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you how much we appreciate your beauty, both inner and outer.” His hands whispered over her much in the same way his voice did.
    She trembled, whether in anxiety or excitement, she wasn’t sure. “A dungeon?”
    “Yes, Onalee, a dungeon. Do you have any experience in this realm?” Jack asked her while Caleb was setting things into order.
    She licked her suddenly dry lips. “BDSM? No, not really.”
    “Ménages?”
    “No.” She shook her head as she tried to grasp the situation. Were they really going to use all the equipment on her? Would they tie her up and spank her? She didn’t see any floggers or whips, so she couldn’t imagine they would.
    “I need you to think of a safe word in case you’re too uncomfortable with something we plan to do to you.” He tugged his shirt out of his pants and tossed it across the room. His naked, hairy chest had her drooling. “We may test limits you didn’t know you had, but we’d rather you use the safe word than freak out on us.”
    Nodding her understanding, she thought for a couple of seconds. “Chef? Will that work?”
    “That’s a great one, considering our industry. Do you know how to address your Doms, Onalee?” Caleb was back, shirtless as well. Golden-brown hair formed a diamond across his chest and narrowed down to disappear under the belt of his jeans. Tawny eyes held hers in their grip. “You will address us as sir or master. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir,” she sighed. Oh, heaven help her, they were really going to do this…with her? It was like every naughty dream and fantasy she’d ever had. She waited eagerly to see what they would do next.
    “Strip for us,” Jack commanded.
    “Slowly,” Caleb added.
    She was ready to end it right then and there. Naked under the watchful gazes of two gorgeous men? The very idea had her ready to leave. As she watched them, she noticed that they didn’t seem to find the situation humorous at all. Their gazes were lusty, as if they actually wanted to see her naked.
    She kicked off her shoes and socks. That part was easy, she thought with a smile. Shaking hands unfastened the buttons on her jeans, and she wiggled them off slowly then tossed them onto her shoes. Her shirt covered her from her neck to her bottom. She hesitated.
    “Now, Onalee. You’re doing wonderful.”
    “Yeah, I want to see those luscious tits. I”—Caleb nodded to his friend—“didn’t get a sneak peek like Jackson did.”
    Their eyes were making her hot. She slowly raised the shirt up over her generous hips then yanked it off and tossed it on top of her jeans. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra but didn’t take it off. Her eyes locked on them as she gradually slid her arms out of the straps but left the cups in place.
    “Dammit, Onalee. Take it off,” Caleb demanded as he stepped closer to her, ready and willing to help her if he needed to.
    She let the bra slither to the ground as her naturally large breasts swung forward. While big, her breasts were still perky. Her nipples were hard enough to cut steel right now. Her fingers edged under the strings on each side of her thong, and after she eased it off of her hips, it fluttered to the floor. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by her nudity.
    “You’re so beautiful.” She wasn’t sure which one spoke, but she thought it was Caleb. Both men were walking around her, checking her for flaws, she assumed. Strong arms wrapped around her, and large hands cupped her breasts. Lean fingers gently stroked her nipples as Caleb came closer. His lips attached to one of the hard tips. Hot suction went straight to her clit.
    “Let me move her to the bed,” Jackson whispered before he lifted her up into his arms. His steps were quick and sure before he gently laid her down. Each man crawled in beside her. A mouth attached to each nipple. Her cry caught in her throat as her hands clasped their heads closer. Teeth nibbled and tongues flicked over and over again.
    Jackson moved