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even though I had no idea I was doing what I was told. I’m still anxious, but now it’s for a completely different reason. “I’m going to shave you, Mel.” He runs his fingers through the damp hairs covering my pussy. “Bradley is going to keep you distracted.”
    I nod. The anxiety rises the moment he moves away, but Bradley takes his place almost immediately, his loving smile and soft touch to my forehead bringing me back to that place of calm.
    It’s difficult to process the myriad of sensations as Bradley kisses me over and over, his claim on my lips deep, possessive, familiar, the touches on my pussy strange, unusual, thrillingly new. I gasp, unable to move when Ryan pours a cool stream of water over my shaved skin. I try to wriggle away. The fact that I forgot I’m tied down is almost as shocking as the next rush of cold water over my skin.
    “C–C–Cold,” I whisper into Bradley’s mouth.
    He grins, then glances down my body to the man sitting between my trapped legs. “Don’t worry, baby girl, Ryan has a plan to warm you up.”
    The hot touch of Ryan’s tongue answers my next question. Holy heavens, without the hair everything seems more intense. I swear I can feel each individual taste bud as it rasps over my skin. Ryan licks me everywhere, his tongue gliding over all of my newly denuded flesh as Bradley watches my face.
    “Perfect,” Bradley whispers again as he leans over to kiss me.
    I can feel my pussy muscles squeezing and releasing as warmth floods through my system. I never considered the satisfaction that pleasing them might create. I’ve always been a pretty independent woman. I’ve certainly never backed away from a fight or allowed myself to be abused, but there is something inherently wonderful about being able to please a man—well, two men—I care for deeply.
    A whimper escapes me as Ryan unexpectedly thrusts his tongue deep into my pussy, the strange wriggling sensation making my limbs heavy and my breathing shallow as dark arousal flows through me. Every muscle is pulling tight, my entire body tensing, waiting, hovering on the edge of climax. I don’t even realize I’m grinding my teeth until Bradley touches my jaw and shakes his head.
    “Relax, baby girl. Let it happen,” Bradley says with a soft bite to my chin.
    “Can’t,” I manage to say breathlessly, desperately. I almost growl when Ryan stops what he’s doing. Tears of frustration prickle my eyes. I’m so close to orgasm, but being held completely immobile seems to be stopping me from reaching my peak. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when Ryan begins undoing my bindings.
    Free from restraints I lie still, feeling deflated, miserable that I’ve failed them. Both men massage my limbs, making certain that the blood flow hasn’t been compromised, before Bradley leans over and kisses me passionately once more. Tears leak from my eyes.
    “Mel, it’s okay. Don’t cry. We’re nowhere near finished.”
    “We’re not?” I ask as I try to drag my emotions back under control. I had vague notions of them giving me my clothes back and sending me home. I know both men better than that, but with so much riding on our three-week contract I can’t seem to think clearly.
    The soft bite on the inside of my thigh has me jolting in reaction. “Not even close,” Ryan says and then dips his head back between my legs.
    Hell. One flick of his tongue over my clit and I’m right back where I was a few moments ago. Oh wow.
    “That’s it, baby girl,” Bradley says, caressing my tender breasts with gentle fingers. “Come for us.”
    Finally, that familiar heat swells through my veins, my limbs shaking violently, my breathing shallow, almost painful, as orgasm takes me. I close my eyes, content to ride the wave, loving the feeling of being with Bradley and Ryan this way.
    The hard pinch on my breast is unexpected, the firm suction against my clit amazing, the sudden blast of heat startling. I howl,