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the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.
    His belly clenched and he felt an intense stab of desire rip through him. He was
    mesmerized by her action and felt his cock spring straight up between his legs. When
    her eyes slid down him to that hard shaft then back to his, he stopped breathing.
    “What?” he whispered.
    Her eyelids closed halfway. “Which of us would you like to breach first?”
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    He told them to decide who among each other would be the first for him to take.
    When he’d allowed them ample time to study his body—turning over so they could
    look at his backside, which they seemed to “Oooh” and “Ahhh” over almost as much as
    his front—he turned over again.
    “Now you can touch,” he said, and jumped as first Red then Argent practically
    leapt upon the bed, and Blondie climbed over the footboard like an eager adolescent
    scaling a fence to reach forbidden fruit. Before he could take another breath, Argent was
    shooing him over to the middle of the bed with a fan of her graceful hand so both she
    and Red could kneel to either side of him. Blondie contented herself with wedging
    between his legs once he was settled and bending forward to avidly study his cock.
    Fingertips trailed over his arms, through the hair under his arms and onto his chest.
    Palms spread over his pecs and fingers raked through the chest hair, plucked at his
    nipples.
    He ground his ass into the mattress, trying hard not to groan or grunt, not to make
    the first sound. No woman had ever pinched his nipples and he found the sensation
    intoxicating, so despite his best efforts, he could not help making little sounds of
    enjoyment he was sure the women were noting.
    His nerve endings were firing like crazy as fingernails dragged gently over his flesh
    and an inquisitive finger plunged into his navel to trace the spiral there. He shivered
    and drew in a sharp breath as Argent leaned over him to inspect a scar on his right arm
    and her bare breast grazed his chin.
    “How did you come by this scar, warrior?” she asked.
    He turned his head to see what she meant. “Oh, Owen did that with a wooden
    sword when we were boys.”
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    “And this scar?” she asked, trailing her fingers along the side of his neck.
    “Shrapnel during a battle,” he said. “Nearly took my head off.”
    “Isn’t it odd that the hair under his arms isn’t curly like the hair on his chest and
    over his cock?” Blondie asked, her head tilted to one side as she observed him.
    “I think the hair under a man’s arms is very sexy,” Argent replied.
    “I like the feel of the hair on his chest,” Red commented, rubbing her palm in a
    large circle over his pecs.
    “I am anxious to see how it feels against my nipples,” Blondie commented. “I bet it
    tickles.”
    Eanan clamped his teeth together. He had invited them to touch him but their
    observations were doing strange things to his body. His cock was burning with need
    and he ached to have one of them touch it.
    Blondie was running her hands all along his thighs and knees but her attention was
    once again riveted to his crotch. She seemed enthralled by it and it looked to him as if
    she were working up her courage to touch the thing she wanted most. When Red’s
    hand strayed a bit too close to the crop of curls below his navel, the little yellow-haired
    minx shooed her sister away.
    “This is mine for now!” she proclaimed.
    “Well, the hair is mine,” Red argued, and threaded her fingers through his nether
    curls.
    Eanan could not stop the groan her tugging on those wiry curls caused. His thigh
    muscles contracted to bulging ridges.
    Argent, on the other hand, seemed fascinated by the hardness of those muscles and
    was running her palms over his thighs then his pecs and biceps, pulling one hand down
    from his iron grip on the headboard to examine each of his fingers in turn.
    “I like a man who keeps his nails trimmed and clean,” she