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she was a nervous wreck. His heart went out to her.
    What in the hell is Dane up to?
    “I’m so sorry, Genevieve. I’m an ass, you just took me by surprise. But that doesn’t excuse
    what I did. Errr. Well, didn’t do. I’m sorry.” He stepped toward her and was about to touch her
    shoulder, thought twice and lowered his hand. Her green eyes took every inch of his body in.
    It was his turn to feel nervous and he could feel the heat creeping up his neck and to his face.
    He looked up questioningly at his brother, who grinned and shrugged. That didn’t help him.
    At his brother’s urging, Genevieve turned in his arms so she was facing him full on, allowing
    his eyes to feast on every inch of her body. His brother wrapped his arms around her waist and
    nuzzled the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.
    “It’ll be okay. Only what you want to do,” Dane whispered to her just loud enough for
    Graham to hear.
    If things were awkward before, they were twice as awkward now. Graham cleared his throat
    and made an attempt to brush past them, to escape to his room, but a dainty hand shot out,
    grasping his forearm, keeping him from leaving.
    He looked down at her hand, his eyes beginning at her perfectly manicured fingernails and
    travelling up until his eyes met hers. She chewed at her lower lip, forcing his eyes to look
    longingly at her lush lips.
    “You d-don’t have to g-go, Graham.” Despite her stumbling over her words, when he looked
    up to meet her stare her eyes were filled with desire. It suddenly became clear what the odd look in his brother’s eyes meant and it left him floored.
    He eyed Genevieve once more. By the way her body trembled ever so slightly he could tell
    this was a completely foreign thing for her, so she wasn’t a “working girl,” or experienced in
    what was being suggested – although he wouldn’t put it past Dane. There’d been a few women
    over the years that Graham had serious concerns about, Dane denied it, but even now Graham
    wasn’t 100% convinced.

Chapter 6
    ~ Genevieve ~
    Genevieve’s hand trembled as she reached out for Graham. What Dane had suggested to her
    was insane, it wasn’t what “good girls” did, but on the other hand, look what being a good girl
    got her. She’d wasted eight years on a man. She hadn’t even realized until the previous night that the sex had been bad.
    So what had being a good girl gotten her? Sweet shit all aside from humiliation and
    heartbreak – that’s what.
    A part of her screamed that what he’d suggested was so wrong on so many levels and she
    was still angry and embarrassed about what she’d done with his brother. But on the other hand,
    being near two powerful, gorgeous men was intoxicating. Both were looking at her as if they
    were hunters and she was the prey they planned on consuming. And God help her, she wanted to
    be devoured, she wanted to be thrown into a state of pleasure so intense that she forgot
    everything except how incredible her body felt.
    Was that so wrong? She was in Vegas. No one would know and once it was over she’d go on
    her way. No regrets. No looking back. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. If there was any
    time in her life to be wild and give in to her primal urges, this was that moment.
    “Mistakes happen.” She left the comfort and security of Dane’s arms to close the distance
    between her and Graham. She reached up and traced his scar with her index finger, wondering
    how he came about getting it. His body, which had been as stiff as a board, began to slowly
    relax. His arms slipped around her waist, resting on her lower back, but he didn’t take the liberty of pulling her tight.
    “It’s okay. I want this.” She pressed herself tight against him and ghosted her lips across his.
    He groaned low and deep in the back of his throat as he let go of his restraint and pulled tight, until his growing erection was jabbing into her naked stomach, through the flannel of