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hand beneath the waistband of his well-worn jeans to cup his hard-on, a ragged groan testament to his approval. “I wish I could suck your nipples right now.”
    “I wish I could suck your cock right now.” James moaned from beside his lover.
    “Don’t worry, you’re going to have all you can handle when we make it home.” His gentle caress on James’s knee belied the strong statement.
    The interplay between the men set Morgan on edge before they’d really started to explore. They had to be most of the way to her nearby apartment by now, didn’t they? Shit, yes, they slowed for the four way stop a couple miles from the shop. What would happen when they reached it?
    She had to come before the guys scattered for the night. Had to steal one taste of the forbidden if that were all she had the opportunity to try.
    “Go ahead, cupcake,” Joe whispered near her temple. “Ask for what you want. We’ll grant you anything you need.”
    “I need to come. Please, Dave. Joe.” Her head rocked on her lover’s chest as his breath sawed in and out. “Make me come.”
    Dave ripped open her fly then shoved her pants to her knees. With little finesse, he sank his fingers inside her as far as he could reach. Exactly as she needed. Joe scooted to the front edge of their seat then focused on her chest. He pinched her nipples, squeezing them with rhythmic pulls that matched the tempo Dave set in her pussy.
    A strangled moan from Neil’s direction pushed her closer to the razor’s edge of desire. How must she look?
    Wanton.
    Hedonistic.
    Truly alive.
    She closed her eyes and surrendered to the physical sensations the men inspired but none of them had the impact of the emotional mind-fuck their infatuation delivered. Thinking of the four sets of eyes on her shoved her to the brink.

     
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    The lap of Dave’s tongue on her engorged clit sent her flying.
    Morgan’s scream of fulfillment cut short when Joe covered her parted lips, showing her with his wild kiss how much she’d affected him. She reached her hands out to either side, seeking blindly in her rapture, and latched onto the bulge in his pants. He thrust hard against her palm then stiffened.
    “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Coming.”
    Dave didn’t speak but his short series of grunts made it clear he’d achieved his own satisfaction.
    Every carnal sound sent another wave of pleasure zooming through her body until she would have begged for mercy or swore her heart would explode in the next second.
    After what could have been seconds or minutes, she began to return to reality.
    “Get your mouth on me. Quick.” Neil’s command cut through her desire. She watched as he buried his fingers in James’s sandy hair and tugged his boyfriend’s mouth over the cock jutting from the open fly of his jeans.
    Morgan hadn’t realized they had parked at the foot of the wooden stairs leading up to the apartment above her bakery. How long had they been outside?
    James’s lips stretched to accommodate the proud length of his lover’s cock. Thinner than Joe’s hard-on, it had him in length by an inch or so. Impressive—and so fucking hot—James could take the whole thing down his throat. The instant his lips ringed the base of Neil’s shaft, Neil fisted his hands at his side and groaned.
    Morgan watched his balls tighten beneath his lover’s chin. James’s throat worked to swallow all of Neil’s come but an opaque bead escaped the corner of his mouth and trickled onto the other man’s trimmed pubic hair.
    An echo of her orgasm contracted her pussy in an aftershock that squeezed more arousal from her slit.
    Dave responded by licking it from her in a never-ending spiral of lust and fulfillment. Part of something so intimate—by sharing that kind of elemental energy with these men—she felt larger than one person, more than one super-lucky woman who’d stumbled into a sexual exchange of colossal proportions.
    Morgan felt connected.
    She felt grounded.
    Happy, for the first