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mouth opened and closed like a guppy.
    He smiled and put his finger under her chin.
    “But…”
    “We both want you, if that isn’t obvious.”
    Oh my God! Two men at once?
    “I’m not saying that’s what we expect from you. When it happened before, it wasn’t necessarily planned. The women were open to a ménage.”
    “Ménage?”
    “Two men and one woman or two women and one guy. Either can be considered by that term. If you aren’t open to the thought, it’s okay. If you don’t want either of us, that’s okay, too. We won’t push you into anything, especially since you are still a married woman, although we’ve been with one or two of those, too.”
    “Good God, Brett! How many women have you and Ryan shared?”
    “Five total.”
    Her heart hammered at the suggestion. Could she? The whole thing intrigued her. “How does that work? I mean with body parts and all?”
    Scooting his chair closer, he trailed a finger down her arm. “Usually one guy in your pussy.”
    Holy shit! Wetness coated her underwear, and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning out loud.
    “And one in your mouth.” He slipped his finger over her lip. “Or in your ass.”
    Goose bumps puckered her skin.
    “Intrigued?”
    Her breath hitched. “I won’t sleep with you or anyone while I’m still married, Brett, no matter how exciting your suggestion sounds.”
    The fingers disappeared. “You wouldn’t be the woman I thought you were if you did.”

    * * * *

    Eric sat in his rental car outside the imposing house overlooking the hillside. He parked a half block away from the front gate and watched. No one had come or gone all day, and he’d begun to question whether Whitney was even there until he spotted her on the patio with the binoculars he kept on the seat next to him.
    Bitch. Why couldn’t she have just died like I’d planned? She always did have a way of ruining everything.
    A black pick-up truck pulled up to the gate, and the wrought iron swung in, allowing it to proceed inside before closing again.
    From what he’d been able to find out, the house belonged to one Doctor Brett Novak, who was Ryan O’Rourke’s cousin. Eric didn’t know exactly how he was going to get to Whitney, but at least he knew she was there. A dark-haired man carried her outside and put her in the chair, before sitting down next to her. He’d spotted her sitting with her leg propped up on the chair across from her. Eric ground his teeth together when she smiled at the guy.
    Picking up the binoculars again, he brought them to his eyes and looked at the concrete area where Whitney still sat, until the man in the truck stepped out there as well.
    The second guy bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
    “Cheating bitch. She’s probably sleeping with one or both of them.”
    His groin tightened, thinking about her tight little mouth going down on his cock while the other one watched. She always did have a talented mouth. Too bad her cunt left something to be desired. A nice tight ass always had been his preference, and he didn’t care if it belonged to another man or a woman. Whitney never let him even get close to her ass, much less let him fuck her until he split her in half. On the other hand, Maria and Mallory didn’t have the same aversion to being fucked there.
    I need to find me some bitch and get laid. I’m horny as hell now. I’ll take care of Whitney later. At least I know where she is, and I doubt she’ll be going anywhere for a while with a broken leg.
    Dropping the binoculars on the seat, he started the car and pulled out, heading back toward town. The hotel he and Whitney stayed would be off-limits now. He had to be careful. The hospital thought he’d come back to retrieve his wife. The hotel knew he’d checked out without her and taken her belongings with him. It had been imperative to keep the police from going through her things when they found her body.
    A maniacal smile lifted the corners of his mouth when he thought