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reddening face beginning to perspire. He’d shoot like a rocket the moment he slid inside me, so I looked at his girlfriend and decided she’d have to be the one to provide my pleasure. I wasn’t choosy. Girl or guy. I liked cunts and cocks equally.
    Only that was a bit of a lie.
    I loved one man’s cock above everything, but going there was too dangerous to consider. My stepbrother and I might share lovers, and now and then we might accidently kiss each other’s parts in passing as we drew pleasure from our orgies, but that’s all we could allow. Our professional relationship wasn’t something we could risk with something stupid like falling in love.
    When the blonde finished cloaking her friend, I patted the mattress and waited as she slid beneath me with her head at my pussy, her nicely shaved cunt beneath my mouth. Knowing Quinn would watch and get off on the visual, I bent and stuck out my tongue, letting him see it dance on her clit. I flicked and fluttered at it, then latched onto it with my lips, drawing again and again until it grew hard against my tongue and her moans filled the room. When her thighs quivered, I drew harder until she came.
    After a pause, her hands tightened on my hips, and she raised her head to lick at my seam, up and down, until the mattress gave behind me. Her friend gripped my ass as he centered his cock, nudging to find his way—me wriggling to help him target my entrance. When he pushed inside, I let my eyelids fall lazily down as I locked gazes with Quinn.
    For just a second, something dark entered his eyes. His jaw tightened, but when I moaned and began to move, shoving back to greet the cock thrusting inside me, his expression changed again. His eyelids dipped, and his breath quickened. The hand tangled in the blonde’s long hair fisted as he pumped upwards to take her mouth. He moved in short jerks, his breath growing harsh, his gaze boring into mine, all while he fucked the girl’s mouth.
    Watching him, I imagined his cock was the one pumping inside me. Our gazes lingered, and then I gave into the urge and leaned toward him, waiting as he raised his head. We shared a deep kiss. This was as much as we’d ever allowed—kisses, careful caresses—but this time, his fingers tugged the tip of my breast, pinching it hard, and I climaxed, accompanied by the shout of the male behind me as his hips slapped my bottom.
    As I swayed, my body slackening, tears began to fill my eyes. I knew the only reason I had become aroused, the only reason I came, was due to Quinn. I was in love with my brother. Always had been. These wild orgies provided me the cover to experience a taste of what making love with him could be.
    Quinn looked away, then gave a deep yawn. He pulled the girl off his cock and gave her a smile. “That was lovely, but we’ve an appointment.”
    “But it’s almost midnight,” she whined. Her hand slid around his cock and gave it a tug.
    Quinn’s gaze narrowed on her, and she slowly pulled her fingers away. “Sorry. I know you have important stuff to do.”
    The guy behind me had already pulled free. The girl beneath me edged off the bed. As they began to dress, Quinn and I sat on the mattress, our gazes not quite meeting as we watched each other from the corners of our eyes.
    But the silence stretched uncomfortably. I took a shaky breath. “I’m getting a quick shower. I want to work.”
    “Be quick. I’ll come with.”
    I gave a vague nod, happy he wanted to leave with me, and slid off the bed.
    * * * *
    The elevator doors slid closed. In one hand I held the Gideon’s bible—as though it would protect me from the emotions roiling inside me.
    Quinn reached out and closed his hand around mine, our fingers intertwined. My heart beat like a drum, because I relished the connection.
    “We can’t do this anymore.” Quinn released a deep breath.
    I turned to study his expression. His dark eyes were hooded by a frown.
    “Do what? Fuck groupies?”
    “Pretend it