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her back and reached for Mark with her arms and Brent with her legs. Their simultaneous groans rippled through her. Brent cradled her hips and eased his cock into her. Mark knelt astride her head and slid forward as he sank his erection between her lips and aimed for her clit. His cock muffed her groan when Mark rolled her clit between his lips.
    Brent's hands cushioned her hips against his pounding thrusts. They writhed into each other as the voices came closer. The lights made it impossible to hide. But then, their muffled sounds of sex would have already given them away. Though Mark's smooth scrotum made a lovely target bouncing over her face, Lydia clutched his thighs, closed her eyes, and gave in to the pleasure. They'd have time for leisurely play later. She'd make sure of it.
    "This wasn't how we planned it.” Brent grunted with each thrust. “I still want to paddle your ass."
    God, she wanted it, too. She groaned in response, the sound muffled around Mark's cock. Mark locked his lips around her clit and sucked her orgasm to its peak.
    There was a millisecond they were all suspended. Then the climax rushed in and their shudders threatened to create the cave-in Lydia feared.
    They sagged into the aftermath, each dragging in pants for breath. There was little time to enjoy the after-bliss. In seconds, they'd have company.
    Mark scrambled for his clothing; Brent to dispose of the spent condom in a zipped plastic bag before he, too, grabbed his clothes. Lydia could barely get her arms and legs moving. Her mind was more focused on the toys lying on the table. Naked as the day she was born, she raked them into the blanket and started to fold it. Brent yanked it from her hands, scattering the objects, and tossed the blanket around her body at the same time two couples walked into their niche.
    "This is a private gathering.” Mark blocked their view of the toys. His French was flawless. “We've paid for the space."
    The couples passed a gaze over them. One of the males grinned. “We don't mind sharing."
    "We do.” Brent's French was not so flawless, but his voice threatened thunderstorms and it was enough to make up for any inadequacies.
    Lydia wasn't sure how she felt about the hint of possession in his words. She nearly laughed aloud for thinking it was more than it was. Brent would be referring to the room, not her. Still, there was a measure of satisfaction in seeing the interlopers flash a respectful glance her way before they walked off in search of another rendezvous point.
    Fantasy of being taken sexually by strangers was one thing; not having control over it quite another. It would be a scene for another day. And there would definitely be other days. Now that she'd gotten a taste of the lifestyle she'd longed for, Lydia wasn't about to let it go. She wanted more. And she wanted it now.
    Brent and Mark breathed a collective sigh when the couples left and their voices faded into nothingness. Lydia still buzzed from the orgasm and could barely think straight.
    "I'm ready to take this elsewhere,” she managed to say.
    "I agree.” Brent parted the blanket, using it as a shield against anyone else who might slink by. “Get dressed."
    She did so quickly, mindful of Mark gathering the tools of play into a brown leather pouch and stuffing everything into the duffel. There was still the trip out to worry about—the dark and her mild claustrophobia. It didn't seem so bad now, with them. Hand gripped first in Brent's and then Mark's, Lydia kept thinking in ... out and remembering the feel of them doing just that to her—thrusting, possessing. The memory got her to the surface and fresh air.
    She hauled in a breath and then another. Her knees shook. Hell, her whole body shook. Mark's arm around her waist kept her upright. She nodded, indicating she was all right.
    "My place or yours?” she asked with a smile.
    "Neither for the time being.” Brent looped an arm around her shoulders. “There's still more for you."
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