, genteel voice strummed his cock. He pulled Courtney’s hand away and shoved her palm down on his cock. Christ, he was 40
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    hard. He could do Courtney in the backseat on the side of the highway, he was that turned on. He scented her as if she were a bitch in heat, the sweet, musky aroma of arousal he was so damn familiar with. He could taste her pussy on his tongue. Courtney had the sweetest pussy. He loved going down on her. The fact that they had an audience gave him a high he’d never experienced.
    “Have you ever done a more exotic position? How about all fours, reverse cowgirl, standing up, or South Slav?”
    “What’s South Slav?” Courtney concentrated on Robyn, yet all the while rubbing Seth’s cock with the bump and sway of the car along the freeway, a subtle pressure that drove him nuts.
    “South Slav is when your man lays you on your back in bed, pulls you to the edge. He lifts your legs up straight and crosses your ankles before sliding his cock slowly, deeply inside you. As he moves, he kisses your feet. It’s very erotic.”
    Robyn waited expectantly, brows raised.
    A throb started in his cock, spreading out.
    Courtney harrumphed. “I’m not that limber.”
    “Hah.” He adjusted the mirror slightly so Robyn would realize he spoke to her. “She walks four miles a day over the hills around our house. She’s limber enough for anything.”
    Courtney