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everyone’s part, it could get very physical. She’d heard about how much it could become like a workout when dealing with these men, and she had got a taste of it last night. Today was surely going to be quite a bit more strenuous.
    Joe grasped her waist as she stood at the kitchen counter, slicing tomatoes. “I asked you if there was anything between you and Rodgers, but I never asked you if you had a thing with anyone else involved with the firm or bonding camp,” Joe said softly.
    Rachel shook her head. “I like every one of the people I work with, if that’s what you’re asking.” She glanced over her shoulder at him.
    He ran his fingers over her ribs. “You know I want to be your main man, don’t you?”
    Rachel wiggled, his fingers tickling. “Stop it. Don’t you start that again.” She pulled away from him and moved to the microwave. Placing strips of bacon on her microwave bacon dish, she laughed. “Joe, seriously, I am taken by you. I was from the first time you touched me. So, yes, you are my main man here.”
    “Good. Glad we got that settled.” He popped a slice of tomato in his mouth. “Mmm.”
    Sliding the loaded dish into the microwave, she shut the door, set the timer, and turned it on. “Now let me ask you something,” she said, washing her hands before moving on to the lettuce and toast. “If you are determined to be the person I focus my attentions on, are you going to be able to handle the intimate sharing that’s involved here?” She ripped the lettuce, the sound crisp and crunchy.
    “I thought I told you. I like this sharing, this bonding. It feels natural to me.”
    Rachel stopped, her hands still for a moment. “Yes, you did tell me that. But how do you feel about me liking it?”
    Joe moved closer. He cupped her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes. “I want to see you come to full flower in your sensuality right before my eyes.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Lunch finished and everything cleaned up and put away, Rachel hurried to grab a quick shower.
    The three men were drinking coffee and talking quietly in the living room when she passed through to go to her room. She didn’t fail to notice how their eyes followed her as she walked by. It was all she could manage to hide her smile.
    Once she was in the shower, she quickly lathered her body with strawberry shower gel. Thinking about the three men in the living room—especially Joe—running their hot hands over her body while she was immobile, tied up in some way…
    Rachel fought for control to keep from touching herself. The vision of all three men taking her at the same time caused lava to flow in her veins and her pussy muscles to flutter.
    “Stop it,” she scolded herself then ducked her head under the spray of water. She didn’t want to bring herself to completion. She wanted six hands, three stiff cocks, and three wet tongues to do that for her.
    Shutting the water off, she toweled herself dry then worked a comb through her hair. Instead of letting it air-dry over her shoulders or blow-drying it, Rachel decided to leave it wet and pull it back into a ponytail. Wrapping the elastic band around her mane, she pulled it tight, centering it high on the crown of her head. With a wry smile, she remembered how Joe had liked grasping her hair and holding her in place after their shower together last night. Having her hair pulled back this way might give him an idea that she would thoroughly enjoy.
    Not bothering with any sort of clothes, Rachel pulled her silk floral robe from the closet and slipped it on over her nakedness. It billowed around her swirling around her ankles as she walked toward the door while tying the sash at her waist. She slipped on a pair of flip-flops then walked into the hall and headed for the front door.
    As she crossed the compound toward the building that housed the bonding room, the smooth silk of her robe caressed her skin. The sensation was delicious. Rachel felt decadent and seductive. For the