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relieve all of their most pressing carnal needs without risking the messy emotional entanglements that came with one-on-one sex.
    “So how do you bring up something like that to a girl like her?” he asked.
    “Maybe Mandy would send us a letter of reference.”
    Brent grinned. “Or Hake.”
    “Or Hake,” Joe acknowledged with a gleam in his eye. “Or we could just hand her a copy of Carnal Deliverance and say, ‘This is us. Interested?’”
    “Smooth but a little sleazy.”
    “Okay, then we’ll just have to ask her straight out, I guess. The worst she can do is slap our faces and tell us to fuck off.”
    “Or hit the road.” Brent frowned. “She’d probably be too uncomfortable to stay on after a proposition like that.”
    “It might be for the best if we can’t work something out.”
    “Best for who? She needs the money and we can’t afford to lose a good hand.” He shook his head. “No, we can’t let her walk away. We’ll just have to make sure she wants what we want.”
    When their waitress walked by again, he flagged her down with a grin. “Can we get that pizza to go?”
     
     
    AJ scowled as the clatter of Brent Andersen’s diesel engine died away. Damn, damn, damn! There went her primary source of evening entertainment. Reading erotic books with Joe and Brent in the room was the most reckless thing she’d ever done, and she looked forward to it more than just about anything in her life at the moment. Their presence ratcheted up the titillation factor of even the tamest book exponentially, and every sentence she read was a walk on the razor’s edge between fear and perverse anticipation. What would they do if she betrayed herself by blushing or breathing heavily, or even having an orgasm?
    Which of course she wouldn’t because she was too disciplined for that. But it was amusing—not to mention both appalling and arousing—to imagine.
    And really, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that she could accidentally come from pressing her thighs together. More than once since she’d moved in with them, she’d woken having an orgasm and lain there in horrified stillness until Joe’s snores reassured her that she hadn’t cried out.
    Now that they knew what kind of books she enjoyed, she’d never be able to read around them again for fear they’d ferret out even more of her secrets.
    AJ rolled her eyes. Like Brent and Joe would even care about her secrets.
    After staring at the same page for twenty minutes, she finally gave up and shut down her laptop. Might as well save the last three chapters of Amanda Garrity’s Carnal Vengeance for a night when she wasn’t so distracted and get on with her other favorite forbidden entertainment while she still had the camper to herself. She stood up and stretched, and then turned off the TV. Ordinarily she’d leave it on as cover, but tonight the wind had picked up enough that no one walking by the camper would hear her if she accidentally cried out.
    Stepping into the cramped bunkroom she shared with Joe Remke, she checked to make sure the blinds were closed tight before stripping out of her sweatshirt, jeans and underwear. The socks stayed on—it was too damn cold in here already.
    Then she opened Joe’s cupboard with trembling hands and pulled one of his dirty T-shirts from the mesh laundry hamper at the bottom. Holding it to her nose, she sucked in a deep breath and just about had an orgasm. Detergent, sweat, soil, grease… It was a real man’s shirt, and wearing it was about as close as she was likely to get to having a real man against her breasts, much less between her legs, anytime soon.
    “You’ve got to stop doing this,” she muttered. But she wouldn’t and she knew it, especially now that it was the only shameful thrill left to her.
    She pulled the navy tee over her head and, biting her lip, turned to look at herself in the mirror over her dresser. Oh, yeah. Joe was a large, powerful man and his shirt swallowed her. She