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  “I’m waiting for your tongue, Liam. I’m desperate for your clever, wicked tongue that makes me feel so alive.”

  He pulled his head back and licked his lips. “Oh, you’re so bad,” he said, his eyelids heavy. “And you’re going to get it so damn good when we get home.” 43

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  I giggled and rested my cheek into the dent between his shoulder and collarbone.

  One of his hands slid to my butt and the other to my shoulder. Even through the vibrations of the music I could feel his heart beating against my breast.

  We danced to another two slow songs then I scanned the crowd and spotted Quinn at the bar. He was talking to a woman—a tall, willowy woman with pale blonde hair flowing down her back. Their faces were level and she was chatting animatedly. I watched as he nodded and took a sip of his drink. Her pale pink lips were moving fast, her hands gesturing. She pointed a finger at him, at his face, at his chest, lifted her palms to the air. He leaned in and said something close to her ear, his head bent low and close, the nape of his neck exposed.

  I lifted my head from Liam and continued to study the exchange as we swayed against each other slowly. He planted a kiss on my hair.

  The woman tipped her head back and laughed at what Quinn had just said. Quinn grinned too and rested his forearm on the bar toward her. The light bounced off his ring and his long fingers stretched out straight. She placed her hand over his wrist, her fingers wrapping around the skin just below his watch.

  My heart stuttered. Quinn made no move to shake off her touch. Nor did she appear to be in any rush to let go. A weight like a ball of lead sank in my stomach. A flush crept up to my cheeks and smoldered beneath my eyes. Who the hell was this woman touching my husband, laughing and talking to him in such a close and comfortable manner?

  I pushed back from Liam. “I want to go home.”

  “Suits me, baby,” he said. His body tensed. “What’s wrong?”

  “Who is that?” I asked.

  “Who?”

  “Who is Quinn talking to?”

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  Liam slid a hand from me as he turned to look in the direction of my glare. “I dunno,” he said. “Someone he works with probably.” I huffed as emotions pinged around inside me. I’d never seen Quinn so relaxed, so at ease with another woman. Maybe it was instinct, perhaps it was paranoia, but something told me to get over there and claim what belonged to me.

  I dodged through the crowd, slanting my shoulders and scooting past dancing couples. Each step I took tightened my guts until I felt quite nauseous.

  “Hey,” I said, drawing up next to Quinn. I placed my hand up his back and curled my fingers over his shoulder in a possessive, familiar way. “Can you take me home now? I’m tired.”

  He stopped speaking and looked down at me. For a second his smile faltered as he stared into my eyes, then he dropped a quick kiss to my cheek. “Sure thing,” he said.

  “But first meet Eve Knight. She’s the new surgical manager I was telling you about.”

  “Oh.” I smiled at her. My smile wasn’t spreading to my eyes so I stretched my lips all the wider to compensate. “It’s lovely to meet you, Eve.”

  “You must be Ariane,” she said, finally removing her hand from Quinn’s wrist. She smiled but, unlike mine, her smile did reach her hazel eyes. They shone prettily from beneath dark lashes, like two mossy pebbles streaked with chocolate. “It’s great to finally meet you. Quinn has been telling me all about the farm and the girls with their ponies. It sounds as if you have your hands full.”

  “Yes, it keeps me busy.” I was aware of Liam standing close behind me. “Although not as busy as my husband.” I smoothed my palm down Quinn’s arm, over the turned-up cuff of his shirt until it rested in his hand.

  “Your husband is a very talented surgeon,” she said, glancing at my hand cupped within Quinn’s. “It would be a crime if he wasn’t busy.”

  “It would mean they’d finally found a cure for cancer,” Liam said from behind me.

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  “I’m sorry,” Quinn said, gesturing toward Liam with his free hand. “Eve, this is Liam Rosser. Liam, Eve Knight.”

  “Nice to meet you, Eve,” Liam said, sliding a hand around my waist and stepping in even closer behind me. His body heat was comforting and I knew if I leaned back he would support me.

  “You too,” Eve said, still smiling. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight, her lips a pink pearly shade that made them look soft, shiny and plump.

  I was aware of her surveying Liam. I was used to women staring at him on the rare occasions we were out. He was a prime specimen of a man. With his model looks, perfectly sculpted body and chilled-out demeanor he was most women’s dream guy.

  He never appeared to notice the attention he attracted, or if he did he ignored it, which suited me just fine. However, Eve’s admiring gaze also held an element of curiosity.

  Her attention lingered on his head and for a moment I wondered if Quinn had told her about his tumors. After all, he’d told her about the farm and the twins and the ponies.

  Clearly they’d discussed more than just his operating hours.

  “We should get home,” Liam said to Quinn, taking my free hand in his.

  “Sure.” Quinn smiled at me. “We had our dance fix, didn’t we?” He glanced at Eve.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

  “Of course.”

  There was a pause, as if something unspoken was passing between them. But as soon as the moment began to extend, Liam tugged me away. Quinn stepped from the bar and pressed in close behind me as we moved through the crowd.

  I turned my head and looked at Eve standing alone. Her head was tipped and she licked her lips as her gaze trailed down Quinn’s lean body.

  My instincts had been right.

  Her gaze lifted and glued to mine. Far from looking embarrassed at being caught ogling my man, she simply raised her hand and waved.

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  I snapped my head away, anxious to get out of Hanrahan’s. Away from the pretty, intelligent, eloquent woman who had her sights set on what was mine.

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  “Thanks for coming with me,” Quinn said as he drove through the dark, winding lanes. “I know it was a spur of the moment idea but it was fun, wasn’t it?” Liam didn’t answer. He’d tipped his head back on the headrest and shut his eyes.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said from the back in a hushed voice, drawing my jacket tight against my chest.

  “Yeah, I did.” Quinn paused. “Why, didn’t you?” His anxious gaze caught mine in the mirror.

  I sighed. I had enjoyed dancing with him and Liam. It had been fun, the music and atmosphere great. But I hadn’t enjoyed seeing the beautiful woman who was controlling his working hours fawning over him. She had a steely determination about her that had my hackles rising.

  “Of course I had fun,” I said, deciding to play it cool. If Eve was planning on making a play for Quinn, I needed to keep him close, not push him away with a jealous row. “I didn’t know you had such hot moves lurking beneath that cool exterior, Quinn.

  I’m impressed.”

  “Oh, you know my moves are hot,” he said in deeply sexy voice. “But if you need reminding―”

  “So you’re not feeling too tired tonight then?” I asked, unable to keep a hint of sarcasm out my voice.

  If he heard it he ignored it. “Oh no, I feel energized, and having your sexy butt gyrating against my dick on that last song has got me ready for action.” I giggled and succumbed to my desire. “Good, ‘cause that’s exactly what Liam and I were thinking too.”

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  Liam opened his eyes and yawned as the car pulled to a halt in the yard. “That was quick,” he said.

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bsp; “Did you sleep?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I must have.” After stretching he opened the door and stepped out, strode

  ‘round the front of the car and swung open my door. “Get out, baby. I got plans for you.”

  “Mm, I think Quinn has too.”

  “Excellent,” he said with a grin, pulling me up and ushering me toward the house.

  “Come on, let’s get into the warm.”

  The dogs ran up to us barking a greeting and as Quinn opened the door they barged in.

  “No, out,” he snapped.

  “Ah, come on, Quinn, it’s freezing out there,” Liam said.

  “It’s not even forecast a frost,” Quinn replied, locking the dogs out. He looked at Liam’s anxious face. “They can come in later.” His voice softened. “I was thinking of lighting a fire for us to relax in front of.”

  Liam’s face broke into a grin. “Already on the case.” He headed toward the living room with purposeful strides.

  Quinn toed off his shoes and followed Liam. “We’ll be waiting,” he said over his shoulder with a wink.

  “Be right there.” I reached for a glass, filled it with water from the tap and gulped it down. Eve had left a taste in my mouth I wasn’t appreciating. She was gorgeous and confident and it made me nervous that Quinn’s opinion of her had changed so drastically.

  The chilled fluid cooled my stomach and my jealousy. In its place came a buzz of anticipation. Tonight was about Liam and Quinn joining with me, giving and loving with our bodies and souls as we’d promised to all those years ago.

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  I hastily pulled off my jacket and top and laid them over the back of a chair. I shimmied out of my skirt. It landed on the floor and I stooped to reach it then placed it on the chair too. Stretching behind myself, I unclasped my bra. My breasts hung heavy as I added the bra to the pile of clothes. Next came my thong. The thin lace rolled into a ring as I peeled it down my legs and unhooked it from the heels of my boots. Dumping it on the chair seat, I straightened and looked at my reflection in the dark kitchen window.

  I was visible from the waist up. My black hair was long and flowing. Two thick tendrils fell over my right breast and curled just beneath my nipple. I’d long since given up trying to straighten it and now the gentle waves had taken control. It looked soft around my face. The silver cross in the hollow of my neck caught the dim light and my lips were shiny from the water I’d just drunk. My eyes were heavy and dark, brimming with possessiveness and carnal desires.

  My fingers trailed to the bare outer lips of my pussy. They were velvety and warm.

  I dipped in a little. The heat increased and a hint of moisture dampened my fingertips.

  Thoughts of my husbands’ fingers, tongues, cocks flooded my mind. A spark ignited within me. I wanted them, hungered for them and I was suddenly consumed by my need for satisfaction.

  Quickly I turned and clicked my spiked heels across the hard kitchen floor, flicked my hair over my shoulders and tilted my chin. My bare breasts jiggled wantonly with each step I took.

  I was going to take what belonged to me.

  The living room was heavy with shadows and I paused just inside the doorway.

  Several candles flickered in corners and the fire blazed in the grate. I was greeted with the smell of burning logs and pine needles mixed with the tangy apple flavor of scented candle wax.

  “There you are,” Liam said. He was sitting back on his heels in front of the fire, completely naked. The amber light from the flames licked across the curves and dips of 50

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  his biceps and broad chest, highlighting the squareness of his pectoral muscles and the round balls of his shoulders. His thick cock jutted upward from his dark-blond thatch, the wide head skimming his bricked abs.

  He shoved a hand through his hair and the soft strands flopped back around his face. I watched as he rubbed his palm over his forehead and down the side of his cheekbone.

  “I love you in just those boots,” he said quietly, his eyes flashing. “You look even better than I imagined, and that was pretty damn awesome.” I smiled and glanced at Quinn, who was folding his pants neatly on the couch alongside his shirt. Liam’s clothes, by contrast, sat in a tangled heap on the floor by the magazine rack.

  “I’m glad you like my style,” I said, looking back at Liam. I ran my hands into the dip of my waist and tilted my hips in a provocative jut, swiped my tongue over my bottom lip and pulled in the warm, heavy air that suddenly seemed infused with testosterone.

  “It’s got my vote,” Quinn said, walking in just black boxers to the fireside, his gaze drinking me up as he sank onto an enormous chenille burgundy throw spread over the rug.

  I marveled at the long, sinewy muscles in his back and the way his limbs were always so perfectly controlled. Quinn didn’t waste energy. Everything he did, every move he made, was for a reason—action, reaction.

  I walked over, my heels clacking noisily on the floor until I hit the soft material of the rug. I paused as Quinn shucked off his boxers and tugged at his erect cock. Liam went up on his knees before me, curling his hands around my calves and sliding upward, over the leather covering the backs of my knees and on to the sensitive skin of my thighs.

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  He kissed my mound with soft lips—warm and wet and promising so much more. I sighed and gently rested my palms on his head.

  Quinn’s hands were on me too, searching and caressing. Smoothing over my butt cheeks, my thighs, the soft swell of my stomach. His eyelids were heavy and his breaths hot on my skin, mixing with Liam’s.

  “How did you get to be so perfect for us?” Quinn murmured, kissing my hipbone.

  “I want you to stay this way, stay perfect.”

  “Mm,” I managed, resting one hand on his sharper, shorter hair. “I guess we got lucky finding one another.”

  “You can say that again,” Liam said, his fingers smoothing over the swell of my pussy lips. Suddenly his tongue darted through the top juncture, the tip just catching my clit.

  “Oh god,” I gasped. My knees jerked as nerve endings shot out spikes of pleasure.

  “Liam.”

  “Lie down,” Quinn said, curling his fingers with mine and tugging. “Ariane, lie down before you fall down.”

  I folded myself down to the silky-soft throw, four big hands roaming the flesh on my hips, my butt, my breasts. My heart filled with a mixture of longing and contentment. This was where I belonged, with Liam and Quinn, in our home, together.

  Quinn caught my mouth in a lingering kiss, the skin on his chin still smooth against mine when he slanted his head to kiss me deeper, more passionately. As he hovered above me, I curved one hand over his back and pressed the other to his jawline, feeling his cheek hollow and fill when the kiss reached an intensity that nearly blew my mind.

  I moaned as his lips left mine and he trailed a path of kisses to my neck, each small connection generating a tingle of pleasure that hummed right through me.

  Liam was settling between my legs, his big body and broad hands easing my knees apart. Heat from the fire swept over me and warm air hit my pussy as he parted my 52

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  thighs wider and wider. When my hips were stretched, his hands swept up and down my legs, the inside, the outside of my thighs, on the boots, over the boots then ever so lightly he brushed my bare, exposed, parted pussy lips.

  I tilted my pelvis upward, impatient for him to kiss me there, love me with his tongue. But I didn’t demand it. Instead I savored the moment. Knowing it was coming was a sweet torment I wallowed in.

  Quinn’s head dipped to my breasts, tenderly sucking and licking my nipples as he filled his palms with my flesh—first my right breast then my left. His hands, mouth, lips and tongue all worshipped and fondled until I was heavy with sensation and arching for more.

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p; Liam’s fingers were stroking my pussy now, touching all my intimate places, spreading my outer lips and circling my entrance.

  “Liam,” I whimpered, unable to contain my impatience for his mouth any longer.

  “Easy, baby,” he said through a throaty chuckle. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and pushed the other out to the side. “I’m just here.” I closed my eyes tight. My booted right leg rested down his back and my left hip felt wide open. Suddenly the tip of his tongue pressed onto me, lapping over my folds of flesh and tunneling into my wet entrance.

  “Oh, yes, yes, Liam,” I said, clutching Quinn’s head and pulling him harder onto my breasts.

  Liam’s tongue was hot and wet, demanding. He delved everywhere, dropped down to lick and kiss the inside of my thighs then shifted up and suckled my clit. A deep moan of appreciation erupted from my throat.

  “Does he do it well?” Quinn asked, leaving my breasts and looming over my face.

  “Do you like how Liam eats you as if you’re the most delicious flavor he’s ever tasted?”

  “Yes, god, yes,” I groaned, flattening my hands on Quinn’s chest and absorbing the rapid beating of his heart. “But I want you too, Quinn.” I trailed my hands lower, 53

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  leaving the crisp hair on his chest to travel over the packed muscles on his long-boned frame. I toyed with the thin, silky trail of hair that led to his pubes, but before I reached them his cock twitched against my knuckles. Eagerly I grasped it in my fist, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He was hot and hard, vibrant and pulsing. “I want you too, Quinn,” I said again.

  He grunted and shifted forward, shoving his cock deeper into my hold. “I’m all yours,” he muttered.

  “I want you in my mouth―” I demanded throatily as Liam’s fingers tangled with his tongue and he exposed my swollen clit further for his ministrations.

  “In…my…mouth…Quinn.”

  Quinn grunted, lifted up and leaned over me on all fours so his cock was just above my face, his knees bent below my underarms and his hands on the rug way above my head. My mouth watered for his taste but I wanted to hold off, just for a few more seconds, so I put both my hands on his shaft, sliding and shifting the taut skin, rimming the underside of his glans with my fingers and palming my way along his thickness as though praying but with a cock in my hands.