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A hot bath, some hot thoughts, perhaps a quick but hot finger-fuck and maybe she'd relax. She needed to forget the idea of sex with Christopher and Jason. They were her co-workers, for God's sake. She might need affirmation that she was still a sensual woman, but not with them. Trouble was, she didn't really want anyone else, even if it was career suicide.

She just needed to keep this obsession to herself. They didn't need to know.

Four hours in a car with them was about three hours fifty-five minutes too long. Their presence had seemed to fill the vehicle while their scents... Their colognes were different yet similar with woodsy under-notes which mixed with their natural aromas to knock her off balance. It was such an intoxicating blend of...man. Her sex throbbed as she recalled it. Her ex's scent had never spurred such arousal. It was namby pamby at best and didn't inspire thoughts of being dragged up against a warm, hard chest. Or two.

She grinned. She was so bad, imagining both Christopher and Jason at once. Fucking the two of them had been the theme of her fantasies for months and she didn't reckon that would change any time soon. There was something decidedly naughty about the idea of taking her pleasure with two men...but the fact that they were both ten years her junior titillated her senses beyond reason. She chuckled. In her dreams they could be her boy toys.

Mmm...yeah. Her own personal boy toys ripe for her bidding. She liked that.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt. Her eyes drifted shut as she thought of Jason, his intent chocolate brown eyes filled with passion as he reached for her while Christopher reached for his fly. Jason would be the unbuttoning type. Christopher would be a ripper. Since she didn't want to ruin her blouse, she went with the least destructive.

His fingers would graze her breasts as he slowly pushed one pearlised button after another through the holes. Her breath caught as knuckles brushed her skin. Her nipples tightened without being touched and suddenly her lacy, underwire bra seemed too tight. A sigh trembled from between her lips as her top slipped down her arms and floated to the bathroom's tiled floor to land beside the skirt she'd discarded earlier.

Moisture flooded her pussy, lubricating the folds she'd soon caress. Moaning, she cupped her breasts enclosed in Victoria's Secret's finest. Sexy lingerie was her secret indulgence and one she'd never fed when she'd been with her ex. He didn't care what she wore...she did. Now she bought what she wanted and what she wanted was naughty panties and bras. No one else saw them but they made her feel good.

Her cream seeped into the silk over her sex as she imagined her boy toys seeing what she wore beneath her suits. One hand drifted down over her slightly rounded belly. She ran her palm over the garter holding up her stocking. Christopher would kneel in front of her and run his hands over her silk encased legs. Of the two, he was the more tactile. She'd nearly gone through the roof when he'd put his hand on her back earlier. Only a bite to the inside of her lip had stopped a moan and the urge to beg him to slide his hand south.

She did moan now as she tormented her nipple with one hand and pushed the fingers of the other beneath her satin and lace panties. Sensations shot between her breasts and pussy, making her thighs tremble. The muscled in her abdomen tightened as heat coiled in her womb and her body readied for an impending explosion.

Not yet. She wanted this to last. She wanted to be so sated that she wouldn't think of Jason and Christopher for a few hours. Like that would happen...but she happily deluded herself while she slipped her fingers through her nether curls. Her folds were slippery as she leisurely stroked through them turned on by how turned on she was. She flicked over her clit, shuddering as lightning surged through her.

She jumped as a knock rattled on her door. She struggled from the sexual haze which had enveloped her. Spinning, she spied the white courtesy robe left out by the hotel's housekeeping. Slipping into the voluminous garment, she tied the belt tightly around her waist and kicked off her heels. The knock came again accompanied by a deep, "Room service."

She sighed. Christopher. What timing. What would he think if he knew she'd been fantasising about him touching her just moments before? After flipping open the deadbolt, she swung open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight of not one but both of her companions outside the door. They'd changed and were now dressed in faded, low slung jeans and T-shirts which clung to their muscled curves. Damn, these men didn't look like scientists...they looked like models. Hot, well-developed models.

They crowded into her room before she could stop them, and Jason pushed shut the door. He held a champagne glass in his hand. She realised that Christopher did as well - actually, he had two glasses and a bottle of bubbly. Where the hell had they gotten that? She'd wager it was even chilled. "We thought maybe you'd like a drink," he said, reaching to set the glasses and bottle on the counter just beyond her. Jason's followed. She shook her head, her heart starting an erratic pounding rhythm. "Guys, this isn't a good idea - "

"It's a perfect idea," Christopher responded, stepping close so that the space between them disappeared. So did her air. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. The sexual haze returned, clouding her vision.

"And a long time coming..." Jason added, taking her trembling hand. His lips closed over her fingers as Christopher's mouth covered hers. All thoughts of saying no, all reasons to deny this, disappeared. She wrapped her free arm around Christopher's neck. Lifting on her toes, she opened for his thrusting tongue while she pressed her breasts to his chest. The thick terrycloth stymied feeling him fully, but it couldn't disguise the hard planes pushing at her nipples.

"Mmm, what's this I taste?" Jason growled. "Naughty, naughty girl. Having a bit of fun were we?"

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Her vision blurred and her sweaty hands slid down the wall.

A moment later, she realised she was in front of Garrett and he was carrying her and kissing her as Chay followed. She could taste her tangy flavour on his tongue as it thrust into her mouth and it intoxicated her, making her want more of these two even more. Thank God, Tam had convinced her to give this a chance.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers. "Are we going too fast for you?"

What a time to ask, after several orgasms. "I've never done this," she admitted. "But...no. I want...both of you."

"You're okay with us getting naked, touching, fucking? The whole thing...?" he pressed.

"Yeah. All of it." Excitement surged through her veins. She'd take everything they offered. Chances were she'd never be in this position again. He set her on her feet in a room done in browns and greens. Her bare toes curled in the plush carpet and she realised she'd lost her Manolos somewhere. They'd had her so distracted she hadn't noticed the loss of her shoes. Without her fuck-me heels - perhaps that was what had initially drawn their attention - she stood a full head shorter than her lovers. Whoa, they were tall. She'd stood nearly eye to eye with Payton. She liked the feeling of being small and delicate while sandwiched between Chay and Garrett. Together they undressed her until she wore only her black push-up bra and a lacy, black thong that was more decoration than useful.

From behind her, Chay leaned forward and kissed Garrett over the top of her head, while his hand came around to knead her breast. Garrett covered the other with his large hand. He pulled down the cup of her bra then captured the taut nipple between his fingers. Jahz moaned as he rolled the tip. Then their mouths were on her shoulders, nipping at opposite sides, laving the small wounds, kissing her neck.

Arousals poked at her from the front and back and her body wept with the desire to feel both cocks nestled inside her. She'd never been so wet that she'd felt it on her thighs. Hell, she barely got wet ever. This was incredible. They were incredible. She wanted to give them some of what she felt.

Taking their hands, she led them towards the bed as nervous butterflies dive-bombed in her middle. She wouldn't chicken out but doubts assailed her, making her wonder if she could make two men happy at the same time. God knew she'd never made Payton happy.

She wouldn't think of him! He wouldn't ruin this!

She paused beside the bed and contemplated what she'd do. She had no idea how a threesome worked. Did they take turns, one watching while the others fucked, or did they all love together in tandem giving and taking pleasure as they had downstairs?

"Baby, kneel on the bed," Chay urged. "On your hands and knees."

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LEGEND ARISES
Legend has it that long, long ago, a great knight fell in love with a fair maiden he took her to wife and together they lived in his great keep high on a hill overlooking the ocean...

Northern England, 1263

"Emma!" Ailig Bennett bellowed as he left his horse in the care of his squire and rushed into his keep. Behind him, the ocean crashed against the shore at the foot of the hills where his keep had been built. He cared little for it of the oncoming storm. He pulled off his leather gloves as his eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the great hall.

Servants scurried around, lighting torches to break the oncoming darkness.

"Emma," he called again. He headed towards the doorway at the back of the wall which would lead to the stairs spiralling to the upper chambers housed in the north tower. The solar was there and no doubt Emma, as well, as she bent over her stitching. He smiled at the thought of pulling his new bride into his arms and unravelling her carefully braided hair.

Would she welcome him with as much vigour as that which course through his veins? He'd left her behind on their wedding day, answering the urgent call of his king. On that day he'd hated his liege, but with King Henry's contingent of messengers waiting, he had been unable to tarry.

Today, finally, he would be one with his bride.

Reaching the floor above the great hall, he strode towards his thinking chamber. Another set of stairs within it lead to the solar. "Emma," he called more gently as he crested the top of the stairs.

His bride stood in the large chamber, her back to him as she stared through an arrow slot at the waves below. His breath caught at the sight of her long brown braid cascading to her slim waist. He could not wait to give the bride gift he had purchased her on his journey.

She spun at the sound of his voice, a smile lighting her face.

Perhaps he could wait to gift her. He would wait until after they'd united. His manhood stirred beneath his heavy knee-length mail, lengthening and thickening in his need for his wife. He had waited so long for her, more than the months this latest call to duty had required. Emma had long ago caught his eye. He had curried her favour in the ways he had learned in the king's courts until her green eyes shown with the love he felt in his middle.

"Ailig," she exclaimed, dashing towards him. Her arms closed around his neck as he lifted her into his embrace. His mouth took hers as one hand lifted to bury in her hair, already pulling loose strands free. She tasted of honey and Emma. He groaned as his lips pushed hers apart and his tongue delved inside, scraping along hers as he reclaimed her sweet mouth. How he'd dreamed of the pleasure while he had been away, this one pleasure he had indulged before they were wed.

LEGEND ACCOMPLISHED
Northern England, Present Day

Legend has it that long, long ago, a great knight fell in love with a fair maiden. He took her to wife and together they lived in his great keep high on a hill overlooking the ocean...

Emily Harteger looked up from the text she'd just scrawled in her notebook, glancing around her as a powerful wave surged up the shore and puddled around her bare feet. She smiled, the warmth of familiarity creeping over her. Before long, the water would surround the stone where she sat. How many times had that happened when she'd been distracted?

She blinked. What was she thinking?

That had never happened to her. She'd never been to this beach before today.

Being here was like déjá vu or something equally weird. For the last fifteen minutes, it had seemed as if she'd finally arrived home. She knew this place. Everything was familiar - the crash of the waves on the rocks jutting from the ocean. The trees lining the shore. The castle overshadowing the beach as it stood high above her on a rocky hill. Even the wind seemed to carry a familiar scent of ocean and wood smoke.

Yet she'd never been here. She'd never been out of the United States before this week.

She looked up at the shadowy castle, wondering if the interior would be as she'd seen it in her head. Likely not. She was just a romance writer with an overactive imagination. Wasn't it that imagination that had drawn her here to the northern shores of England?

Another wave engulfed her ankles while she watched the water hypnotically lap at the shore. She breathed in the heady scent of the salty sea air and closed her eyes. This was the sort of place where Ailig and Emma, the hero and heroine of her latest novel, had fallen in love. She imagined what it had been like for young Emma when she'd fallen in love with Ailig. Emily could see her sitting on this rock, waiting for him to arrive so they could have a few stolen moments before her parents realised she was missing.

"My love," he'd whisper as he knelt beside her knees and cupped her cheek with his work-roughened hand.

Emily jerked as her imagining became so vivid she felt his hand. Her eyes popped open, and she choked back a surprised scream as she stared into a pair of dark blue eyes.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said, his voice a deep rumble of concern. "The tide is coming in, and I was afraid you'd fallen asleep."

Hastily, she stuffed her notebook in the bag beside her and yanked the tote's strap up her shoulder. "I'm fine. Thanks." She attempted to smile and soften her snapped words. She didn't mean to be abrupt. It was just -

He was the very embodiment of the man she'd envisioned as Ailig. Tall and sturdy with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Full lips, prominent cheekbones, muscles made to make a girl feel safe...he had it all. Granted his hair was shorter than Ailig's whose hair fell to his shoulder blades, but aside from that difference and the modern jeans with a knit shirt, he could be her knight.

She scrambled over the flat rock to drier ground as another wave headed to them. It washed over his bare feet, dampening the bottom of his jeans.

"I appreciate your concern," she said as he followed her at a more sedate pace. "I was just...thinking. I'm a writer. We spend a lot of time thinking." And babbling apparently.

One side of his mouth turned up as he stepped closer. "I'm glad you've finally come."

He leaned forward, pressing his firm lips to hers.