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had in
mind. A woman who could handle this with the true professionalism they
deserved.
    “Uh…about
that, there’s something I have to tell you guys. You’ll need to find some other
chick for whatever you have in mind. A woman who can really handle your
um…expectations. Because I’m not really a…”
    Jason
suddenly moved, and the next second, he was kissing her. Bea’s words cut off in
a squeak as his firm, smooth lips slanted over hers. Instant electric volts
zapped through her system. A man’s mouth had never felt as good as these two
did, and Jason certainly shocked her once again with his unexpected
forwardness. He was usually the laid-back one, the one who watched and waited.
Looked like that wasn’t going to be him tonight.
    Bea
gasped in surprise, her lips parting unknowingly beneath his molten onslaught.
Just a few moments of heat and moisture, but her mouth was clinging like Velcro
to his when he finally pulled back, his eyes half-lidded.
    “We
don’t want “some other chick”,” he said huskily, suddenly grasping her hand and
tugging her up with him before she could recover. “Come on, let’s dance.”
    “Hey!”
she finally managed, still struck down by that kiss while Jason totally ignored
her protest, leading her straight to the dance floor. She was spun around in
his arms so that she was resting her back against his chest. To her utter
trepidation, his hands on her hips brought her ass in contact with his crotch,
as he started moving to the beat of the music. She was incapable of breaking
away, what with the way he kept a tight hold on her hips, pinning her to him.
She shivered when she felt his lips suddenly caress her ear, the warmth of his
breath teasing her.
    “Let
go, baby,” he said in a whisper, as his solid, large body rubbed up against her
from neck to legs. “You’ve done it before. And it was perfect. Why would you
want to fight this?” As he spoke, he smoothed his hands down her arms to clasp
her wrists, which he guided up to link around his neck. Bea felt her breasts
push out even more, and she bit back a moan.
    No no no ! That crazy chemistry she seemed to have for either half of the Wallace duo was
acting up again. She felt the unmistakable ridge of his erection straining
against her buttocks, and she trembled. Her neglected hormones only seemed to
react when they were around. She worked and interacted with men every day, but
none of them seemed to get to her the way Jason and Ryan did.
    No one
even came close.
    Bea
couldn’t deny her shivering body a few seconds of relaxing back against Jason,
closing her eyes and casting herself into the moment and the music. Promising herself that soon enough, she’d break away. She would fight this. She had to. But no…not yet.
    Her
resolve was soon to be tested when at that moment, she
felt another body press into her front. All male, hard and warm, it pressed
into her breasts while at her belly, another rigid cock aligned itself. Her
eyes flew open and she was looking into Ryan’s feral, dark gaze.
    “We
think you handle our expectations very well, sweet Bea,” he murmured; in
reference to her last comment at the bar. “And Jason was right. We sure as hell
don’t want another chick. We want you. Only you.”
    Oh… hell . Bea saw Ryan’s head edge slowly
down to hers, and she knew she had plenty opportunity to move away, to stop
him. But she didn’t. His lips slid over hers warmly and somewhat questioningly,
even tentatively. Both men had her sandwiched between them, with Ryan moving so
that his body blocked hers from prying onlookers. She felt Jason’s hands
rubbing up her sides in gentle motions, moving higher and higher while Ryan’s
mouth teased and cajoled her.   She
moaned, finally responding with a helpless parting of her lips and then having
them invaded by his tongue sliding in hotly to taste her.
    She
couldn’t help but gasp in arousal as she felt those roving hands of Jason’s
reaching past the outside of