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until she started speaking that he realized what she was doing.
    “Hello. My name is Beth Norris and I am the assistant manager at Mavericks, club for adults. This message is proof that I willingly and with great enthusiasm, had sex with my boss Josh Scott and my coworker Oliver Stephenson.” She pressed the cell into Oliver’s hand. “Your turn.”
    Oliver quickly glanced from Beth to the phone and back, before smiling. “This is Oliver Stephenson. Ditto. Today is April eighteenth.”
    The press of the end button filled the silent space of the condo. Josh couldn’t register anything else. Hell, he couldn’t think beyond her words.
    Willingly and with great enthusiasm.
    Damn.
    This hadn’t been the plan.
    “You two have no idea what you’re asking for.” His erection tented the front of his pants and he ached in a way he hadn’t in years.
    They were offering themselves up on a silver-fucking-platter, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. While lots of people wanted him, he couldn’t think of too many who wanted him. Josh the person—not Josh the enigmatic leather-clad owner of Mavericks who could make your dreams come true with the snap of his fingers.
    He knew Beth and Oliver didn’t see him like that. There’d been too many late nights laughing, too many lazy afternoons in the office teasing each other while they scarfed down lunch. With them he could relax and be himself without needing to put on a show.
    It was the most comfortable he’d been with anyone outside of Paul and Sadie.
    Oliver closed the space between them, stopping a few inches away. Josh’s mouth watered as Oliver’s gaze dipped from his eyes down to his lips. It would take nothing to surge forward and simply take. Josh didn’t move. He couldn’t, not wanting the moment to be lost by a misstep.
    “I think we know exactly what we want.” The words were a whisper. The musky scent of Oliver’s sandalwood cologne hit him. “But we’re not going to force this on you either.”
    “I should be the one saying that to you.” Josh cocked an eyebrow. He didn’t think Oliver had been with a man before, but he was clearly interested.
    Josh should have held back. If he’d been rational he would have kicked them both out, sent them home to rest after their hellishly long day. Even though they both clearly consented, a part of him still insisted he was taking advantage. They wanted each other.
    No, you stupid ass. They want you.
    He pushed his hand into Oliver’s hair, amazed at the softness of the short strands. They held each other’s gaze until it was near-painful. At the last second Josh closed his eyes as his lips moved against Oliver’s. He was warm and wet. A hint of beer seeped across Josh’s taste buds as he licked the smooth skin. The gentle caress of lips quickly became heated. Josh pressed forward until his tongue invaded Oliver’s mouth, tasting everything the young man had to offer. Everything that made him Oliver.
    The other man clung to him, his hands gentle and tentative as he slid them over Josh’s shoulders. Something must have snapped in Oliver. With a groan, he forced him close, grinding his groin against him.
    Josh pushed the kiss to its limit, until Oliver pulled back with a gasp. Josh opened his eyes and took in the most beautiful sight he’d seen in months. Swollen red lips and hazel eyes so dilated only a sliver of color remained. Josh hadn’t realized how firmly they were leaning together until, with the dawning awareness of Oliver’s hard cock against his thigh, the promise of a good hard fuck became more of a reality.
    Oliver licked his lips as he ran a hand across Josh’s chest. “Wow.”
    “There’s more where that came from.” Movement beyond Oliver’s shoulder caught his attention. Beth. Still well out of reach.
    Resting his forearm on Oliver’s shoulder, Josh beckoned her forward. “You started this. Don’t think you’re getting off easy, miss.”
    Josh had never