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tidal wave of pleasure swept her under.
    She sucked breaths into her deprived lungs, mini rockets shooting from her core outward to her heavy limbs.
    Kane continued to kiss her inner thighs, working his way down to her knees. Blake pulled back, pushing some of the sweaty strands of hair away from her face. Her body started to cool after the massive inferno that consumed it moments before. She sat up slowly, fixing her skirt and watching Kane stand.
    Blake took hold of her mask and tugged. “You won’t need this anymore,” he murmured, peeling the black half mask off her face.
    She screeched and tried to hide her face only to hear both men gasp. Fuck.
    “Daniella?” Kane asked, standing before her with a scowl fierce enough to scare small children.
    She looked around for her corset. No way in hell was she having a talk with them while half naked. She struggled to zip the corset up, knowing that the damn thing needed to be loosened at the back so it could close at the front. Right at that moment her brain didn’t want to think about that. All she wanted was to not be naked while she discussed with her brother’s friends why she’d just let them give her oral sex and why she hadn’t said a thing about who she was.
    She growled and pressed the open corset over her naked breasts, holding it up with shaky hands. Hell. Of all the times for them to realize who she was, this was not the one she’d envisioned when they’d started earlier.
    “Hi.” She pressed the material over her body, using it almost like a safety shield.
    They stared at each other. “What are you doing here?”
    “Being set up on a date.”
    “You? She set us up with you?” Kane growled.
    His tone made her frown. Hadn’t they just been all over her like they couldn’t get enough of her just thirty seconds ago? What happened to that?
    “Well what the hell is wrong with me? I thought you just told me I was perfect.” Jerk. Figures that he’d say the right words just to get her naked. Or mostly naked.
    “You are perfect,” Blake said. “You’re also Marcos’s sister.”
    She shrugged. “So?”
    This whole thing of her being Marcos’s little sister annoyed the shit out of her. Weren’t these grown men?
    “Your brother once told us that we needed to keep our hands off you,” Kane said, walking to one of the open doors leading to the back and leaning on the frame. “We’ve been careful to not damage our friendship with him.”
    That rat bastard! “You mean to tell me that you two could want me and will not touch me because of Marcos?”
    She clenched her jaw so hard she swore her teeth would break at any moment.
    Kane and Blake glanced back and forth at each other before both frowning at her and answering at the same time, “Yes.”
    Tired of fighting to keep the open corset from revealing her body, she snagged a folded throw off a chair and threw it over her shoulder, allowing the corset to slide off without showing her breasts. She folded the corset and held it in front of her along with the sides of the blanket like a shield. With measured steps, she marched to the door Blake had locked when he’d brought them champagne.
    “What are you doing,” Blake asked, his voice filled with concern.
    She stopped, turned and cleared her throat. “I'm getting out of here. You two have no clue what you want. It’s obvious that Mrs. Wilder made a mistake in bringing us together.”
    Dammit, she’d been so close to getting both men naked. The injustice.
    “Don't go!” Blake ran a hand through his short cropped hair. He appeared torn and she couldn’t understand it. It shouldn't be this hard to make a decision about wanting her. They either did or didn’t.
    They weren't bound to Marcos for any reason other than friendship, so why couldn't they be with her if that's what made them happy?
    “What exactly do you want?” she asked.
    Blake pinned her with his slowly dimming golden gaze. “When it comes to you it’s not about what we want.