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locked on hers, as she spread her legs.
    Damon swiped a finger from ass to clit and Daphne whimpered. He circled her clit and she cried out. He thrust a finger inside her and her muscles clamped around him. Begging.
    The stirrings of an orgasm rose within her and her eyelids fluttered.
    “No.” The word was sharp and guttural. Tony gave her jaw a squeeze. “Eyes on me. I want to see it.”
    She blushed, her cheeks hot beneath his fingers, but she obeyed. Holding her head still and her eyes open, Daphne struggled not to fall apart. Damon’s fingers slipped up and down, in and out, and in seconds, she was panting, desperate for release.
    “She’s close.” Tony spoke the truth.
    “I can tell.” Damon stepped closer, his hand never leaving the cleft between her legs. “Come for me, Daphne. Come with all those people down there. Who knows, they could be watching.” He used his free hand to pinch her nipple and Daphne saw stars.
    Bright lights, shots of color, a burst of pleasure that edged on pain. Through the haze, she saw Tony smile. “You’re exquisite when you orgasm. Now it’s my turn.”
    Daphne ran a tongue over her lips. His turn? Tony released his grip on her chin and she swooned.
    “Easy. I’ve got you.” Damon scooped her up into his arms once more, gripping her tight beneath her thighs.
    “I don’t think—”
    He kissed her silent. Oh! Hot and insistent. Gentle, but strong. His hands held her up and his lips turned her back on. In seconds, she’d recovered. Gone were the jitters, back was the need. Hot and sharp and like nothing she’d ever known.
    Had they done this to her? Had two men turned her into a sex fiend? Never had she wanted more. Another orgasm? Unheard of. But there she was, grinding her swollen folds against Damon’s cock. Pressing into his chest as he carried her down the hall.
    She might regret it all in the morning, but she didn’t care. Not when the promise of more was only steps away.
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DAMON
    This woman might be the death of me. Damon set her down on the floor of the bedroom and tore open his dress shirt. Daphne wanted them? She’d have them both. Right fucking now. His shoes landed under a chair. His pants somewhere nearby.
    Her eyes widened in the dim light and Damon bit back a grin. He knew that look.
    Tony stepped up behind her, naked apart for his boxers. The fabric tented, wide and gaping from his erection. Damon let the grin slide onto his face. Beat you to it .
    They’d always been in sync.
    He tugged Daphne forward and took her face in his hands. “You’re sure you want this? Both of us?”
    She nodded against his palms. “Yes.”
    “Good. Because there’s no stopping now.”
    Tony unzipped her dress and the black silk fell to the floor. Miles of creamy skin. Mmm . Firm, high breasts with nipples so hard they poked at him in accusation. You did this , they called out. Damon stroked across the little nubs with his thumbs. Yes, I did .
    Daphne moaned and Tony kneeled behind her. She might not know it yet, but the man was serious. Damon might have been the first to make her moan and cry, but Tony was getting his share.
    His partner’s hands slid up her body, stroking her waist and hips and ass. Gorgeous, shell-shocked Daphne. She stood there in nothing but a pair of heels.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    “Stop saying that.”
    “Can’t help it.” Damon caressed her breasts, stroking and palming and working her over. She shook and trembled, her fingers digging into his biceps as she closed her eyes. That’s it. Give in. Tony might have wanted to watch, but Damon wanted her to let go. Relax.
    Tony spread her legs, inching them wider and wider until his whole hand could fit between her thighs.
    “What are—” Her question faltered as Tony stroked her pussy.
    “Fuck. She’s soaked.”
    Daphne’s eyes turned to saucers and Tony groaned. He’d never get tired of this. Damon rubbed her nipples and glanced between her legs. All he could see were Tony’s