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smiled. “And will you be doing that when you’ve got
your cock up my ass?”
    Liam swatted him on one butt cheek. “Oh, I know your ass too
well, but yeah, I’ll be thinking about what it might be like to have her with
us.”
    If this was what Chas wanted, Liam was definitely on board,
and not just for Chas’ sake either. Greer might be another matter. She seemed
so innocent. The fact she was still here, though, knowing he and Chas were
lovers, had to be a good sign. Didn’t it?
    * * * * *
    Greer wasn’t sure what awakened her, wasn’t really even sure
how long she’d been asleep, but she did know she was no longer lying across
Chas and Liam. Greer stretched, smiling a little despite the faint throb in her
finger. Liam’s massage of her feet had been incredible. While he’d been
stroking from her soles to her ankles, Chas had smoothed her hair almost as
though he were unaware he even did so.
    Greer rolled over and sighed. There were undercurrents to
this new job, and she was far from certain where they were going to take her, but
for once since the accident that had killed Markus, she was willing to see.
Even if it scared the shit out of her.
    Right now, though, she was thirsty. She shuffled from her
bedroom into the darkened kitchen. Only the faint light over the stove provided
any illumination. Almost on autopilot, she retrieved a glass from the cabinet,
shoved it beneath the water spout on the fridge door then slowly drank.
    Her gaze wandered to the hallway. Light shone from the
family room and she wondered if Chas and Liam were still watching TV. Since her
finger throbbed, she decided she’d ask Chas if it was okay to take anything
else.
    She drew nearer the doorway and stopped. The sounds coming
from inside the room weren’t from the television, and they were as unmistakable
as could be. Greer swallowed as another masculine groan of pleasure floated out
into the hall. She should go. She really should turn around and go back to her
room. Right now. This was none of her business.
    She took a step forward, her bare feet moving soundlessly on
the polished wood.
    They would fire her. Being open about their relationship
probably didn’t include allowing her to play voyeur. She took another step
forward until she was even with the open doorway but concealed by the shadows.
    Oh Lord. They were both naked, their gorgeous, muscular
bodies wrapped around each other, their clothing scattered around the room as
if they’d thrown it off in a hurry to get at each other. An ache in her heart
made her suck in a breath. She’d had this once, but never with the intensity
she recognized between these two men. Chas’ golden hair lay in stark contrast
to Liam’s dark locks. Both men were bronzed by the sun—everywhere—making it
obvious what time they spent by the pool was most likely unclothed.
    Almost unaware she did so, Greer rubbed her shoulder. She
could never do that. Not any longer.
    She took another step forward, watching them kiss and
caress. So much more intimate now the barrier of their clothing was gone. They
were beautiful. She wanted to paint them.
    She wanted to touch them.
    Greer leaned on the edge of the doorway, still hidden by the
darkness in the hall and the angle from which she watched. Her hands fisted her
T-shirt as she fought the urge to touch herself.
    “Suck me, Liam,” Chas whispered.
    Liam lifted his face. “Again?”
    Chas chuckled. “You know I can never get enough of you.”
    Liam shifted, kneeling on the floor, turning Chas until he
could stroke his cock and balls. The ache in Greer’s heart zipped straight to
her pussy. If she touched herself, she knew she’d already be wet. One hand
spread on her thigh, she fought the urge to touch, afraid she would make a
noise, afraid they would notice. Afraid they would stop.
    She should go. This was private, between Liam and Chas. Not
her. Greer stepped back into the shadows, her eyes still glued as she took one
last look at the two of them. Liam