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  "Vi!" I squeal.

  "Two hot men after the President's daughter," Vi says with a wistful sigh. "Which one will she choose?"

  "There are no men after me," I protest. "And there's no choosing going on."

  "You're right. I can't say they're both hot without verifying this for myself. Personally. I thought Noah Ashby was your neighbor, but now I'm intrigued. I'll need to check out Naked Bongo Guy for myself."

  "That's exactly what I need," I say, laughing. "You sitting on my balcony with a pair of binoculars and a tub of popcorn."

  "Screw the popcorn - too many carbs. I'd have a bottle of wine."

  "You realize wine has carbs too, right?"

  "Alcohol carbs don't count."

  "I don't think you're nutritioning correctly."

  "I think you should have them both.”

  “Wine and popcorn?” I ask.

  “That too. But no, I think you should do them both,” Vi states, matter-of-factly, like we're talking about two glasses of wine and not sleeping with two men.

  I choke. "I'm not doing either of them."

  "Oh, honey. Noah looked at you like you were a piece of steak and he was a hungry lion."

  "He did not."

  "He did," she assures me. "But the way you looked at him put that to shame. It's the same look you get talking about Naked Bongo Guy, for your information."

  "I'm not doing anyone," I reiterate, looking in the mirror on the wall to push my hair back into place. "There will be no doing."

  "There's been no doing for how long now?" Vi asks. "Five years?"

  "It's only been two years!"

  "Dear God, two years?! I was only kidding about five years. I thought it had been six months, maybe. But two years?? Did you take a vow of celibacy that I'm not aware of?"

  "No," I say, suddenly defensive. "I just… it's… you know it's hard to date anyone."

  Vi arches an eyebrow. "It ain't that hard to get laid, honey."

  "I… don't have the same kind of freedom that you have, Vi," I protest. Sometimes I wish I did. Okay, a lot of times I wish I did. The children of governors or senators or congressmen don't exactly have the same kind of public scrutiny as the daughter of the President. Of course, I don't know that public scrutiny would change anything for Vi. She lives her life the way she wants to live it and makes no apologies for it. It's something I've always envied her for.

  "I know, darling," Vi says, her face softening. "But two years?"

  "It's hard to meet someone," I argue. "No one wants to date the President's daughter except men who want to climb the political ladder –"

  "By climbing you," Vi interrupts, wiggling her eyebrows.

  "Exactly. Or guys who are more into my father than me."

  "Or the guys your mother chooses," Vi says, laughing.

  I can't help but laugh with her. "They're the worst."

  "You should go out with Noah Ashby," Vi says. "And your neighbor."

  "I couldn't," I protest. "You're the one who said Noah was surrounded by scandal."

  "Well, he's also going to be surrounded by you at his ranch," Vi interjects. "Specifically, surrounded by your legs when you –"

  I hold my hand up. "Yeah, I got the picture."

  "When he bangs you," Vi finishes anyway.

  "I'm not banging him or the neighbor. I'm not seeing either of them. I don't even know how to do that. See two guys at the same time? Isn't that weird?"

  "Well, you see, when a woman and two men really care about each other, or they get really drunk, sometimes one takes her from behind and the other –"

  "Violet Anne Marie Scott," I interrupt. "I can't believe you just said that. I was not talking about a… a…"

  "Threesome?"

  "A…" My voice drops to a whisper. "Yes. A threesome."

  Vi sighs. "Oh, to be sandwiched between two attractive, muscular men. A girl can dream."

  "I can't believe you just said that," I gasp.

  The strange thing is that, as scandalized as I am by Vi even joking about a threesome with Noah and Aiden, the thought keeps popping into my head the rest of the evening, even as I make my final rounds in the event, making small talk and thanking donors. When I realize that Noah has already left, I’m not quite sure if the exhale I let out is one of relief or disappointment.

  Later, when I'm lying in bed, thoughts about Noah and Aiden rush into my head again, totally unwarranted. Obviously I'm some kind of pervert because my mind drifts to Aiden and that cocky grin he gave me as he stood in front of me, nearly naked. Then it flits to Noah and the way he smelled – raw and masculine – when he stood close to me.

  I picture Noah reaching for the nape of my neck the way he did at the event, except this time, he pulls me close to him, his mouth crashing down hard on mine.

  Noah's lips press against mine, his tongue finding mine urgently with no sense of hesitation. When he kisses me, I think my heart stops beating for a minute. I melt against him, lost in every sensation as he runs his hands through my hair, sending goose bumps across my skin.

  Then, as quickly as it started, he stops. Breathless, I look at him questioningly, but not for too long before Aiden is standing there taking my hand and pulling me toward him. I crash against Aiden's bare muscular chest, glancing at Noah for his reaction, but instead of being upset, Noah just nods. "Kiss him," he tells me.

  I do. When Aiden's lips touch mine, I kiss him back, my body melting against his as his hands roam the length of my back to my hips, finding the edges of my panties and sliding them down my thighs before I can even protest.

  As if I want to protest.

  My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I slide my fingers between my legs, rolling them in circles over my clit. One hand stays on my breast as I give in to lustful thoughts about the two men. It's a ridiculous, completely absurd, totally ludicrous fantasy that I've never had before.

  Except that every part of my body is on edge right now, ignited by electricity that runs through me at the mere thought of being with Noah and Aiden at the same time.

  Noah slides to his knees, yanking my panties to my ankles as he kneels on the floor, then tossing them to the side. Before I can register what's happening, Aiden is behind me, the warmth of his chest against my back, his hardness pressing against my ass cheek as his hands run over my arms, then down to my breasts. Noah's mouth envelops me, his tongue finding its destination between my legs where he licks and sucks my clit like he’s an expert in the act.

  I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of Aiden's breath on my neck and his tongue flickering over my earlobe before he finds the sensitive spot on the size of my neck that makes me go crazy. I hear someone moan loudly far too loudly to be appropriate, and it takes me a minute to realize that it's me. I'm far too turned on to be embarrassed, though, considering what Noah is doing with his fingers.

  I moan at the sensation of his fingers inside me, stroking me, his fingertips pressing against that spot in me that makes my toes curl. Their hands seem to be everywhere – Aiden's hands on my breasts, my nipples coming to attention as he pinches them; Noah's cupping my ass, pulling me against his face as his tongue caresses my clit.

  I thrust my fingers inside my slick pussy, imagining that it's Noah's fingers inside me. When I palm my breast, my fingers squeezing my nipple, I picture Aiden's fingers there. I'm so wet, so needy, so on the verge of coming at the thought of both men wanting me, touching me – fucking me - that I hear myself moan aloud in the stillness of my bedroom.

  "You like this, don't you?" Aiden asks. "I knew you were filthy the moment I saw you."

  I groan my response, unable to articulate any words right now.

  "When I told you I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and carry you into my house and fuck your brains out, it turned you on, didn't it?" Aiden asks.

  My muscles clench their response around Noah's fingers as he pulls away from my pussy, looking up with a grin. "Don't pretend otherwise, Grace," he says, “because you can't hide the way