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wait.” 
    At the restaurant, they assisted her from the limo.  When they were ensconced in a private room with security personnel standing outside each exit, Fahad stared at her for a long moment in silence. 
    “You are the first woman who has ever made me dream.” 
    Nuri added, “The first who showed me there were dreams my mind had not considered.” 
    Leaning forward, crossing her arms on the table, she replied, “You’re the only men who have ever visited me while I slept.”
    Inhaling sharply, Fahad ground out, “If only I had the power.” 
    Smiling, Marci took her time examining their faces, learning features that were beautiful taken separately or together.  Gone were the gangly teenagers she’d once known.  In their place were men who were powerful, accomplished, and fully grown into their bodies and minds. 
    Men who matched the woman she was, the existence she’d been born to, and still found her desirable.
    Lifting one shoulder, she told him, “You do.” 
    Since leaving Dubai half her lifetime before, she’d never spent so much time in conversation with the opposite sex.  No men had made her laugh so much, made her comfortable enough to be herself, or engaged her sexuality as firmly as her mind. 
    She’d also never spent so much time in the back of a limousine.  After dinner, their driver spent an hour circling the island, part of a much larger convoy of vehicles containing security staff. 
    The moment they pulled from the curb, the cousins turned their attention to her pleasure.  “Relax and let us touch you, Marci.” 
    “But you…”
    “No.  Close your eyes.” 
    “I can’t always tell your voices apart.” 
    “That does not matter, love.  Close them and just feel.” 
    She did and rested her head against the leather.  Their hands stroked through her hair and then traced the lines of her body on either side.  Gently, they removed her jacket and her shoes but left the rest of her clothes in place. 
    It didn’t stop them from exploring every inch of her.  Within moments, she was panting with need.  After half of hour, they pressed their hands between her thighs and she came, arching from the seat with a hard gasp. 
    After providing the first orgasm she’d ever experienced fully clothed, Marci reclined limply between them.  Strong hands moved on her, from neck to knees, and she murmured, “Come home with me.”
    “You have back to back meetings tomorrow, Marci.”
    “I don’t care …”  She was not above begging as her eyes opened to stare at them. 
    “Beautiful darling, it is already midnight.  You will rise before the sun as is your custom.”  Nuri rested his forehead against her temple.  “You need rest.” 
    “We cannot…”  Fahad carefully controlled his voice.  “It would be selfish to rob you of the little sleep you manage to get.  Also, when we have the privilege of holding your naked body between us, we will require time to appreciate you as you deserve.” 
    “There will be no quickie for our first time together, Marci.  We can wait.” 
    Taking a deep breath, she nodded before she kissed first one and then the other with every emotion that was struggling to get out.  The feel of their hands holding her so tight gave her the strength not to beg. 
    If they could wait, she would be strong. 
    Eventually, they stopped in front of her building and escorted her into the lobby as her security team went up to check her apartment.  The night concierge politely ignored the threesome as they said goodnight a final time. 
    “Until tomorrow, Marci,” Nuri whispered.
    “Dream only good things,” Fahad added. 
    They turned and she grabbed their hands.  “One more.  Please.”  Smiling, they traded her mouth between them and hugged her almost painfully hard.  “Thank you.” 
    Nodding against the sides of her head, they planted a final kiss along her neck before they lifted her hands and kissed the back.  As one, they bowed and