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How did one start a one-night stand?
Jenny did say she hoped more than one man would answer the call so that Claire could have several men to choose from. Should she ask Michael to arrange the men to parade in their swim trunks and evening clothes, like those in the beauty pageants, so she could judge and make a decision from among them? On the other hand, why bother when the man she wanted was right there—
The cottage door slammed shut behind her.
She pasted a bright smile on her lips and turned. “Which bedroom should I use?”
He quirked an eyebrow and set down her bag. He walked the few steps toward her with such predatory grace that her heart thudded against her rib cage and her shoulder bag slid to the floor from her nerveless hand, the strap having slipped down her shoulder ages ago. His lazy gaze strayed from her head down to her toes and lingered at some prominent places that had her tingling, something she hadn’t experienced before. He stopped in front of her and stared at her with a faint smile, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. “Maybe you should share mine.”
The supreme male confidence of those words made all her insecurities rise up to overwhelm her. What was she doing here? How could she bear it if another man—this sexy, attractive man—confirmed Robert’s opinion of her? Yet, was that frank male appreciation she saw in Michael’s eyes?
“Sh-should I?” she stammered.
He frowned. “Did I get Jenny’s message wrong somehow? Didn’t you come here for sex?”
Claire wasn’t used to such straight language and she blushed. “Um, ah…”
“I’m sorry.” He laughed softly, taking her hands in his. “I’ve embarrassed you. We’ll take it slow.”
His laughter somehow caused her discomfiture to vanish. “It’s just that when Jenny and I were planning this, it didn’t seem so real then.”
“Why don’t you come and meet the other guys then?”
A reprieve. “Sure.”
He ushered her into the next room, and the sight that greeted her stunned her into immobility. Michael bumped into her and heat emanated from his body, contributing to the rising temperature within her.
Moans, groans, and wet, slurping noises.
A handsome, naked, blond-haired man sat on a chair, and his fingers gripped the dark hair of another naked man, who was on his knees between the blond’s legs. The blond moaned and arched his back as the dark-haired man went down on his cock.
Oh God, the heat. Scorching her, taking away her breath.
“Sam? James? Uh, guys…”
“Sorry, Mike,” the blond replied, his eyes closed as he shook his head from side to side. Amazing, his hair was swept back from his face, as immaculate as though it had just been combed. “You took so long…and we just…just…ah…yes, yes…suck harder. Harder!”
She couldn’t take her eyes off the two men. They were so beautiful together, giving and receiving passion. The color of their hair and bodies also provided contrast and highlighted their individuality—the blond so creamy and fair as though his body hadn’t seen the light of the sun since young, while the dark-haired man was tanned all over. She’d bet even his cock was a deep brown color, even though it was hidden by his thigh all this time.
“Are they…are they always this intense?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Michael whispered back, his hands coming around her waist and pulling her back against him. He nuzzled her throat, kissing and nibbling. “Seeing them made me realize how lonely I am. I’m glad you came. I want you, Claire. Feel this.” He took her nerveless hand and cupped it around his cock, his throbbing, iron-hard cock.
Oh my. Her dream came true. This very attractive man wanted her.
She lost her breath. She shifted her hand up and down his length, and even through his trousers, he seemed to be…huge, so huge that her mouth watered.
“Want to join them?” He sucked on her ear and a pleasurable tingle spiraled through her. She had never known her ear could be so sensitive. “Or do you want to go upstairs to my bedroom?”
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