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his hips. “Hell, I was only gone a few minutes.”
    “Camille thinks this thing we’re doing is a one-nighter at most. But she’s willing to let us stay until dawn.”
    Jake read the sly warning in Danny’s gaze and nodded his head. “Morning it is.”
    Camille swallowed and offered Jake a smile. “It’s not that I’m not loving every minute of this.”
    “Yeah,” he muttered. “But we’re too young.”
    “And you’re…two. I really don’t want to be a cougar to a couple of cubs.”
    “Again, she thinks we’re wet behind the ears.” Danny shook his head and his smile stretched.
    Jake recognized the challenge being laid down. And was surprised Danny was so ready to accept. He’d never known Danny to work hard at holding on to a woman.
    Did he feel the same intense attraction to Camille?
    Jake strolled toward the bed and sat on the edge, letting his gaze sweep over Camille’s body. Her reddened nipples were still tight, the skin of her belly pink from abrasion and heat. Her body wasn’t the most perfectly shaped he’d ever seen, but her round breasts and hips appealed, made him think of things he hadn’t any right to think—about kids and family and white-picket fences.
    But he didn’t really know her, did he? Didn’t know if deep down she wanted the same things as he did. He’d been fooled a time or two by women all too eager to fuck a fireman with no intentions of sticking around.
    Her hand moved restlessly over her stomach. He’d been staring too long.
    Jake cupped the breast nearest him, marveling at how pale and creamy her skin looked next to his tanned and rugged hand. Her gaze had dropped and watched as he strummed her nipple. “How many hours to go?” he said quietly.
    “Six or so,” Danny said, his own gaze watching Jake’s hand as he massaged the soft breast.
    Camille’s hand cupped the back of Jake’s. “This doesn’t have to be all about me, you know. There are some things I’d like to do.”
    Jake lifted a brow, curious where her mind was heading. “Oh yeah?”
    She moistened her lips and both he and Danny breathed deep.
    “Yeah, I’d like me some of that,” Danny muttered.
    Camille sat up and scooted off the bed, her hand clenching a pillow. Then she knelt in the middle of the beige carpet, her knees in the goose down, and tossed back her head. Both men scrambled off the bed, following the finger she crooked.
    Jake swallowed and moved in close, standing a little to the side in front of her. Danny flanked him and both their cocks were level with her face.
    Her sultry gaze ate them up, and then she lifted one hand and trailed her fingers down Danny’s cock then along Jake’s rising shaft.
    She cupped her hand and gently lifted Danny’s balls, her fingers closing around him. She glanced up. “How tight?”
    “More,” he ground out.
    Her fingers gripped his balls, and tugged, the fingers clenching and releasing in a massage that had Danny quickly rocking on his heels.
    “Enough?” she said, her voice a sultry purr.
    “More,” he bit out again. When she tightened again, a quick, deep breath lifted his chest.
    She cupped her other hand and brought it between Jake’s legs. Soft, warm fingers closed around him, squeezing.
    Air hissed between his teeth.
    Her hand let him go. “Sorry.”
    He reached down and grabbed her hand then forced her fingers around his balls again, tightening around them until she squeezed him with just the right amount of pressure.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said, biting her lower lip.
    “You didn’t. I’m just…a little excited. The slightest touch and I’m afraid I’ll blow.”
    “And that’s a bad thing?”
    Jake gave her a quick, pained smile. “I’ve been dying to see those lips of yours wrapped around my cock. No way I want to spoil it by a little premature ejaculation.”
    “Is that what you think I’m going to do? Blow you?”
    “A guy has to hope.”
    Camille leaned closer, rubbing her face along his