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  Oh. They took her breath away. They were tall and muscular. One dark, one auburn. How they had changed. Matured. Become more handsome. More devastating. No photographer had captured their raw masculinity.

  No wonder women fell into their arms. Their bed.

  They were so different from the two young men she remembered. As boys, they had worn glasses. Bulky horn-rimmed ugly things. They had been pale. Thin. As teenagers, they had zoomed up to six feet or more. Still skinny when they went off to college, they had come home on vacations looking ropey. When Jo had last seen them, the day the moving van came to empty her family home, Gifford and Joshua Spencer had been young men with straight-A college transcripts, bright grad-school stipends, and only a hint of what they had become physically and professionally now. That day, they had crushed her close and kissed her with a lingering ardour that had broken her heart. That morning, the two of them had made hurried crazy love to her, tying her up for the last time, blowing her mind, pleasuring her body and destroying her for any other man.

  And now look at them.

  Giff stepped around the kitchen island, a champagne glass filled with sparkling bubbly out for her to grasp. His coal black hair swung long, straight and loose to his shoulders. The bronze of his tropical tan lit his eyes to a neon green.

  Her mouth watered. Her pussy gushed. His mouth drew her gaze. He used to eat her, sucking her clit with a sweet patience that made her scream. He would finger her, scrape his teeth over her nub and have her hips bucking like an untried filly. But then he would pluck her clit until she came and came again, then drive his long tongue up inside her core while she creamed all over his fingers and lips.

  How objective is that? She snapped to attention.

  His verdant gaze locked on hers as he approached, put the flute into her hand and hooked his arm around her waist. “Jesus, baby. You are a sight for sore eyes. More lovely than ever.”

  “I could say the same for you,” she admitted to him as he pressed her flat to his body and captured her mouth in a searing kiss.

  When he pulled away, she grabbed air. Her flesh tingled, her heart pounded, her cunt throbbed. Lost, she thought, and fought back from the edge of surrender. Do not to give in to this brazen attack.

  “My turn.” Josh was at her side. As tall, but brawnier than his brother, and gorgeously golden from the sun, he spun her from Giff’s embrace into his own and made her head swim with the scent of his cologne and the feel of his cock against her stomach. “We’ve waited too long for you, honey.”

  Me, too. She clutched at his T-shirt. Her balance was gone. Her expectation to yell at them for robbing her of her equipment gone up in smoke. And kisses.

  She pushed at his chest, chuckling in outrage and self-criticism. “Wait, wait. You can’t hustle me like this. I have work to do here. And—”

  “And we haven’t seen you in fourteen years,” Josh told her. “You think we don’t need time to get reacquainted?”

  “Not like this.” She found her footing and once more pulled at her white linen suit coat.

  “Oh, yeah.” Giff leaned in to plant his lips on the flesh just beneath her ear. “Exactly like this.”

  “You are tickling me.” She jerked away, but only wound up more closely in Josh’s arms.

  “We’ll do better than that, honey,” Josh told her, encouraging her to take a sip from her glass.

  “You will first tell me why you had your two goons take my camera and my laptop and my—”

  “We’re going to give you everything you need, Jo.” Giff turned her face to his, rubbed his thumb over her lower lip and dived in for another ravishing, mind-blowing kiss.

  “You…you took my suitcase, too.”

  Josh’s wonderful mouth hitched up on one side as he nibbled on her jaw. “We did.”

  “Why? What is the deal here? Does every woman who comes here find herself deprived of her makeup and her panties?”

  Both men laughed.

  “Not funny!”

  “No, honey,” Josh told her. “You are the only one to come with nothing but her beautiful body—”

  “And the personality we’ve loved since we were kids.”

  She was dizzy with the compliments. And the insane words. “I was not born yesterday, guys. You can’t mean that you’ve wanted me all these years.”

  “No?” Giff’s black brows rose incrementally. “Why not?”

  “That’s crazy!”

  “Is it?” Josh shot back.

  Dangerous to believe that. “What if I don’t want anything except the interview I asked you for?”

  “What if we don’t believe you?” Josh asked.

  “Why wouldn’t you?” Could they read her mind? Could they see she had come here to get laid for the first time in over a year? Could they smell her need for them? Her sopping wet pussy?

  “What if we want a whole lot more?” Giff’s bass voice bored into her soul, like sandpaper grinding against her better instinct to run from here.

  “Like what?” she demanded, grasping the insane possibility that they might want her on her back.

  “Take your clothes off, baby.” Giff grinned at her with a hot hard glint in those electric-green eyes that haunted her daydreams. “We want to welcome you the way you know we can do best.”

  Chapter Three

  She backed away, hand out, chuckling at the absurdity of this discussion. “Come on. Enough laughs. Let me drink this wonderful champagne and we can reminisce about old times.”

  Both men stalked her.

  Josh had a rogue’s grin on his lips. “We’d rather make new times.”

  “Keep going,” Giff said, grabbing her glass from her and setting it down on a table as they passed. “You’re headed in the right direction.”

  A frisson danced up her spine. She halted. Spun to look behind her. The walls curved, creating an opening into a deep space that held more shadows than light. Jo knew at once that they were walking into the men’s dungeon.

  She had heard only whispers about it. The swing. The suspension ropes. The whips and crops. When they had made love to her as a teenager, the Spencer brothers had owned none of this paraphernalia. They had used their talented tongues and generous lips to make her juicy and swollen and begging for more. They had used their incredibly thick cocks to drill her and fuck her until she had keened and throbbed and demanded they do her again. Now, facing them, she braced herself on her damn flimsy heels and challenged them. “You can’t force me.”

  “Won’t,” said Josh.

  “Ever,” said Giff.

  Jo jutted out her chin. “Good, then—”

  Both men were at her side, each one taking a hand. Then she heard a clink, clink, and looked down to see each man had claimed one of her wrists in a more permanent manner. “Handcuffs? You cannot be serious.”

  “Quite so, I’m afraid,” Giff said with a grim nod. “We’re not hard-asses.”

  “But we will persuade you.”

  As a unit, they turned within the darkened room.

  She had no option but to go with them. Blowing a gust of air, she ruffled her bangs and gave in to the fact that, for now, she was their captive. “Where did you get the bright idea I might even be remotely interested in this kind of hook-up?”

  As Josh hit a button in the wall inside the dungeon, the lights grew brighter. As if dawn broke, Jo could see each item on display and her heart beat in staccato at the sight of which ones she wanted to play with. A red leather table, straps at strategic points along both sides, was tall enough for viewing and screwing.

  “You like the décor, I see.” Giff nodded at Josh and they approached the dais where the brilliant thing beckoned to Jo’s inner wanton. He snapped open his own cuff and wheeled around to face her. “Take off your clothes.”

  She raised the arm bound to Josh and arched a brow at Giff. “Kind of tough, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Do what you can.” He gave her one of his lusty half grins. “I like to watch.”

 
; “I remember.” So well. The question is, who does he care to watch? “Which one shall I be? Cleopatra rolled before Caesar from a rug? A scantily dressed Josephine inviting Napoleon to her boudoir from her lover’s ballroom? Or the quivering maiden—?”

  “Stolen from her family by the nefarious highwayman,” Giff finished for her, his gaze drifting down to devour her body. “Do that. I always liked it because it was truer than the others. You were a maiden, a pretty, very succulent virgin when we took you the first time. You loved fucking then.”

  I loved you. “I did. But what good is that to you now? I’m…we all three are fourteen years older and wiser.” What sprang to her mind next was tinged with as much jealousy of other women as sexual hunger for them now. “Do you always play games when you have a woman here?”

  Giff flowed near to her, his nose skimming along her own, his lips tantalisingly close to hers. “We grew tired of other women ages ago.”

  Oh, to believe that one, she’d have to be dumb and blind. “Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

  Josh curved his arm around her and nibbled on her ear. “Let us prove it to you.”

  “Why should I?” she challenged him. Bad retort. What will they do now? Throw me out?

  “Because you need our story,” Josh replied.

  “Don’t you?” Giff pressed her.

  At his scepticism, she flinched from Josh’s embrace. Giff caught her and stilled her with a hand around her nape. “Do not back away, baby. We have a price for this interview.”

  “This is hardly an interview,” she scoffed with a wave of her hand at the dungeon.

  “Of course it is. Ours of you,” he told her, his words hard as concrete.

  “You don’t need me.”

  “Take off your clothes and let’s find out.”

  She swallowed hard and cursed herself because she knew Giff could feel her reluctance, if not see it too. “Uncuff me.” After all, where can I run to? Why would I want to?

  Freed, she flexed her fingers, buying time and hoping bravado would creep into her bloodstream. One look at Giff, glaring at her, daring her, and she melted like ice cream. He with his wicked eyes and massively beautiful body, the damn white T-shirt moulded to his pecs. His brother with that disturbing gilded aura to him, coming around to face her and stare her down.

  All right. For old times’ sake. She’d get what she’d fantasised about since they had accepted her proposal for the interview. They’d get what their investors said they needed to offer yet more money for their bold ideas. Useful, truthful portraits of the men who set eco-energy hearts aflutter worldwide. And mine, always mine.

  She tossed off her ridiculous stilettos. Good riddance. She hated them with a passion. The second her poor abused tootsies hit the floor, she audibly gushed with relief.

  “Never wear those again.” Giff bent, picked them up and threw them so they landed with two clunks in the far living room.

  She couldn’t stop the spurt of laughter that came out of her mouth.

  Giff waggled a finger at her expensive white linen suit. “The rest.”

  With one hand, she undid the buttons on her jacket. The front fell open and both men smiled. Lechers. “If you like lingerie so much, you should invest in it.”

  “Tell us the name of that designer,” Josh said with a leer at her nearly bare breasts, “and I’ll buy the whole damn company.”

  Giff crossed his arms, his forefinger and thumb rubbing his lower lip. “We’ll tell them you must be their only model.”

  She snorted, then shrugged out of her coat, letting it drift to the floor. Her ivory and pale pink bustier with delicate boning was a transparent number made of Tibetan silk. The sheerness of it belied its strength. Her plump girls sat up proud in the magnificent underwire. She was also certain the fabric displayed how pebbled her huge nipples were at this point in their…um…interview. “I need someone who understands I crave support.”

  “Forget those French designers, baby.” Giff reached out a hand to skim the plump tops of her 44Ds. “You’ve found the right men here for support.”

  “Go on.” Josh urged her to continue disrobing.

  This was a tough one. Once she slithered out of her skirt, they’d know so much more about her. How often she thought about them. Wanted them. Had prepared for them on the off chance that they might want to fuck her.

  Snapping the hook on her waistband, she unzipped in a flash. The linen fell in a heap. And there she stood in her plus-size body in her pale French froth and a matching white silk scrap over her newly waxed and trimmed pussy.

  Her eyes met Giff’s. His turned to an inferno of sexy evil fires. “Did a Brazilian before you came?”

  Her nipples grew diamond-hard at his question. “I left a landing strip.”

  “Like I used to shave for you?”

  “Do you still like them?” Or was I wrong to hope you’d want my pussy in your mouth? My clit under your tongue? Trembling, she yearned to run, but the appreciation she saw in Giff’s eyes rooted her to the floor.

  “On you?” He grinned. “I need to see it. Inspect it.”

  She bit the inside of her lower lip to keep from crying out for him to strip her.

  “Take your thong off.”

  With shaking hands, she rolled the tiny thing over her ample hips and stepped out of it.

  Josh sucked in air. “Lovely. Your black hair makes a pretty arrow to your pussy.”

  “The bustier,” Giff insisted with a snap of his fingers.

  She undid the front clasps. At once, her girls sprang free.

  And it was Giff’s turn to make an animal sound in the back of his throat.

  Josh picked up her clothes and walked away with them into the darkness.

  “Where is he going?” she asked, suddenly alarmed and insecure to be left alone with the man she had needed for most of her life.

  “Just to hang up your things.” Giff came forward and pressed his warm hands to her throat. “I need to touch you. You are so lovely, baby. And it has been too damn long since I felt you against my skin. Can I? Touch you?”

  Suddenly, he was asking? He had never been polite. Always dominant. She bit her quivering lower lip. “Please.”

  He sent his fingers over her shoulders, down her upper arms and along the curve of her hips. “You didn’t go on some jackass diet like so many women.”

  She shook her head, unable to breathe.

  He covered the globes of her ass with his open palms and her eyes closed. Her head fell back. He spread tiny kisses along her throat. “You still have the most gorgeous ass. I want to bite it.”

  “Do.”

  “Spank it.”

  “Oh.” Anticipating the sting and the pleasure of submitting to him, she snuggled closer to him. “I want you to bite me and lick me and whip me. Whatever you want.”

  He brushed his hands up along her waist and down her belly. “You’re so taut, baby. No belly. Big and buxom. A beautiful broad. And damn fit.”

  “Un-uh.” She rubbed her tits against his chest, the friction driving her appetite for him higher. “You taught me well.” Years ago after they had first fucked, he had insisted she do yoga and weights to build her shoulders and strengthen her back so that she could carry her breasts high and proud. She had never stopped, but built her agility and prowess with all kinds of physical fitness. Her strength would aid her here…if he decided to test her desire to remain his plaything.

  “You were a good pupil.” He bent her backward over his arm and rubbed his nose between the valley of her breasts. “I love these, darlin’.”

  Then she said what she never told other men who had less charm and took less care. “Show me.”

  “My pleasure.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she writhed at the pressure of his rough tongue. “They are so huge. I want my cock here, fucking your beautiful girls.”

  Cream slid down her thighs. Her cunt swelled with the urgent need to be filled by him. Her clit demanded her fingers. His tongue. His hands.
All of him. “I want you there. Want you everywhere.”

  He grabbed her jaw, zeroed in on her gaze. “Belonged to anyone else for more than a night?”

  “Not for years.”

  “Why not?”

  Oh, God. To tell him the truth would be her downfall.

  “Why not?”

  “No one was ever as clever or kind.”

  Chapter Four

  “Just what we needed to hear.” Josh’s voice, muffled, harsher than before, filled the air.

  A whip cracked. The air filled with the electricity of the leather.

  Jo shook, head to toe, but Giff still held her. He sank one hand into her shoulder-length hair and dragged her head back so that he could lick at the skin of her cleavage. At once, the lights came up. He lifted his head and she could see all the desire she’d ever dreamed of in Giff’s sultry eyes.

  “Mine,” Josh commanded as he yanked her from Giff’s embrace and set her body against his, her legs on either side of one of his. Her pussy, wet with want, slick against his thigh. He had donned a mask, only his hot icy blue eyes, nostrils and marvellous mouth bared by the black leather. His heavily muscled body bare to the waist, he bore the look of the highwayman Jo remembered from the many exciting times he had fucked her as her captor when she was a naïve but eager eighteen.

  She rubbed her juicy labia against his bulging thigh, summoning the fun and games of their first matings. “Oh, sir, I beg you,” she cooed, “do not take me from my coach. I travel to my aunt’s house where I must become her servant.”

  He sniffed. “And why should I spare you?”

  She cast a forearm across her brow and let her body relax into his support. “Because, sir, I am young and innocent of men.”