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considered her a delicate woman, even though she was considerably shorter than he was. Partly it was knowing she’d been attending kickboxing classes for years and was one of only a handful who could put him on the floor. Mostly it was because Beth was one of those women who projected a quiet strength, who rarely freaked out, and who found a way to protect everyone within her sphere.
    Pushing the intrusive thought aside, he hooked his fingers around the back of her neck and turned for a kiss. Where Oliver was solid and sure, Beth’s mouth had that wonderful pliability only a woman possessed. Where Oliver bit and sucked, Beth tasted and caressed. Her body melted against them; the combined weight was pleasant against Josh’s naked chest.
    Oliver’s breathing grew ragged as Josh deepened the kiss with her. The other man’s hand caressed Josh’s shoulder before delving into his hair, his fingertips scraping his scalp. A shiver passed through Josh at the intimate caress. Sex for him was normally hard, fast and demanding. Rarely was it filled with caresses and gentle kisses.
    When they finally pulled away, Josh took a moment to savor the treat being offered him. Two beautiful, sensual creatures offering themselves up for his pleasure. Without asking, he knew they would listen to him, do what he asked. They would put themselves on display, taking and receiving pleasure at his command. But this was something more than his normal encounters. This came dangerously close to his comfort line between sex and something deeper. He’d gotten burned once when he dared hope there might be something more for him. This time, he needed to keep himself in check.
    Taking a step back, he shifted his grip so he held each of them by the wrist. Their pulses raced and he knew what they were about to experience would be a memorable treat for all. As long as he kept in control.
    “I think it’s time we move this to the bedroom.” With a gentle tug, they followed.

Chapter Seven
    Getting naked in front of someone for the first time was never a comfortable thing, no matter how confident they appear to be. Josh could tell a lot about a person from how they reacted as the first pieces of clothing fell to the floor. How they stood, which clothes they removed first, it all said something. Most of the time, he was the dominant one in such situations and that gave him a certain level of control. In those rare other times, the last thing on his mind was clothing.
    Right now, there wasn’t enough nakedness.
    Beth held onto Oliver’s shoulder, trailing behind him as Josh moved around the room ahead of them. His bedroom was always neat and organized, though he rarely had people over. He preferred the safety and distance of the club for his sexual encounters. Bringing people home implied a level of intimacy that wasn’t there.
    That didn’t mean he was without a selection of toys in his home. One could never be too careful or too well prepared.
    Josh picked up a book from the chair by the bathroom and tossed it to the floor before he sat. “Are you two going to come in or hover there all night?”
    Beth giggled as Oliver moved to the foot of the bed. He ran a hand over the duvet before patting the cover. “Classy, boss-man.”
    Josh leaned his chin in his hand. “I try.”
    The pair didn’t know what to do at first, each trying to take a cue from the other. It was as though they’d only planned so far, and now they didn’t know what to do next. They began checking out the pictures on his nightstand, the books lining the small bookshelf. Beth fingered the chocolate brown curtains, peeking through the blind. She was sucking on her bottom lip, which meant she was making her mind up about something. It didn’t take long for her to finally come to a conclusion.
    “Josh?”
    “Yes?”
    A little huff from her. “I thought we were going to have sex?”
    “Well, we can. I can tell you both to get naked and get on the bed. I can arrange us all for a fast