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shampoo he used.
She could also smell Liam, as if he spent his own fair share of time in here,
but if they were good friends, that just made sense.
    Curiously, she tugged at the top right desk drawer. Like the
quality antique it was, the drawer slid silently open. Greer recoiled with a
gasp. Handcuffs? She peered inside. A rubber ring that looked like a vacuum
cleaner belt, and another thing that looked like a bolo tie made of silicone
tubing. What the… Her hand closed around a half empty bottle of lubricant.
Greer dropped it as though it had burned her.
    They were gay? She shoved the drawer shut, her mind
taking a moment to absorb it. She’d met a few guys in the art department in
college who were, but they’d been real femmes with all the stereotypical
mincing and squealing. Neither Chas nor Liam fit that image.
    But she could picture them naked. And—oh, hell—she could
picture them with each other, and the idea was…well, exciting. Chewing slightly
on her lower lip, she opened the drawer beneath the one she’d just had open,
but files and papers were all she saw. It seemed only the top drawer had any
sex-related items.
    She swallowed slightly. Maybe she should take a look
upstairs. Just so she would know how to manage her workload. So she could plan.
    As she climbed the wide steps, she realized the fluttering
in her belly wasn’t nerves, it was desire. Only recently had she even felt it
again, and only in a fantasy life she’d sometimes wondered was even normal, a
fantasy life that included the images she now had of Chas and Liam—only now she
had faces to put with the actions. Throat dry, she walked toward the end of the
hall and checked each bedroom. One side was obviously set aside as guest
bedrooms.
    Crossing the hall, she began her search of the other side.
Wyatt’s room was the one in the front, overlooking the drive. With an artist as
a father, she wasn’t surprised to find the walls decorated with murals. So he
painted as well, and this had been a labor of love telling her about both Wyatt
and his father.
    All sorts of magical creatures decorated the walls, from
unicorns to dragons. Keeping in mind his audience, the dragons had a distinctly
cuddly look to them. Greer laughed, wondering if Liam would make them more
fearsome as his son got older, or would they turn into something else entirely
as Wyatt’s interests changed? She suspected the latter would hold true.
    At first, the next room appeared to be another guest room,
but as she looked more closely, she realized it was Chas’. Greer frowned.
Though his clothing was in the closet, and a couple of pictures sat on the
bureau, it just didn’t feel like it belonged to the outgoing, caring man she’d
met. Still puzzled, she found an adjoining door to the master suite beyond.
    And now her puzzlement ended. The unmade bed told its own
tale. Two people slept in the king-sized sleigh bed. She sat on a leather
loveseat at the foot, dumbfounded.
    She should make the bed, part of her job after all.
Swallowing, Greer stood and began to tidy the room, but couldn’t quite bring
herself to straighten the sheets and blankets. A couple minutes later, she
stopped again, stared at the wide expanse of premium cotton and finally gave in
to what she really wanted to do.
    After crawling on top, she stretched out on the sheets.
Turning her head first to one pillow then the other, she inhaled their combined
scents. Chas and Liam. Chas and Liam. Her hand inched inside her shorts until
her fingers pressed against her clit. Chas and Liam. Together. She moved her
fingers, massaging her flesh, feeling the instant slickness.
    She pictured both men, imagined Chas kneeling on the
loveseat, bent over the bed with Liam behind him, hands braced on Chas’ lean
hips. Greer arched into her stroking fingers, her breath panting out in little
gasps. As her mind continued the fantasy with Liam fucking Chas from behind,
she took it a step further, picturing Chas’ fingers where hers