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witch that came near you, but still.” She sighed. “It seems only fair to give you a chance if you want it.”
    “We want you,” Rashon said, speaking for both of them. He pushed his plate away. “You promised us a night.”
    “I did. And I want it. But—”
    Rashon leaned forward, cutting off her words. “Tonight is that night, Amarie. I think it’s time to show you how much we want you.”
    “Oh.” Her eyes widened. “But Kurik’s cake...?”
    Kurik pulled the bowl of extra frosting closer. Capturing her gaze, he slowly scooped up a finger’s full of the decadent confection. Her lips parted to take his offering, and as much as he would have enjoyed the sensation of her sucking on him, he had other ideas.
    He leaned forward, drew a line of chocolate frosting down the hollow between her breasts. “Ah, damn, I’ve got frosting on you. Rashon, can you help me out?”
    “My pleasure.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    Finally.
    Amarie held her breath as Rashon made quick work of the few buttons that held Kurik’s shirt together across her breasts. A shiver slid down her back as the silk slid off her shoulders. For a long moment, he sat frozen, seemingly transfixed by the sight of her nipples pebbling beneath his intense gaze.
    She leaned forward, offering herself to him. Spell broken, he cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, his thumbs lightly brushed over the tightened peaks. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as she moaned, a fierce and sudden pleasure spiking through her blood.
    The moan sped up into a gasp as Rashon’s tongue dipped into her cleavage, lapping at the chocolate softening on her heated skin. She looked up in time to see Kurik scoop up more of the dark frosting. His eyes glinted with wicked intensity as he slowly marked both sides of her throat.
    Moving together, the men pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck, sending pulses of sensation racing to her sex. Her head fell back, giving them better access. Lost in the dual sensations of their mouths moving over her throat, she only dimly registered her shirt being removed as they gently guided her back and down amongst the pile of pillows.
    They reclined beside her, each one cupping the soft globes of her breasts. “I don’t think we need chocolate here,” Rashon murmured. “She’s sweet enough as it is.”
    “Yeah. So sweet.” Kurik’s hand was larger than Rashon’s but just as adept at plucking a response from her as each simultaneously tweaked her nipples before easing the double sting with warm wet sweeps of their tongues.
    “Gods,” Amarie cried, back arching as pleasure spiraled through her. Her legs moved in a restless motion, her hands reaching up to splay in their hair, holding their heads in place against her. Rashon nipped at the soft underside of her breasts, a flash of pleasurable pain.
    She gasped and pushed up, wanting more, needing more. Their decadent attention was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she reveled in it.
    Kurik shifted upward, his lips grazing her throat before he claimed her mouth with a series of tantalizing kisses that made her feel drugged. Desperate to hold on, she clutched at his back, her nails meeting cotton instead of flesh. “You’re still dressed!”
    He chuckled. “Pure self-defense. We want to take care of you first.”
    Rashon raised his head, his dark eyes glittering with desire. “We want this to be good for you, love.”
    She squirmed with pleasure at the casual way he said the endearment. Rashon had never been shy with his affections, but hearing the word now, in this context, made her heart trip over itself. “It is good,” she managed to say as he continued to stroke and kiss her skin. “Almost too good.”
    Kurik grinned. “Not yet. We’ve only just begun.”
    Without a word, they switched places: Rashon plundering her mouth as Kurik suckled her aching breasts. She fell into the sensual wave again, surfing on a churning tide of need, of wanting more. As if reading her mind,