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  It was quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever said to anyone while keeping a straight face. To their credit, they didn’t flinch or say anything other than “Noted, ma’am.”

  I haven’t gotten any frantic phone calls from my parents, so Brooks and Davis haven’t ratted me out – yet. I tell myself that Secret Service agents keep all kinds of secrets, that even if they suspected anything they have zero evidence that anything untoward is happening. I tell myself that they’re professionals.

  Unlike me. I used to be a professional, but my level of professionalism might be very quickly spiraling downward.

  “Your call with Robert Brownstone was rescheduled.” Janice’s voice is loud over the speaker on the phone.

  “Perfect. I’ll catch up on –“

  “Wait. The call was rescheduled, so I slid a donor into the spot,” Janice says. “He’s here now.”

  “Great.” I keep my voice cheerful, even though I really would rather watch paint dry than schmooze a donor right now.

  At least, that’s true until I see who the donor is.

  “Ms. Sullivan,” Noah says, his words clipped, his tone professional. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and his hair is wet, like he just got out of the shower.

  “Mr. Ashby,” I say, extending my hand to shake his. Electricity runs through me at his mere touch and my body aches for him, despite seeing him and Aiden last night. He holds my hand a few moments too long before releasing it. “Janice, how much time do I have?”

  “Thirty minutes,” she says before answering another call.

  “Plenty of time,” Noah says gruffly, his eyes locked on mine. I turn around, the throbbing between my legs almost too intense to bear as I walk back to the office with Noah behind me. I can feel his gaze on me as I walk. Inside the office, he closes the door and locks it immediately, his hand going straight to the nape of my neck before I even turn around. “I couldn’t wait until tonight.”

  “Who said there was going to be a tonight?” I whisper as he pushes me forward, going straight to the window that overlooks a busy street. He puts my palms flat on the glass, his hands going to my skirt and yanking it up at the sides.

  “There’s going to be a tonight,” he growls, his voice low in my ear.

  “You didn’t even ask if this window was see-through from the outside,” I whisper, as he hikes my skirt over my backside and yanks my panties down my thighs.

  “If this window was see-through, you wouldn't have let me pull up your skirt, Grace," Noah growls.

  Okay, so maybe I'm not that reckless. I might be reckless enough to let Noah Ashby pull my panties off and push me up against my office window, but not reckless enough to screw him in public.

  Yet.

  At the rate I'm losing my inhibitions, I may be fucking Noah and Aiden in the damn White House next week.

  That should strike fear into my heart, but in this moment, all I can think about is how much I want them.

  “Aiden’s not with you,” I say, half a question and half a statement, but I'm immediately distracted by Noah’s fingers between my legs.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn wet already,” Noah growls. He doesn’t need to tell me to spread my legs. I step wider to give him access, like some kind of reflex, and he pushes his fingers inside me so easily.

  “I think I’m wet all the time,” I whisper. I think I’m walking around in a constant state of arousal now, between being fucked by them and thinking about being fucked by them. It’s a high, some kind of addiction they’ve triggered, and I don’t want to come down from it.

  “Aiden's coming soon. Right now, you’re all mine.”

  Oh, God. I’m close to coming already myself.

  “This pussy is so wet for me, Grace,” Noah whispers, his voice gruff. “So ready all the time. Tell me how ready you are.”

  I whimper softly as he pulls his fingers from between my legs and the crinkle of a condom wrapper fills the room. “I’m so ready,” I whisper.

  “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” Noah growls. “Tell me how much you want to feel my cock inside you.”

  I can’t resist reaching between my legs to rub my clit. “I want to feel your hard cock inside - ”

  He doesn’t wait until I’m finished telling him before he enters me. With one long, swift thrust, he's inside me. I breathe in sharply at the sensation of fullness, at his hands on my breasts through my shirt, at the way he pulls me against him over and over as he begins to fuck me.

  This isn’t like other times he and Aiden have fucked me, when they’ve taken their time, brought me to the edge over and over just to torment me before letting me have my release. This time is raw. It's primal. It's all about taking the edge off. I think that’s true for both of us.

  He fucks me hard, and I meet every one of his thrusts with mine, pushing my ass back against him, one palm on the window and another on my clit. I’m just as greedy as he is, not waiting for my pleasure but taking it from him, losing myself in him as he thrusts faster and faster inside me. His hand is on my hair, pulling my head back, using it for leverage as he rides me.

  “God, I want to come inside you, sweetheart,” Noah growls, his hand yanking my hair for emphasis, sending shocks of pain radiating through me, that are mixed with pleasure. I think I’m drunk, intoxicated by my near-climax, my fingers moving faster and faster over my clit as I fly higher and higher.

  “Oh God, I want you to come inside me,” I beg. “I want to feel you.” The thought of him and Aiden, both bare inside me, both filling me up with their hot cum, makes me climax. I don’t just crash over the edge; I fucking free-fall, my cry muted only when Noah puts his hand over my mouth to muffle me. I’m lost, biting down on his fingers because otherwise I’m going to scream for the entire world to hear. But in this moment, I don’t care because my climax is blinding, white-hot and all-consuming.

  I’m hardly aware of Noah pulling out of me, barely aware of his muffled groan. I just barely decipher his words: “Arch your back, sweetheart.” And I do. As I arch my back and push up my ass, from the corner of my eye I see him rip off the condom and toss it on the ground.

  Then he comes on me. He comes on my ass and my pussy, and it drips down the sides of my thighs. He comes on me in the middle of my very professional office with its very professional décor. He comes on me with my skirt pulled up to my waist and my panties pulled down my thighs.

  Then he leans close to me, his breath wafting over my skin. "You're like a damn drug," he whispers. "I can't get enough of you like this."

  I shiver. "I know."

  "Aiden is in the lobby downstairs," he says, pulling my panties up. They're damp, a mixture of him and me, but he doesn't wipe me off. He pulls my skirt down over my ass and tugs the fabric down my thighs. "I think you still have fifteen minutes before your next call. I'll see you later tonight."

  He kisses the back of my neck, and turns, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him, leaving me throbbing and filthy and used. I feel dirty and sexy and out-of-control. It's terrifying and exciting and I don't want it to stop.

  My phone buzzes. It's Aiden.

  I'm outside of your office.

  I text him back.

  I have a phone call in fifteen minutes.

  He replies.

  Tell your assistant I need five.

  I smirk as I put Janice on speaker. "Send Mr. Jackson in, please, won't you, Janice? This should just take a few minutes. I just need to debrief him after the camping trip."

  Aiden closes and locks the door, walking straight over to me and yanking my skirt up roughly around my waist. "Noah just got finished with you, didn't he?" he asks, his voice low and gravely. The look on his face is jealous and possessive, despite the fact that the two men clearly planned this together. When he rips my panties down around my thighs, he growls under his breath. "I can feel him on you. He came all over you, all over these panties, didn't he?"

  "Yes," I breathe