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He’d thrown down his sleeping bag and pillow and taken the open spot on the left side of her bed. Whitney had expected Eddie to take the right side, the one closest to the air conditioner, but to her surprise he’d chosen the spot at the foot of the bed. He’d deliberately placed himself between her bed and the door. It seemed Eddie’s need to protect trumped his desire for a blast of nice, cold air.
    Whitney heaved a frustrated sigh as Mick’s sleeping bag rustled again. “Are you okay?”
    He punched his pillow. “This floor is killing my back!”
    Whitney rolled onto her side and hissed over the side of the mattress. “I didn’t tell you to sleep on the floor.”
    “So I can get in your bed?”
    She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.
    You,” she emphasized loudly, “wanted to sleep in my room. I didn’t make you come in here.”
    “Yeah, well,” Mick gruffly replied, “you’re the one who wanted us to repaint and redo the floors.”
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    “What?” Whitney’s ire skyrocketed. “Are you seriously blaming all that mess on me?”
    “Children,” Eddie interjected, “no more bickering. It’s late. Now close your eyes, and go to sleep. Or else I’ll spank you both.”
    “Yes, Daddy,” Mick answered in a singsong voice.
    Eddie snorted, and a second later, Whitney heard the telltale whack-thump of a pillow slapping Mick’s legs. There was a minor scuffle that quickly quieted down. “Go to sleep,” Eddie ordered.
    Shaking her head, she flopped onto her back and tried not to think about the way Eddie’s voice affected her. When he spoke like that, all powerful and strong, it made her belly tremble. He reminded her of the Doms in those books she loved so much. She replayed the way he spoke to Mick earlier in the bathroom. What would it feel like if Eddie took her like that, rough and commanding? Her thighs clenched. Could she give up control to him?
    Yes. Hell yes.
    Whitney considered their current predicament. It really was like something out of an erotic romance novel. Two devilishly sexy men sleeping on her floor. One bed. Sexual tension so thick it threatened to squeeze the air from her lungs.
    So what to do?
    This was one of those moments. She’d closed her eyes and jumped in with both feet when it came to the new job. Could she do the same now when it came to the two men she wanted most?
    Heart racing, mouth dry, Whitney swallowed hard and rolled onto her right side. “So, um,” she faltered, unsure how to proceed, “I know the floor is uncomfortable and, uh, I know you both work on your feet all day, so, um, well, if you want, you can come up here with me.”
    She trembled with nervousness. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we can make it work.”
    She bit her lip with embarrassment. Tight fit? Oh, god. Talk about your double entendres!
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    Mick didn’t need a second invitation. He’d pounced on the bed within three seconds flat of her offer. Eddie seemed a little hesitant.
    “Are you sure, Whit? I mean, it’s a king, but we’re big guys, and I’m a cover hog.”
    Whitney laughed. “It’s okay. Really,” she added. “Come on up here.”
    She shivered as the covers lifted for Mick and then Eddie to slide underneath. Both were shirtless, with Mick wearing cotton pajama bottoms, and Eddie shorts. Surrounded by their half-naked bodies, Whitney held her breath. Mick sidled up close to her back. Eddie was mere inches from her front. Body heat penetrated her skin, radiating through her tense body and relaxing her muscles.
    Eddie’s hand settled on her hip, startling her. “All right?”
    “Y-yes,” she stammered as her heart beat furiously. “Fine, just fine.”
    Mick’s hand curved along her waist, just above Eddie’s. He gave her a little squeeze. “Good night, Whitney.”
    “Good night, Mick.”
    “Night, Whit.”
    “Night, Eddie.”
    The guys seemed so calm and at ease. Her skin burned beneath their touch. Her pulse