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had no idea how sensual and provocative her target would be.
    The lace of her panties slid off her backside, lowering to reveal her pulsing core. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she enjoyed the sensation of the flowing air. Marco drew her away from the wall, and she stiffened when soft fabric caressed her bare bottom.
    “Marco? What—”
    “You’ve failed.” The baritone voice murmuring in her ear was not Marco’s. A strong hand cupped her buttocks, and she felt a ramrod heat searing her from behind.
    She looked up at her lover, her enemy. A smile played on his lips but didn’t reach his eyes. He groaned in need and looked beyond her.
    “What should we do with her, Gene?”
    The photographer didn’t answer but buried his face in her chestnut locks, inhaling deeply. His erection jutted up against her, making her quiver with a mixture of need and excitement.
    “Gene, Marco,” she breathed, “what is this?”
    The man behind her straightened, and she protested as his heat left her body. She thrust out her ass to connect with him again, even as he began to speak.
    “Graciela Merced, you have failed your initiation. A spy must be ruthless, seductive but not yielding. You are far too supple, too giving, to work for our operation.” His voice faltered over the adjectives.
    She could tell she was affecting his ability to think clearly. She rubbed up against him and sighed before asking, “So, Marco is not my enemy?”
    Gene leaned down to kiss her neck, her collarbone, while Marco trailed his hands down her tight stomach with the lightest of touches. The simultaneous sensations caused her to tremble from the inside out.
    “I’d say we’re both your enemy,” Marco whispered, his dark eyes flashing up at her as he took her cloth-covered breast into his mouth. She strained against his lips, and he teased with his teeth until Grace was writhing against him.
    Gene slipped his hand down her thigh, and she gasped as a single finger entered her in one fluid motion. “Or both your friend,” Gene said, pushing his digit farther into her.
    She didn’t understand what was going on, or what would become of her, but in that instant, she didn’t care. They’d probably kill her after this. She held their secrets, and she’d failed them. The only things that weren’t failing right now were her bronze skin, her supple lips and her generous backside. Her mind was screaming for answers, but she shut it off, choosing instead to listen to her body, which was screaming for the touches of the two men about whom she’d fantasized for weeks. She reached one hand around Marco’s thick neck, pulling him up to her for a searing, wrenching kiss. Her other arm wound its way to the front of Gene’s waist, angling him toward her again. She fumbled at his buttons, which she could not see. He growled and pushed her hand away. A moment later the sound of fabric hitting the hardwood floor reached her ears. Marco thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, tangling her hair in his hands. She undid the top of his pants, and those, too, fell to the floor.
    There was nothing between her and the two sexy secret agents aside from her lacy stockings. One hot cock pressed up against her abdomen, another tantalized her lower back, sex mirroring life as she went back and forth between the two of them.
    Marco reached around her to caress Gene’s shoulder, and the man behind her made a guttural sound in the back of his throat, squeezing Grace between them even tighter as he lunged at the agent in front of her. The two shared a kiss filled with raw passion, and as Grace watched, she felt liquid heat gathering at her center, dripping down her inner leg.
    “Are you two…?” Her voice trailed off as Gene broke from the kiss and knelt behind her. He rummaged in his discarded pants’ pockets.
    Marco tipped up her chin, forcing her to look at him, and took her mouth in a demanding rush. He tore away from her as quickly as he’d attacked and