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hadn’t thought it was possible to climax just from listening, but she had almost done just that.
    Her good sense reminded her not to be stupid, not to do anything rash. She had always dreamed of a walk on the wild side, yes, but these two, they would have no mercy. She could see it in their eyes, in the way they claimed her with each word and look.
    She could get lost in them.
    And two men.
    At the same time.
    Her insides almost had a spasm at the thought, never mind the reality.
    She was alone with two dominant men, in a restaurant, wearing nothing but a body stocking, and standing next to a table full of sex toys.
    Megan ached all over, from shameless anticipation. The fingers of her right hand were cramping from her death-grip on the table.
    Sanity was probably overrated anyway, right?
    Walk away before it’s too late! screamed her brain.
    But her lips knew they were about to be kissed until she couldn’t breathe, until she couldn’t stand it, until she absolutely lost her mind.
    Her decision had nothing to do with rent, bonuses, or a job. She wanted them.
    So she said, “Stay.”

Chapter 7
    For a few long, torturous seconds, Nick and Sean didn’t say a word. They just stared at Megan until her heart hammered twice as hard. She felt like prey, fixed in the gaze of two bloodthirsty wolves.
    “Rules,” Nick’s voice was little more than a bass rasp. “What are your limits?”
    Rules? Megan glanced from him to Sean, then to the toys, and down at her own body suit. Limits? What kind of rules and limits applied to this situation?
    “She hasn’t played like this before,” Sean said, wonder and hunger competing in his tone. “She doesn’t know her limits.”
    Megan kept her chin up, not wanting to look weak or terrified even though she was shaking all over, and painfully aware of her hard nipples challenging the lace of her body stocking.
    Nick’s stare turned feral and more wolf-like than ever. His eyes practically gleamed. “Maybe she doesn’t have any limits.”
    Oh, God.
    “You need a safe word,” Sean told her. “Do you know what that is?”
    Megan nodded, then remembered she was supposed to answer out loud. “Yes. I—um, okay. I’ll use unicorn.”
    Unicorn? Damn . Did she really just say that? Megan knew she had to be turning an even brighter shade of red.
    The corners of Nick’s mouth twitched. “Unicorn, then. If you want this to end at any time, say that word. We’ll stop immediately, no matter what, and we’ll take you home.”
    “Thank you,” Megan said. She suddenly felt like a college student in front of the dean. Well, two very, very sexy deans. New heat flooded her, but not the embarrassed kind.
    “One more thing,” Nick said. “We play hard. Think you can handle it?”
    She had no idea what playing hard entailed, but something inside her wanted it. “Yes.” She found herself nodding. “I want to play hard.”
    Both men had a gleam like fire in their eyes.
    “Let your hair down,” Sean said, with no hint of his previous playfulness.
    Megan’s lips parted at the firmness of his command, but then, she had known that was coming, hadn’t she? These men weren’t soft and giving. They were hard and powerful and they wanted nothing short of total surrender.
    I could use my safe word.
    I could leave.
    She raised her hands and tugged at the knot of her hair. The heels and body suit made her breasts thrust forward, and she saw her own stone-hard nipples peeking over the body stocking’s lacy black bows.
    Her hair tumbled free down to her shoulders.
    Naughty girl…
    They let her stand like that for almost a whole minute, studying her like they could see right through the little bit of clothing she wore. Megan wanted to scoot the body stocking over her nipples, but she didn’t dare, not with the intensity on their faces.
    Nick gestured to the table behind her. “What did you bring to show us, Megan? We’d like our demonstration.”
    “I—I can’t. I—ooooh.” Megan fanned