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Jake’s cock began to pulse again inside Camille.
    Jake felt his face and body tightening in rejection…and arousal. Was it because Danny was touching them both with the rasp of the terrycloth? Or was it because Camille’s pussy was crunching around him again, milking him with moist little clasps.
    But his condom was full and he didn’t want to risk an accident. He kissed her shoulder. “You have to let me go to the bathroom, sweetheart.”
    She braced herself on one arm and lifted her chest from his. She pushed her hair off her face to glance down at him.
    She grimaced as she slowly lifted her hips and let him slide from inside her.
    Her nose wrinkled. “I hate that part,” she whispered.
    “Me too.”
    “Really? I thought all guys liked a quick exit once the deed was done.”
    “My cock likes hot, wet places whether it’s doing the deed or not.”
    “Are you and your cock of the same mind?”
    His lips twitched. “Most of the time.” He fisted her silky hair and dragged her down for quick hard kiss.
    When he released her, he sighed. “I need to lose the condom.”
    She smiled and climbed off him, rolling to lie down on her back.
    Jake jackknifed to sit on the edge of the bed and stood. He gave Danny a sour look, which his friend returned with a rakish grin.
    Apparently, Danny didn’t suffer any remorse for what had passed. Did that mean he’d enjoyed it? Or that he’d already forgotten because it meant so little to him?
    Jake’s cock pulsed and he cursed under his breath. He stomped toward the bathroom and closed the door on the couple snuggling together on the bed.
    Inside the bathroom, he rolled off the condom and tossed it into the trash. Then he fisted his hand around his cock. Danny’s hand had looked like that, had consumed as much of his shaft in his own tight grip.
    Jake opened his hand and let his head sink. Fuck. How could he go back out there? He should leave and put as much distance as he could between himself and both of them, but already his body was hardening, blood filling his sex, making him question his manhood and his sexuality because of the conflicting feelings filling him.
    Camille knew what Danny had done, but didn’t seem to care. Could this be something the three of them could explore without repercussions? Shouldn’t there be some ground rules?
    But maybe he was getting ahead of himself, worrying about nothing. She’d been pretty set on making this a one-night stand. He wondered if she still felt that way.
    Jake wasn’t ready to let go. Camille had attracted him from the very start. He’d never been the kind of guy very good at reading a woman—he wasn’t intuitive, didn’t have great instincts, had always bouldered his way through relationships only to be scratching his head when they ended, wondering what the hell he’d done wrong.
    But he’d been oddly clued in to Camille’s thoughts. Had followed his gut every step of the way, gauging her comfort with this excursion by the curve or press of her lips, the darkening of her gaze, the set of her stubborn chin.
    Jake stared at his reflection and knew he wasn’t willing to leave without trying to turn her inside out, make her crave his touch. If it took both men to hold her, so be it. If he enjoyed whatever happened between him and Danny, he’d make damn sure when this did end that Danny understood it had been all about the woman.
    Satisfied he could look himself in the mirror again, he opened the door.
    Danny’s long, lean body covered Camille’s head to toe. His mouth was busy sucking on her lips and chin and making her smile.
    Jake grinned at that smile, relieved she didn’t seem in any hurry to kick them to the door. “Got room in there for me?”
    “Depends,” Danny said, turning his questioning gaze toward Jake.
    Jake gave him a one-sided smile, and Danny heaved a sigh then rolled off Camille.
    “The lady and I have been talking,” he said, thrusting a forearm beneath his head.
    Jake rested his hands on