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“What do you want for yourself, Viola?” Khai pressed her. “Do you wish to choose one of us?”
“No.” She never had. She cared about them both. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to give this up. I rather like our arrangement and the freedom the two of you give me. It just feels…”
“What?”
“Well, weird. You know? Can you understand that?”
“I think so.”
“Have any idea how to make it feel not weird?”
“Viola, your choices are simple.”
“You always say that,” she pointed out.
“It’s always the truth.” His smile faded. “You can choose between us. You can end your sexual involvement with both of us altogether.”
She just knew there was an or coming. He always gave options in threes.
“Or?” It had been a long pause and she was really curious what option three was.
“You could take us both.”
“I do take you both.”
His dark eyes locked with hers. “You miss my meaning.”
Okay, the first time she did, but she got it now.
“You mean…”
Khai nodded and Viola felt heat flood her face.
A ménage a trois?
“How would that make things better?”
“It might take away the awkwardness you now feel. One night with me. One night with Madu. Always wondering what the other’s thoughts are. If everyone is present, those worries are eliminated.”
Well, there was that. But it certainly wasn’t the first thing that came to mind.
Pure carnal sensation had juices gathering between her thighs. A gut punch of lust had her heart racing in excitement at the thought. If she tried to tell him she hadn’t thought about it, she’d be lying her ass off. She had, many times. And just maybe it would take care of the concerns she had about alternating them like aerobic routines day after day.
If only it were that simple.
“How would that help me explain all of this to the folks back home? I don’t live here. I live in a small university town. Everyone knows everyone else. What will I tell them?”
“It matters so much what they think?”
“If I want to keep my career, yeah.”
“We’ll think of something,” he said, his tone assuring.
Viola’s mouth watered as Khai held out his hand to help her up. But she wasn’t ready to just let him lead the way this time. She was feeling a little frisky. All that talk about threesomes had her raring to go.
She grinned up at him as she pulled the summer sweater she wore over her head and flung off her lacy, little bra.
She’d never been as happy to have full breasts as she was at this moment. The small pink tips stood up so nicely for her, too, as she decided to put on a little show for him. She watched the muscles at his jaw tighten when she stood to push her jeans down over her hips and step out of them. Somehow she shimmied out of her panties and kicked them aside without stumbling and falling on her ass. She’d never been a graceful thing.
Madu cleared his throat from the doorway, his dark brown eyes filled with the same lust that glittered in Khai’s as they fastened on her.
Shit, here we go. Apparently they’d talked about this. And she’d reprimand them later, she decided, for deciding all of this without her. And it was a really big deal. Not like deciding to change the brand of fabric softener you use.
At the moment, however, she was way too turned on to care about anything except for what was about to happen...
