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chat. She had to admit, she liked his sexy smooth chin, blazing
green eyes and amazing body. Yes, she’d got glimpses of that gorgeous stunning
body when he’d come out of the pool. Unlike Blake, Walker didn’t seem to mind
mixing his personal life with his work and had no shame in stripping off and
joining her for a swim. Many nights, she’d dream of just wrapping her legs
around him and riding him until she exploded. And some nights, Blake turned up
in her dreams, dark and brooding. He would be angry at first and then turned
on. Then he would tie her up and both he and Walker would deliver a sound
punishment.
    She
licked her lips and drew in a breath as the photographer prompted her. God, she
was losing it.
    Relieved
when the photographer called it a wrap, Ebony stretched her aching muscles and
headed for the dressing room. One of the assistants helped her out of her dress
and pulled apart the elaborate 40’s style hairdo. She was standing in her black
lace underwear when Blake barged into the room. He froze, his dark gaze tracing
her body. Her nipples peaked against the thin lace and goosebumps danced across
her skin. His nostrils flared. There, just beneath that expressionless face,
was a glimmer of something.
    Desire.
    She
gulped and forced herself to face him head on, hands on her hips. “Yes, Blake?”
    “We
need to move. Security said they saw a suspicious vehicle. I don’t want to take
any chances.”
    “Ok,
give me two secs.”
    Hastily,
she thrust her legs into her jeans and yanked on her stomach baring top. The
whole time she felt Blake’s gaze on her and it sent thrills spiralling through
her, straight to her pussy. She fluffed out her hair, keeping her head lowered
so as to avoid looking at him. If he looked carefully, surely he’d see how much
she wanted him. Ebony concentrated on taking calm, quiet breaths.
    “Come
on then,” she mumbled as she shrugged into a light jacket.
    Blake
hooked a hand around her elbow, his fingers warm through the cotton of her
sleeve. Her heart pounded—not from fear but from the desire to have those
fingers elsewhere. Skimming over her breasts perhaps or dipping between her
thighs. Curving over her arse and spreading her for him. Then Walker came to
her side, his hand on her other elbow and her simmering desire turned to molten
lust. All her imaginings seemed to combust in her mind.
    “Out
the back,” Walker told Blake. “The car is waiting. I’ve already scoped the area
out.”
    “Good.”
    They
led her out through the back of the studio, pushing open a heavy fire door that
led to a narrow alleyway. Red brick buildings rose up around them. Suddenly a
bang rang out and Ebony found herself slammed against the brick, the breath
knocked from her. Both Walker and Blake had her pinned, their hard chests pushing
against one breast each.
    She
pressed a hand against both of them but there was no moving them. She was
trapped by walls of muscle. Eyes wide, she took in their intent looks as they
listened, eyes narrowed, jaws tense. She’d never wanted them so badly. One
blond, one dark. Both sexy as hell.
    “Just
a car,” Walker concluded. “Backfiring.”
    Blake
nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He turned to look at Ebony. “You okay?”
    Mouth
open, she tried to form a response but nothing came. His pupils darkened and he
had to feel the point of her nipple pressing against him. She swallowed. He
did, if the hardening arousal pressing against her thigh was anything to go by.
    If
happened slowly, yet almost too soon. She wasn’t quite prepared. Blake lowered
his head and took her lips in a hard kiss. And before she could even register
the sensation of Blake’s lips on hers, a second set pressed against the exposed
side of her neck.
    Walker.
    She
gasped against Blake’s mouth and he used the moment to thrust his tongue into
her mouth. Ebony tangled hers eagerly with him while Walker’s skimmed a hand
down to cup her rear. They seemed to move in some perfectly