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were both wild stallions, she could tell.
                  She couldn’t help but imagine how amazing it might be to be ravaged by them. Their manly musk alone had almost been enough to send her over the edge. When she finally parked her car she was more than happy about it. Her legs had begun to tremble and a faint ache between her legs had started to surface.
                  Kate all but ran the stairs to her apartment and dashed inside. She stripped down, leaving clothing scattered through the living room and bathroom in her rush to get in the shower. She felt giddy and maybe a little overwhelmed in the best way. She wanted them. She wanted both of them but it seemed so out of reach.
                  Her own love life had not been the most impressive the last few years. She had men knocking down her door but she just wasn’t interested, if she was being honest. They were the same superficial assholes she had hated dealing with in high school. They were just interested now because she’d come into her own and had filled out nicely.
                  They also assumed she was easy because she was a dancer. There was a huge line between dancing because you loved it and dancing because you’re desperate for money. Kate hadn’t been desperate for money in a long time and she wasn’t easy. Of course she’d had a few flings here and there but as she got older (older being twenty five), she wasn’t interested in one night stands anymore. She wanted something stable but she wanted it to be with someone she adored, someone who completed her. It seemed that was asking too much.
                  As she stepped into the shower she let her mind wander, thinking about the two men in the office. She’d never been so overwhelmed with desire before and never so quickly. She bit her lip as the warm water ran down her body and dripped off her raven hair, circling the drain. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, imagining those beautiful men by the light of a fire.
                  She wasn’t sure why fire was the first thing that came to her mind, but it was. She imagined them tan and chiseled, speaking to her in their native tongues. She shivered a little as her hand came to her ample breasts, fingers brushing across her nipples as she let out a long, low whine, her cheeks flushing red. A whimper fell from her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned against the cold tile.
                  Her body flushed with heat as she imagined them surrounding her, their predatory gazes fixed on her exposed body. Marcus moved in closer, his lips brushing her neck as he blew a breath across the tender skin. She gasped and arched her back but she found herself trapped by Jean’s strong form. His hands ran down her arms a moment and came to rest at her hips as he pulled her close and caught her lips in a passionate kiss.
                  When they broke for air Marcus leaned in to steal a kiss as well, Jean’s naked cock hardening and pressing against her soft thigh as if pleading for permission. They lay her down on the warm fur rug, her back pressed to Jean’s chest.
                  She tilted her head up enough to catch his lips again, moaning softly and gasping Marcus’ name as his lips found one of her hardened nipples. He suckled eagerly but didn’t stay for long. He worked his way down, his fingers leaving a trail of heat down her body. They were both so damn warm.
                  Marcus nestled between her legs as Jean wrapped his arms around her body, his hands pressing against her chest so that he could toy with her nipples. Marcus busied himself, his tongue lapping at the bundle of sensitive nerves between her legs.
                  Loud desperate gasps left her lips and her legs began to tremble. Every time they would close on instinct, Marcus would force them apart, continuing to give attention to her