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  They’d all three slept when it was over, all three of them sated.

  When the third man came—Tim—there wasn’t even an attempt at pretense. He chided his friends—“Hey, what have we got here? You two been having fun without me? You should have given me a heads-up.”

  He didn’t sneak up on Kai, kissing her awake, turning her on before she even knew he was there. He just stood there, tore off his clothes, covered his very erect cock with a condom, and came down on top of her.

  He fucked her, and after a few minutes of it, Ryan was at her side, asking her to open her mouth, and Kai learned about double penetration. Then Vin, who’d taken her hand to stroke it up and down his cock, instructed Tim to roll her to her side, and she learned what triple penetration was.

  The three men obviously loved it. The excitement and orgasm of one seemed to stimulate the others, and they rotated through what felt like endless rounds of single, double, and triple fucking. In the end, she was tied, and they all three came at once, spurting down her throat, into her condom-protected pussy, and up her ass.

  Kai loved it, too. She might have said no a dozen times from when she’d first stood outside the door with Ryan, but she hadn’t. She’d adored that sweet, gentle lovemaking with him, but she’d been staggered by the wild triple-fucking.

  She’d never done anything like that before, and she’d never experienced anything close to it since.

  But the real game changer, the thing that had forever altered her life, had happened the next morning.

  She saw the men walking toward her now—Vincent Rossi, Ryan Flaherty, and Timothy Randal III. The reason she was standing there in heels and business dressed-to-kill wasn’t about any one of them or even all three of them.

  It all had to do with Timothy Randall II.

  * * * *

  Vin wished he could put Ryan on a leash. But he couldn’t, and so, when Ry got a look at, well, the looker in another hot “business” suit and heels, he trotted up to her like the little puppy he sometimes could be. He took Kai Morrison’s hand, told her she looked beautiful, and kissed her cheek. He was slow to let go of the hand, even as Vin and Tim joined the happy couple.

  Vin hadn’t quite stifled the frown at Ryan before he nodded to the CEO. “Ms. Morrison.”

  “Kai, don’t you think?” she asked. “Hello, Vincent. Tim.”

  Tim was kind of the opposite of a puppy. Maybe more like an especially feral, especially alpha wolf. “You didn’t need to join us, Kai.” He said the name with rude emphasis. “We usually take a look at a job site on our own.”

  She smiled, not looking the least quelled. “What fun would that be?” She let just a moment pass, during which Tim’s and Ryan’s imaginations might have gotten started taking them just exactly where Vin’s was taking him. “I love coming here and letting my—” Vin just knew she was going to use that word “—imagination run wild.”

  Yeah. He didn’t think that word meant what she thought it meant. Or at least, not the same as it meant to him and his buddies, if he presumed correctly about them. Which he was very sure he did.

  That seemed to have stopped the conversation, and it took Vin a moment to get back on track. “All right then, let’s have a look.”

  With another seemingly innocent smile, she handed over a key to the building. “You can keep that,” she told him. She went on with a glance to Tim. “I expect you’ll want to look at it again, and you won’t always want me…here.”

  There was another of those damn micro-pauses that wreaked havoc with his concentration. He took the key and pretended he didn’t feel the little electric jolt as their fingers touched. He nodded, opened the door, and motioned her in ahead of them.

  The space was perfect for her, with good bones and more than double the square footage she had at her current site. She looked around like she was good and satisfied, and Tim and Ryan started taking measurements and notes. The place was kind of a mess—there’d been a restaurant on the first floor that hadn’t made a go of it—and Vin took Kai’s elbow as they picked their way through it. They’d wandered up to the third floor, and Vin was aware this was probably the last time he’d be in the building for a while. Despite his profession, he didn’t exactly like heights, and, later, when they’d gutted the building down to its bare bones, he’d keep shy of it. Tim and Ry would be scampering around on exposed beams and girders, and Vin wouldn’t even want to think about it.

  It was one of those things Ry thought he could be rationally talked out of. “What’s the big deal?” he’d asked numerous times. “You can walk a straight line on a sidewalk and not fall over.”

  Yeah. A sidewalk didn’t have a thirty-foot drop on either side.

  The kid didn’t get it, and Vin had determined it was a conversation just better to avoid. He was distracted from the antsy thought of it now, as Kai peered over his arm to look at the floor plans he’d printed out. She smelled damn good. Clumsily, unusual for him, Tim bumped into her. Vin held her again as she steadied herself, and Tim patted her shoulder where her purse strap was slung.

  “Sorry, ba—Kai,” he said.

  She lifted an elegant brow and turned her attention back to the plans.

  They finished looking over the site and, when they were done, Ryan flagged down a cab for the lady. Her smooth glide into the back seat through the door Ryan held for her hitched a little when Tim spoke.

  “Next time you come back here,” he said, “you’ll need protection.”

  Her brow shot up in question.

  Tim gave a little, pretend-innocent shrug. “Hardhat, I mean.”

  Vin caught her face as the taxi drove her off, and he was almost certain she was stifling a laugh. Fucking woman.

  Ryan was grinning like a loon as he drove the three guys back to ReBuild. They went straight to Vin’s office, where they often finished a Friday, and also, as usual, cracked a beer each. Tim parked his pricy boots on the corner of Vin’s desk. Nothing out of the ordinary about that, either.

  “I want to see her again,” he said, and Vin knew what he meant. He wasn’t talking about the job.

  “I tried to get her number,” Ryan said with a bit of glum. “Her staff protects her pretty well.”

  Vin knew, because he’d tried, too.

  “I don’t need her number,” Tim said. He pulled something out of his pocket and held it up like a trophy. “I’ve got her phone.”

  * * * *

  Kai took a sip of a nice Riesling, put her feet up on her favorite ottoman, and smiled. She wasn’t upset that she’d been outsmarted. She’d wanted to make it hard for the three men to catch her in her personal life—she’d been informed all three of them had tried to wheedle her private phone number or address out of her staff—but not impossible. It hadn’t come as a surprise that Tim had been the one to make it happen—she’d checked her purse as soon as the cab had taken her out of sight of the men, fully anticipating that her phone was gone. There’d been nothing accidental about the way Tim had bumped into her at the job site.

  She’d kind of enjoy toying with them a bit longer, but, hell, she needed her phone. Plus, she had other needs, too, and seeing those three hot men had stirred them up. She’d only be hurting herself if she delayed.

  Kai liked sex. She liked sweet lovemaking, the sort she still remembered having with Ryan. She liked rowdy party sex, too, and just about everything in between.

  It was kind of a theme of hers, of Tone’s. That women should get what they wanted, take what they wanted, whether it was in the boardroom or the bedroom.

  Tone’s charter, as she’d conceived it ten years ago, was to help women do just that. Yes, it was about the physical form—toning it with individually-matched personal trainers, soothing and indulging it with spa services, dressing and styling it with expert personal shoppers and image-makers.

  But it was also about the deeper sense of self. The qualities that went beyond the external to help women compete and flourish in all aspects of their lives—work and personal.
Tone engaged yoga, tai chi, and meditation instructors. Kai had borrowed from the debutante pool for etiquette and refinement coaching. She studied successful, powerful women in many fields, interviewed them, and, sometimes, engaged them.

  She’d learned that sex was just another of the arenas in which women’s roles had been limited by…men, essentially. Those who were in power, those who set moral and behavioral standards, those who were, generally…men.

  A powerful man was free to indulge himself in sex as he wanted.

  Kai was determined that a powerful woman—or any woman, really—ought to have the same right.

  So, among the offerings at Tone were programs that helped women learn about their sexual selves, themed around the concept that nothing about healthy desire was shameful.

  Tone talked a very good talk, but Kai’s life was extremely busy with her work, and her walk left something to be desired—most nights, anyway. She was chastised for this regularly by her business partner, Patricia. The two women had bonded ten years earlier, when Patricia left her work as a corporate AA to join with Kai in building Tone. Patricia had plenty of experience in seeing the relationship between sex and power, and she was the one who’d really pushed Tone’s sexual agenda.

  And pushed Kai, with generally less success, to make room in her life for men.

  Maybe this night, even Patricia would be impressed.

  When she’d finished half her glass of wine, Kai picked up the Tone business cell phone that Mattie had fished out of her desk and dialed her own number.

  It rang just once and then went silent. And stayed silent.

  “Randall?” She tried for an arch tone and thought she’d gotten there.

  “That’s Randall the Third to you, babe.”

  “Ah,” she said, warmed already by his voice. She could hear the wry smile in it. “My phone appears to be…in your hands, Randall the Third.”

  “Yeah, I’m not sure how that happened, but…lucky me.”

  “I need it back, Tim.”

  “I expect we can come to terms.”

  “Which include…”

  “I give you personal delivery service, and you…”

  “I?”

  “You open your door wearing nothing but your undies. I’d be okay with heels, too. The spiky kind.”

  Kai smiled. The man was pretty good at foreplay. “I…guess I can meet those terms. It is a little warm in here. I’ve unbuttoned my blouse already.”

  She heard him breathe the word “bitch.” Then he left a little pause, and Kai knew they weren’t done.

  “Ry pretty much drives me wherever I go,” he said. “And Vin usually wants to come along. He likes that we let him pretend he’s the boss.”

  “So—I’ll expect a small crowd.”

  “Nothing small about us, babe. As you already know.”

  * * * *

  Kai’s place was almost to East Harlem, a neighborhood that a decade back wouldn’t have been a good fit for a single woman. It was a studio in a seven-floor condo, decent, and totally saved by a balcony that was lush with potted greenery. Low high-end real estate, something less than he’d expect of a decent-sized company’s CEO.

  That was data processed in a split second by Tim’s professional brain, which shrank to zero functioning as every bit of the rest of his brain took in the vision who opened the door.

  And his dick, too, took a good look.

  He could feel the same sort of eager surge in his buddies at either shoulder.

  “I’m a little disappointed,” Tim said. “I wanted to see what you wore under your dress in Montauk again.”

  The beauty had her hair down over one shoulder, taunting him to take a good hold. Her lips were pink this time. So were her heels. “You don’t like these?” she asked.

  Tall, toned, and curvy, she was tucked into a demi bra and boy shorts, black with white polka dots and pink ruffles.

  “That’s not what I said. I’ve just…had a lot of fantasies about ripping that white, silky shit you wore off your body. I can adapt, though.”

  “Good to know.” She passed her gaze over Ry and Vin before she came back to him. “You want to come in, or are you just dropping off my phone?”

  “We’re coming in,” Tim assured her. “But first, we’re watching you walk over to that table.”

  She lifted a brow the way she liked to do but followed directions.

  There was nothing special about the table, except that it was a good few paces away. And there was something very special about a high, firm ass, long legs, and heels on a woman who knew how to walk.

  She touched the smooth wood of the round table with a couple fingers and looked back over her shoulder. “Do you want me to bend over it?”

  He liked the way she thought. “Not. Yet.”

  Because he wanted that mouth.

  Tim stepped in and heard one of his buddies shut and lock the door. With his eyes on her, he walked close, losing his jacket along the way. He put a boot on the table, right next to her hip, and untied it. When he switched the other boot up, she did the honors—by touch, because her gaze was firm on his. He emptied his pockets of the condoms—a lot of them—he’d cadged from Ryan’s glove box. Facing her, standing close, he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled out of it. Then he toed off his boots and dropped his jeans and shorts at the same time.

  He worked at keeping fit, and she seemed to appreciate his efforts as she ran her gaze down and back up. Her eyes might have lingered at his cock, which was large and upright between them. When her gaze made it back to his, he reached his big hand around to get a good grip on her ass and pulled her in.

  Going for those lips, he worked her mouth. With his free hand, he tugged a bra strap off her shoulder, bared her breast, and pinched his fingers down on her nipple.

  Ten years ago, despite ending up in a wild triple-fucking, she’d been shy.

  She sure as fuck had gotten over that.

  She opened her mouth to him, welcomed his tongue, and didn’t hold back from using teeth. And he wasn’t the only one who had hold of someone’s ass.

  He happened to recall she wasn’t shy about where her middle finger went, either, and he hoped she had some lube over there in that bedside table. Ry’s glove box hadn’t run to that.

  Still, Tim figured they could manage a little experimentation as they were. He turned her to face Vin and Ryan, who’d both hung back at the door. From behind, he unfastened her bra and took it off her, then skimmed her panties down her legs. While she stood in glorious nudity, two hot gazes enjoying the show, he slid his hand from the cheek of her ass to the center, bent his middle finger, foraged around with it a bit at her anus, then shoved it up her ass.

  She moaned a little at the reaming and some more with the penetration. Then, while she was still tight and without lube, he pushed a second finger in.

  He loved that edgy, skittish whimper of a woman getting ass-fucked, and Kai’s was especially sweet. She took it all, though, standing there, making eye contact with Ryan and Vin, letting him bugger her with his fingers.

  Right when he was about to ask his buddies if they were just going to stand there, Ryan moved. He had yoga tree-pose skill, so he just lifted one foot up at a time to unlace his boots, pulled them off, and shed his tee as he walked toward them.

  He stood close, not quite touching the woman. “Hi, Kai,” he said.

  “Ryan,” she said. There was a little anxious moan in her voice, and Tim thought she was about to throw her arms around Ryan and cling, but his next words stopped her.

  Those, and the two bent fingers he held out. “I just wanted to know if Tim has you wet.”

  Apparently, it was data he meant to collect himself, rather than a question he was asking. Because his two big fingers went up her pussy like they were on a mission—one Tim could feel with the fingers he had occupying her ass.

  She did almost collapse then. “Ryan.”

  It was a helpless, whimpered plea, but Ry didn’t show a lot of sympathy. “
Yeah,” he said, working his fingers inside her. “Good and wet. We can make you come, can’t we? With just our fingers and maybe my thumb right…here.”

  “Oh.”

  Tim had a good guess about what that thumb was doing. He didn’t want to gainsay his buddy, but he had a free hand, and she had the nipples, so he took hold of one and worked it good. He loved playing with tits, and, it appeared, she loved it right back.

  She shuddered then, all pleasure, need, and vulnerability, but she kept her legs under her. She’d steadied herself with a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, but Vin was there now, too. He’d stripped down to nothing and had made a detour by the bed. He tossed something onto the table at Tim’s back, probably the lube Tim had been hoping for.

  Vin grabbed hold of Kai’s other nipple. Just before he took her mouth, he gave her an instruction. “Put your hand on my cock.”

  Then he was all up in there, tongue-fucking her mouth and working her tit. She was moaning steadily now, rocking between those fingers that penetrated her. “Oh, God,” she said. She said it a couple times and then she cried it. She was clutching at Ryan pretty good and, by the way Vin growled, Tim guessed she had a stiff hold on him, too.

  She quickened fast as Ryan and Tim worked into her. She got a little spastic, shuddering and wobbly, so they all closed in on her. Held there by three hard bodies, she let go.

  She hadn’t come when she’d tied him to the bed in Montauk, and he didn’t remember anything like this from that night on the yacht ten years ago. The woman fucking rocked an orgasm. She moaned anxiously as it built and wailed when they took her over. She flexed and bucked even as they contained her with their muscled cage. Barely, she missed knocking Tim’s chin as she tossed her head back. She landed it on his shoulder but still rolled it side to side.

  About every third breath, she hollered “More!” at them, apparently determined to make sure they didn’t give up on her too soon. Her come was, in fact, remarkably prolonged—kind of a record breaker in Tim’s experience.