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or little? She
wasn’t perfect. Who was? Still, Nikki liked how she looked. She’d never had any
body image problems, not even during her marriage to Ty, and didn’t want to
start now. What if she didn’t measure up to Connor’s artistic vision of what a
Wicked woman should look like?
    “You don’t want to do this,” Mitch warned.
    Oh hell. He didn’t think she’d measure up either?
    Nikki’s shoulders slumped. She thought about the faint scar
on her knee from a spill on her bike when she was ten. Would that count against
her? And what about the mole near her navel? Did they expect flawless skin? Did
anyone have that? There were always moles, marks, freckles. Oh shit, her
freckles. She’d never been crazy about them, but thankfully they were only
across the bridge of her nose hidden beneath her makeup.
    Had Connor and Mitch remembered them? Could they see the
freckles beneath her foundation? Was that going to make them say no? Would she
leave here without a job? What would she tell her parents? What would they—
    Hold it—screw this. She needed to work and by God she was
going to do it at Mitch and Connor’s club. She might not be movie star
gorgeous, but she was damn attractive. Her effect on both brothers was clearly
evident behind their flies. From the brief glimpses she’d managed, Nikki sensed
their thick, hard cocks were competing with each other, trying to prove which
man could fuck her raw.
    That would come later with each of them, she hoped.
    Nikki rested her hand on Mitch’s arm. His muscles bunched,
their solid bulk and his heated skin sending ribbons of desire through her. She
saw the same longing in his hooded eyes.
    “Yeah, I do want this,” she said, leaving no room for
argument, then spoke to them both. “I’ll be more than happy to strip for you.”
    Eager in fact. She’d waited fifteen years for this moment
and she was going to give them quite a show.

Chapter Two
     
    She was actually going to do this.
    Mitch couldn’t believe it. Transfixed, he watched Nikki
release the top button on her blouse. The rich blue silk folded back, creating
a deeper V that dipped toward her cleavage.
    She inhaled slowly. To calm herself? To gather strength?
Mitch hadn’t a clue. With the next button freed, the fabric fluttered away from
her body, creating shimmering waves of color that rippled over the swell of her
lush breasts and taut nipples.
    He swallowed, his mind going places it shouldn’t—the faint
saltiness of those rigid peaks on his tongue, his mouth drawing them deeper
inside, suckling hard while his hands roamed her naked ass and between her
thighs, his fingers reaching her damp slit, slippery with arousal, hot and
ready for him.
    Yeah, I want to do this, she’d said.
    With more resolve than Mitch would’ve guessed he owned, he
wrapped his hand around Nikki’s wrist, stopping her.
    She regarded him questioningly, her vulnerable expression
tearing away all of his barriers, her satiny skin and magnolia scent making his
cock stand at attention. If his balls got any tighter, he’d be in serious pain.
Physical as well as mental. He should have brought his hand back, but couldn’t,
driven to touch her, convincing himself she was real. That she’d actually
returned.
    She appeared far younger than twenty-nine, more like the
girl he’d fallen in love with so effortlessly, so foolishly. Back then, Mitch
had told Nikki about his dream to run a business—maybe a pizza parlor if he was
very lucky—so he, Connor and their grandmother would finally have enough to
eat. He’d confessed his worry that he might not be good enough to succeed,
revealing nearly all of his fears, stuff he hadn’t even shared with Connor.
He’d given his ego to her for safekeeping and look where that had led. Much of
him still regretted how easily he’d trusted, while a part had never quite given
up on her. Nikki had done a good enough job of that.
    Her most recent news photos had shown a woman shamed and
frightened