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you.”
    She sagged between them as they moved their hands from between her thighs. Colton licked his fingers as his gaze held hers. “Delicious. Better than the dessert.”
    Colton’s words and seeing him taste her on his fingers, was so damned hot. A thought occurred to her and she gave each of them a devilish smile. She made sure no one was watching before she slipped out of her chair and ducked under the tablecloth.
    “Drew?” Dane reached for her but she moved away from his groping hand. “What are you doing, honey?”
    Without answering, she grasped the button of Colton’s jeans and he shifted in his seat. He grabbed her by the shoulders as if to pull her up from beneath the table, but she refused to let go of his jeans. She unfastened them and drew the zipper down.
    “Oh, shit,” he muttered.
    She pulled his cock out and she heard him suck in his breath. His cock was smooth, long, thick, and hard. She lowered her head and slid her mouth down the length of his erection. He smelled good, of soap and man.
    “Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” Dane said, his voice rough.
    “Uh-huh,” Colton managed to get out. He slid his fingers into her hair as she bobbed up and down his length. He gave a low groan. “Fuck,” he said and she smiled around his cock. “That feels so fucking good.”
    He gripped her hair hard in his fists and thrust his hips up in time with her movements. He was so thick and long that she had to keep from making choking noises as she went down on him.
    Dane reached beneath the tablecloth and caught her off guard as he pinched her nipple through the cotton of her sundress. She gasped, but Colton continued to thrust his hips, his cock moving in and out of her mouth.
    With Dane pinching her nipple, while she was going down on Colton beneath the table in a now crowded Italian restaurant, she felt the need to come again. She slipped her fingers into her wetness as she used her other hand to work his shaft while she moved her mouth along his length.
    “Stop.” He stilled her head, his voice gruff, and a few moments later she heard the sound of someone clearing away the dishes. Probably the busboy. When it was quiet, Colton started thrusting his hips again.
    She sucked in earnest and was rewarded with a low groan that Colton hadn’t been able to control when he came hard. His come spurted into her mouth and her throat worked as she swallowed.
    He continued thrusting until the last of his semen filled her mouth and then he held onto her face and kept her from moving.
    “Damn, that was good, Drew.” His voice was muffled with the tablecloth between them and he sounded more than relaxed.
    His wet cock slipped from her mouth and she almost cried out when Dane grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her over to him. “Come here, honey,” he said in a low growl.
    She smiled to herself as he pulled her between his thighs. The ridge behind the tough cotton was huge. He didn’t wait for her to unbutton his jeans. He unfastened them, pulled out his cock, and grabbed her by the hair again.
    She was surprised at how much she loved Dane’s and Colton’s manhandling. It made her so hot when Dane yanked her hair and pulled her down on him. She loved the feel of her hair being pulled and the overall intensity of the man.
    Dane smelled as good as Colton had, just a little different. He clearly used different shower gel or soap than Colton did. She loved the taste of Dane in her mouth, the feel of his soft skin over his hard shaft as he thrust his hips up. She realized she was enjoying it so much that she was making soft purring sounds.
    Her body ached for an orgasm and she rubbed her clit even harder than before. She was so close to flying apart, but she wanted to come when Dane did.
    She could feel his body tensing up and then he went still. She heard Tony’s voice.
    “Did you enjoy the tiramisu?” Tony asked.
    Drew licked the length of Dane’s cock as he tried to speak and struggled to get