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his soft, warm breath. Finally, his mouth touches mine, but just barely.
    It’s like a test. I’m going to pass, though, because I don’t like rejection.
    From behind me, a hand touches my leg, slides around my thigh and pulls back. It throws me off balance, but Romeo’s arm is behind my shoulders, and then I’m flush against the seat.
    Romeo’s gentle touch is turning rough, his broad palm cupping my jaw. He’s almost on top of me, and Slade is pulling my legs open.
    They work in tandem, I realize, and I finally get it. I kinda figured they’d take turns, but this is much hotter. Slade’s hand is going up the bottom of my dress, and I don’t want him to stop, but it feels a bit weird that he’s getting so personal without even having kissed me.
    Apparently it’s not weird for him, though, because his fingers are pressing between my legs. My panties are in the way, so each of his little thrusts drags the silky fabric over my clit.
    I feel myself get very, very wet, and I have no doubt he feels it, too, in the rush of warmth drenching my panties.
    “Say my name,” Romeo orders. His lips are on top of mine, and when he speaks, I feel the vibrations. It’s strangely more intimate than kissing. “Say it.”
    “Romeo,” I whisper. Slade pulls aside my panties and thrusts in, and I gasp, arching up, pressing my mouth against Romeo’s.
    He catches my face and kisses me hard, squeezing me. I begin to moan shamelessly, but then the car stops, and both men slowly release me. A door swings open and Hawthorne climbs out and stands apart, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

    The building we’re in front of looks like someplace where a super-villain might plot to destroy the world. It’s dark and ominous and completely unwelcoming.
    Of course this would be where Hawthorne maintains his office.
    As the four of us cross the lobby, one of the guards hastens to unlock the security turnstile. Another guard calls the elevator and pushes the button for the floor before quickly moving out of the way. He acts more like a servant than a guard, and I take it as proof that my assessment of Hawthorne as a heartless bastard is spot-on.
    The doors to the glass-paneled elevator whisper closed. Because of the reflections, the three men I’m with are multiplied.
    A half-dozen Hawthornes turn to face me. With jerky movements, they open their pants and reach inside. “Get on your knees and suck my dick.”
    I give the original Hawthorne a dirty look. “Suck your own dick.”
    Romeo’s large hands wrap around my arms, and he forces me to my knees. Slade is leaning up against one of the walls, his hands in his pockets. When our eyes meet, he raises an eyebrow as if to say Don’t look at me; I’m not going to do it.
    “Use your safe word if you want out,” Hawthorne says. “Then we can all go home.” His hand pulls out of his pants, and I see he’s got a thick, veiny cock in his grip. It’s fully erect.
    I smirk. “Since you’re so hot for me…” I trail off with a shrug, but then Hawthorne leans over.
    He grips up a handful of my hair and yanks my head back. “Let’s be clear about one thing. I’m going along with this only because my friends outvoted me. You decide you don’t want to be here? Then go. But if you keep giving me attitude, I’m going to punish you.”
    “How? Gonna dock my pay?” I ask, and Slade laughs.
    “And you wonder why I don’t think you’re right for us,” he says. He yanks my hair, making me squint, but I force myself to stare defiantly at him.
    “You want me to blow you, or are you feeling shy?”
    His skin is flushed red, and I see the veins in his neck are throbbing. He moves his face inches from mine. “When you can’t take any more, tap me three times and we can all go home.” He punches the emergency stop button and the elevator jerks to a halt.
    Then his hands are on the back of my head. I barely have time to open my mouth before he slams his fat cock down my throat. He’s