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a beauty.” Dmitri stood in
front of her and watched all with those stirring dark eyes of his.
    He stepped forward, just inches away from her, and lifted
one hand to her shoulder. His touch was warm and knowing as he stroked one
finger under the spaghetti strap of the gown.
    “Her skin is as fine as silk,” he commented to Marc.
    “And as warm as sin,” Marc agreed from behind her.
    The way they talked about her made her feel hotter. It
didn’t make sense to her. She’d never enjoyed being talked about as if she was
an object, and she’d never been in an intimate situation with more than one man
in the room. Both things were making her squirm now though, and not in anger,
fear or humiliation. No, her reaction was far from any of that. If she was
honest, she’d admit she actually kind of liked it.
    “We’re going to make you feel so good,” Dmitri purred as he
lowered the strap he’d been fingering to slide down her shoulder.
    Marc sank behind her, repositioning his hands to smooth down
her legs. But the skirt of the gown was in the way. A tug and a loud rip made
her gasp as he tore the skirt off, leaving her clad only in the skimpy top and
the tiny g-string.
    His palms shaped the globes of her ass, dipping between to
search out the thin strip of elastic that was the back of her panties. She felt
another tug and then two more at either hip and the g-string was no more.
    Marc’s fangs scraped along the fleshy part of her ass while
Dmitri’s hands made short work of what was left of her top. She looked into
Dmitri’s eyes as he snapped the spaghetti straps as if they were straw, and he
stilled.
    “You are beautiful, ma petite , but I suspect you want
the Frenchman, n’est-ce pas ?” He leaned in with a heart stopping smile
and placed a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips.
    Dmitri stepped away as Marc rose behind her, licking his way
up her spine. She shivered as he stepped away, taking her by the hand and
leading her a few steps to the edge of the pillared bed.
    He spun her out as if they were waltzing, then drew her back
in to him so that they were face to face, chest to chest. Both men wore dark
pants and dark silk shirts. As she faced Marc, she wanted the shirt gone. She
didn’t want anything between her skin and his.
    She tugged at the silk of his shirt, and a second later it
was gone. It had disappeared like magic. She looked up to meet Marc’s laughing
eyes.
    “It is a dream, after all, mon amour . Whatever you
wish, you shall have.”
    The reminder that this was only a dream made her bold. She
rose up on tiptoe.
    “I want you, Marc.” She reached up and kissed him this time,
mating her lips to his as her breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. It was
heaven. Better than she’d ever expected. But it wasn’t enough.
    And try as she might to control Marc, even in her dream, he
seemed to dominate. His tongue dueled with hers in the most delicious way as
his hands roamed her bare body. His pants had disappeared as easily as his
shirt and she felt the evidence of his arousal against her skin. He was bigger
than she’d imagined and very, very hard.
    She liked that.
    Marc drew away from the kiss with seeming reluctance, only
to look down at her with fire in his eyes. He molded her bare breasts with his
hands, coaxing the hard tips to even tighter arousal as he whispered love words
in his native language. She wasn’t sure exactly what he said, but it sounded
divine.
    A warm presence at her back startled her until she
remembered Dmitri had been in her dream too. His hands ghosted down her waist,
one in front, one behind as Marc’s head dipped to nuzzle her breasts. Dmitri’s
fingers invaded her in front and in back, one sliding along her folds and
dipping slightly within, the other riding the crack of her ass, tickling and
teasing.
    “She is wet for us, Marc.” Dmitri’s voice rumbled over her
senses.
    His faint accent was sexy and coupled with Marc’s mouth
warming her nipples, the forbidden