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holding her breath, calling Jack’s name, gripping Deke’s shoulders to stay grounded in

reality in the midst of this mind-blowing fantasy.

And then they began to move, like a well-timed dance designed for maximum

devastation to her senses. Jack withdrew, Deke thrust in. Jack thrust in, Deke withdrew.

And friction, oh God… The heat overwhelmed her. She’d never had so many nerve

endings screaming all at once, and Deke only made it worse when he pressed a thumb to

her clit.

“Jesus, she’s tight,” he ground out.

“And she has a thin membrane between her ass and her pussy. I feel the head of your

cock dragging over me. Damn!”

“Yeah,” Deke’s face twisted into a mask of concentration. “She’s killing my control.”

“What control?” Jack growled. “Cher, come when you can, as much as you can.”

That was all the invitation Morgan needed. At the feel of Deke’s cock pressing right

against her cervix and the slick pad of his thumb dragging across her swollen clit, she

exploded, seeing light and stars behind her eyes. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if

someone told her the heavens had parted.

The explosion was Jack’s to command, and sharp as a machete. The two men tore her

apart with thick, sublime, unearthly pleasure.

Jack rewarded her by reaching around her and lifting her breast to Deke’s mouth. He

took the nipple between his lips hungrily, drawing hard, nipping with his teeth.

Sensation zinged from her breast to her belly, straight down to where Deke impaled her

with the wicked length of his cock…and lower, to the forbidden thrill of Jack lodged deep

inside her.

Together, they scraped her raw, shoving her up impossibly higher, right into

something huge and irresistible. Indescribable.

She’d barely caught her breath when she felt Jack’s flesh push into her, dragging

across all her tingling nerves while he exhaled on her neck and whispered, “You’re mine.

I love you.”

Something cracked in Morgan at his words, deep inside. The last of her resistance

broke free. She sent a helpless glance over her shoulder at him, knowing her total

submission showed in her eyes, and she climaxed again, zooming higher than ever in

shuddering surrender.

Clamping down on the pair of cocks so hard, both were trapped deep inside her as

the orgasm rolled over her, wave after wave erupting, bringing utter submission with it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. In that moment, Morgan wasn’t herself. She didn’t

worry about whether this choice was right or what others would think or if she could live

with herself later. As they came with her, groaning and gasping, she was at peace. Perfect

blessed peace in perfect rushing pleasure for the first time in her life.

“Yes!” she cried out, her voice a screech of pain, need, love, and completion.

“I love you,” he panted in her ear. “Tell me…”

“Yes! Yes, I love you.”

As the pleasure subsided, Jack wrapped his arms around her tight, so tight it seemed

he’d never let go. That was just the way Morgan wanted it.

#

Noon slanted through the windows on the bed and breakfast’s quaint cottage,

illuminating Morgan’s fiery hair and bare, pale skin as she curled up next to him in

slumber, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Deke lay behind her, his hand lax in sleep as

he draped it around her waist. They looked so peaceful. And he was in hell.

Not because Deke touched her. Surprisingly, he’d known almost from the moment

they laid their hands on Morgan just a short few hours ago that she might appreciate

Deke’s touch, but her heart wasn’t involved. After that, Jack had simply enjoyed the

fireworks her fantasy had inspired.

As he’d hoped, Morgan had surrendered utterly, totally, given him every bit of

herself, her body, her passion. He’d wrung from her the sort of abiding submission he’d

been seeking since the moment he’d first seen her.

She’d told him that she loved him.

So how the fuck was he going to tell her now that he’d arranged their meeting and

plotted to fuck her, strictly to get revenge against her fiancé? Ex-fiancé. There was no way

he was giving her up to Brandon Ross after today.

Problem was, what if she wanted to go back to the pansyass bastard?

He was going to have to come clean, explain how and why he’d arranged their

meeting, and swear on his life that his every intent had changed, virtually from the

moment he’d touched her.

Hell, he should have done this a long time ago. Jack sighed, clenched his fists. When

revenge had taken a backseat to winning Morgan for himself, he should have been

honest, laid his cards out on the table. Dreaming up ways to win her trust, only to