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the rest of the evening refreshing your memory, making you scream so loudly you wake your neighbors.” He tugged on her shorts. “I could have this off you in less than a minute and bury my face between your thighs until you forget all about Audrey. And I’m sure Henry would love to find out if you’re still as talented with your mouth as we both remember.”
    Henry’s groan merged with Holly’s. Peter understood exactly what he was doing, how much harder he was making it—and himself—by continuing, but he couldn’t back down now. He wouldn’t. “There are so many things we could do to you, Holly, and if you’d just asked us for sex—for a walk down memory lane—that’s what you would have gotten. But you didn’t.”
    “She didn’t?” Henry swore again from his perch on the couch.
    “No. She didn’t,” Peter assured him with an undercurrent of warning. “Holly said it herself. We have well-deserved reputations. This is an opportunity to put all the knowledge we’ve accumulated to the best possible use. By the time the summer is over, Holly will have enough material to write a definitive work on the subject. Three months of graphic, hands-on empirical data she will never forget, as long as we do it right. We’ll have to be discreet, in our pal Tracy’s full meaning of the word, but I think it’s the least we can do for our old friend from college, don’t you?”
    “The very fucking least.”
    Holly shifted in her seat at Henry’s response, her hands clutching her drink to her chest as if it were a protective talisman. “Three months is kind of a big commitment for the two of you, isn’t it?” she asked hesitantly, still unsure of his motives. “Considering those reputations, are you sure about that timeline?”
    “Do you still want us, Holly?” She gasped and his grip tightened on her legs. “You said you wanted our help. If you truly do, this is one of my conditions.”
    He heard Henry get up off the couch and move toward them. “Not to barge into these fascinating negotiations, Peter, but I have a suggestion.”
    “Yes?”
    “I think she needs a sample. It has been a while, and an incentive might remind her how qualified we are.”
    Peter’s smile was hard as he picked Holly up into his arms and followed Henry toward the only hallway in the house. “I’ll give you that one. This plan I like.”
    Henry found her bedroom and Peter carried her through the door. He could feel her watching him and he forced himself to stay in control.
    “Just a sample, Henry,” he warned. “No one gets more than that until we’ve come to an agreement.”
    He set her on the bed, and when her head touched her pillow, she caught his eye. “You’re bossier than I remembered. I like it.”
    “You have no idea.” He gripped her wrists and took her arms off his shoulders, placing them above her head. “You are also entirely too relaxed. Don’t lower your hands, Holly. Not unless you want us to stop.”
    Her eyes widened and she looked down toward the foot of the bed as Henry took off her flats, undid her shorts and dragged them down her legs. “Okay,” she whispered. “You mentioned conditions. Plural. Other than the time limit, what are they?”
    Peter wanted to respond but found himself distracted by the small skulls and hearts on her underwear. “Henry…”
    “Her shirt. I’m on it.” His friend’s rasp was more pronounced and Peter knew the restraint was difficult for him. Henry wasn’t used to delayed gratification. Not anymore.
    “No,” Peter replied softly. “Leave her shirt on this time. You haven’t kissed her yet.”
    “I haven’t, have I?” Henry tore off his own shirt, toed off his heavy boots and crawled onto the bed beside Holly with a playful, impatient smile. “I need to fix that. Hello again, Holly.”
    “Hello, Henry.”
    Peter watched Holly grip the base of her headboard when Henry lowered his mouth to hers. They both melted into the kiss and he clenched his