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tomboy she had been fifteen
years ago. She was adventurous only in business, not in…sex.
    True, she’d wanted more from Jeff in bed. She suggested more
than missionary. He’d refused. She had suggested oral. He had agreed to
blowjobs for himself, nothing for her. She’d offered anal. He cringed. Handcuffs?
No. He was stuck in his ordinary little world and his bland heaven.
    But now you are here and these three men have plans to
seduce you? And this house remodeling that cost thousands of dollars was done
to enchant a woman—or three?
    Absurd. What man does that?
    Evidently, they had.
    They have even gone to the trouble to buy verbena soap.
Could that be coincidental?
    “Cara.” Jed again, this time his rough voice more demanding.
Her nipples got hard at the sound of his urgency. Her pussy gushed with
appreciation of his gruffness.
    That too is ridiculous.
    “I do have a key to the lock, Cara. Open it now or I do it
myself.”
    Do it. Show me what you’re made of, MacRae.
    Oh who the hell was that talking?
    She heard the key in the lock and suddenly there he stood,
inside, closing the door and sinking back against it. His smoldering jade eyes
taking her in, warning her, mesmerizing her.
    “Listen to me, Cara.” He seemed to croon her name. Then he
took a step forward, slowly, one hand out to let her see he was controlled and
gentle. But insistent.
    “Wait, Jed.” She put out a hand. “Tell me about this.” She
indicated the sumptuous bath.
    He watched her as if he were a starving man. “What do you
want to know, baby?”
    Her cunt flooded at his endearment, her cream dribbling down
her thighs. She felt a tiny scream growing inside her chest. “Why did you
remodel the house?”
    “It needed it.”
    She shook her head. “Not good enough.”
    He took another step toward her. “We three like living
together, working together. It’s a damn big ranch and we need each other. So we
started to draw up plans to redo the main house nearly two years ago.”
    “So it’s big enough for three men and…and three wives.
Women,” she corrected herself.
    One step closer. “That was probably the original idea.”
    “And then?”
    “We began to give up hope of finding women who suited us.”
    She scoffed.“Incredible. What’s so hard to suit?”
    He gave her that bad-boy half-grin of his as he drew nearer.
“We have particular tastes.”
    “Like what?”
    His beautiful eyes ran down her body and back up to meet her
gaze. “We like our women five-six. Fits our six-foot-two frames well.”
    She waved a hand. “There must be thousands of five-foot-six
women out there.”
    “True. But few that have gorgeous big breasts with hips we
can hang on to, a small waist and a lovely oval face.”
    “There’s more to a woman than the packaging.” Jeff had
valued her for her looks but she wasn’t selling herself short on that basis
ever again. Any man she sought for one night or a lifetime had to prize her for
more than a pretty package.
    “True. We also appreciate that you are smart and ambitious.”
    “Don’t care for women who sit home all day and eat bonbons?”
    “Or the ones who can’t think beyond their next hair and nail
appointment.”
    “No Texas princesses for you?” she teased him, delighted at the
way he responded so readily to her barbs.
    Wincing, he nodded. “Did you know you are the only woman to
open a new shop in this town in more than five years?”
    “No. But there is a market in Texas for great lingerie.” She
waved a hand, her nerves showing, and she hated that. “Heck, American women
need sexy stuff.”
    “They certainly do. Men too. Me too.” He tipped his head
toward the kitchen. “And two others who’d like to buy some for the lady of
their choice.”
    “But they don’t seem to have one.” Okay, so that was
forward. But she was half-naked, horny and she had to be prickly, didn’t she?
She was no fast lay. “Do they?”
    “No. Neither do I. At least not unless I can interest you