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electric desire burst inside her. She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her pussy.
    Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.
    “That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”
    Claire pasted a hand over Tucker’s chest, absorbing the rumble of his words. She darted a glance at Christian to find his eyes hooded with longing, his hard jaw set and fists clenched as if struggling to keep from diving into the booth with them.
    Tucker drove his finger deep into her pussy, plunging it in and out twice then smearing the juices over her distended button. Pleasure surged, rushed in her ears. He circled her clit once…twice.
    Ground it against her body.
    And she spasmed. Digging her fingers into Tucker’s nape, she drew his mouth to hers as her pussy contracted wildly.
    All the time, she stared into Christian’s eyes.      
    Her head spun as she came back down to reality. Crash landed, actually, when the cook called her name from the back room.
    Tucker pulled his hand free and his mouth free and slid out of the booth. “I’ll handle this, baby doll.”
    A boneless lump still twitching with pleasure, Claire could do nothing more than watch her lover stride across the diner to intercept the cook.
    Claire met Christian’s dark, excited gaze. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
    Warmth shot to her heart, causing a blossom of sudden affection. She felt her smile spread. “So are you. So is he.” She jerked her jaw at the man that wicked up all of the life in the room.
    Christian swung his gaze toward the cowboy who was persuading the cook to take over the operation of the whole diner tonight, since it was so slow. “Yeah,” Christian said slowly, as if dumbstruck, “a man like that should have a warning label.”
     
     
    Tucker couldn’t get enough of her. Her silky skin against his, her plush lips, her glittering, dark eyes. Fuck, he was in too deep and there was nothing he could do about it right now. He couldn’t tear himself from her arms if he tried.
    Raising a boot, he kicked the bedroom door, sending it careening against the wall. For a second, he paused in the doorway with Claire in his arms. Holding her. Breathing her essence. Just breathing.
    Impossible to erase memories of Heather in his bed. Though he’d had other women here—shared them with Christian too—he’d never known emotion with anyone but Heather.
    Tonight might be the night.
    Shifting Claire’s weight, he stepped into the room. The plush carpet grabbed at the soles of his boots but offered no resistance. Hell, was there anything that might stop him from giving himself away again?
    Claire nuzzled Tucker’s throat, rubbing her delicate skin against his five o’clock shadow. She made a humming sound not unlike a kitten with a belly full of cream.
    Christian’s heat flamed over Tucker’s back as his friend drew up behind him. He could almost hear the man’s mind tick. Christian was waiting to see if Tucker would throw away this opportunity.
    Ducking his head, Tucker captured Claire’s lips. She tilted her face up to his, bliss punctuated in her dark, slanting brows. A slight tremor ran through her and into him. The warm fingers of that involuntary show of emotion wrapped around his heart.
    In two steps, he came up against the bed. Slowly, he bent and stretched her out on the smooth cotton coverlet. Then straightening, he stared at her. Her skin glowed against the backdrop of charcoal gray. Curls framed her face, corkscrews he longed to thread his fingers into, letting them tighten and hold him.
    As if he needed more reason to stay.
    He had more reasons to run.
    I’m sorry, Heather.
    Tucker crawled onto the bed with Claire and lowered his weight atop her body. Bracing himself on his elbows, he stared at her until she squirmed. Christian rotated