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Declan snorted, then handed him the remote. “Knock yourself out.”

Within a few minutes Dario had turned on the TV and started the DVD. As the video played through the warnings and moved to the main menu, Maura A Trick of the Moon

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studied Dario. What was it like, she wondered, to spend all that time away from family and friends, trying to catch the bad guys who made money off drugs?

How exactly did one go about being undercover and not give themselves away?

She'd just opened her mouth to ask when he turned to her.

“I know what you want to ask, but just like a good spy, if I told you what it was like, I'd have to kill you.” He'd leaned close to her, his breath hot on her cheek. She'd turned onto her side and moved back just a little, butting into Declan. Dario scooted closer, and her body, already aroused from the proximity of two strong men, heated up even more.

The familiar strains of music from the film filled the room, and Maura laughed nervously. “You're on my side of the bed.”

“Your side is in the middle, remember? Besides, possession is nine-tenths of the law, as they say. Right now I possess this part. Right, Deck?”

“Right, Dario.” Declan's voice was husky in her ear. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her backside. The fact he had a hard-on sent waves of need through her. She wanted to look down and see if Dario was in the same state, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his face, which bore a devilishly sexy smile at the moment.
This is a bad idea. Just remember
that before you do anything you'll regret later.

“I'm a lawyer, remember? I can find my way around the possession argument. Now scoot over and let's watch the movie.”
Before I forget myself and
attack you both.

“Spoilsport.” Dario moved, and Maura couldn't decide if it made her happy or frustrated. She didn't move away from Declan, though, and when he ran a finger down her thigh, she inhaled sharply.

“Hey, remember that possession thing?” Declan's voice was deeper than she'd ever heard it. “Not that I'm complaining, but if you really want to watch the movie, you need to move too, or else we'll be in a little bit of trouble here.”

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“If you two want me to step out, I'll go.” Dario winked at her. “It's not as if I haven't seen this one, a lot.”

She rolled back over and focused on the screen. “Sex was not included in our employment contract.”

“We're off the clock,” Declan said, nudging her with his thigh. “Which means you're not the boss. I thought we'd covered that earlier in the night.”

“I'm amending the contract to include off hours, because this is my home and—”

“Ahem.” Dario waved his hands. “Do you mind? I hate people who talk through the movie. If you don't stop, I'm going to call the usher.”

Maura and Declan laughed, the sound seeming to link them together.

“Shows how long it's been since you've been to a theater,” Maura said. “There are no ushers anymore.”

“Good thing I have a gun, then,” Dario said, narrowing his eyes just a bit.

“Now behave, you two, or I'll pull it out.”

“Is it loaded, or are you just making empty threats?” Maura tried not to laugh at her question, but Declan's chuckle of appreciation widened her grin.

“It's always loaded,” Dario replied. “If you need me to prove it, I can.”

“Enough.” Declan clapped his hands together to get their attention. “Let's watch the movie.” The room grew quiet, and they watched Bond interact with various women, spies, and superiors. After Bond had bedded his second woman of the film, Maura cleared her throat.

“How many women did you leave in your wake, Dario?” He didn't look at her, and she turned to Declan, who also continued to watch the film. “Am I asking an 'I'd have to kill you' question?”

For a moment she thought Dario wouldn't answer. And then he moved his shoulders just enough to make it look like a shrug. “This is fiction, remember?

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dangers in doing that and usually just had a visit with Rosy Palm and her five sisters.”

Maura blushed a little at the idea of Dario stroking his own cock. The image made her already warm pussy burn hotter, and she wiggled her hips a little, bumping against both her bedmates. She needed to change the subject, smooth it out just a little. “Yes, I guess you're right. Most men can't seduce woman after woman, satisfying one after another. And Bond only does it because a writer makes him—”

“Are you questioning my ability to make a woman melt in my arms?”

“No, Dario, that's not what I meant.” She turned a little, her eyes widening at the predatory look on his face. He glanced behind her at Declan, then fastened his gaze on her lips. She opened her mouth to try and dig herself out of the hole she was in.

He claimed her lips so fast that she felt as if her heart had stopped beating. Behind her, Declan pressed himself against her, holding her tight as Dario plundered her mouth, his tongue searching out every space he could, spreading pleasure through her in wave after wave of pulsing power.

“That might seduce a woman or two, don't you think?” Dario said as he finally released her.

Oh yes, she thought it would. Her body felt as if she were floating on clouds. Her fingers tingled, and her nipples throbbed with the desire to be released and sucked, and since there were two of them, it could mean one for each hard bud. “I didn't mean—”

“I can do that too, you know.” Declan put his hands on her chin, turning her head. He kissed her, and years of unrequited passion flooded through her, riding the wave of pleasure Dario had just started. Her body pulsed as Declan's tongue lapped at her and Dario's hands stroked her stomach, not touching her breasts or dipping lower to where her pussy clenched with need.

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This was definitely not what she had expected from watching a simple movie.

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Chapter Five

“You know what I love about women who look like women, Deck?” Dario's hands were still exploring her stomach, his touch soft while Declan continued to nibble on her lower lip. Sensations roared through her body, but she wasn't quite sure how to react. Should she touch them or just continue to let them explore her?

Declan's tongue played against her teeth before he pulled back gently.

“What do you love about them, Dario?” As soon as the words were out, he claimed her lips again, deepening the kiss. It was as perfect as she'd always dreamed it would be, and she wanted to lose herself in it, to savor every moment so that after he was gone she could remember it, call it up, and make it feel as if it were happening right then, right there.

“So soft, so beautiful, and so wonderfully female.” Dario lowered his lips to her stomach, kissing it through the fabric of her T-shirt. Maura gasped as Declan, who had started to place quick, soft kisses around her mouth and cheeks, murmured his agreement. Or she thought that's what he was doing.

Frankly she didn't care, as long as he didn't stop kissing her.

Dario's hands were under her shirt now, his touch almost like a tickle as he caressed her skin. “Look at her. Her breasts are moving up and down so quickly, calling attention to them, letting us know she likes it. They're so beautiful. Makes me hard.”

“You're right; she's so beautiful. She always has been.” Declan's voice was low and throaty. “I've been hard all night. Actually, I've been that way since I first saw you today, Maura.”

Her mouth dropped open in astonishment.

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“I've been hard since you called. Just the idea of seeing you again made me that way.”

“Why…” She swallowed hard, then groaned as Dario's lips touched her belly button, his tongue tracking the small hole. Oh Lord, that felt fantastic.

She shivered, then gazed into Declan's eyes again. “Why didn't you tell me you felt this way before now?”

“Because I'm a big ol' chicken,” Declan said. “I was afraid of losing you, in any way.”

Dario's lips left her stomach, and he sat back on his knees, looking down at them. “I guess I should go, leave you two alone for a while.”

“No.” Maura and Declan said the word at the same time; then Maura glanced up at Declan, who was stroking her cheek.

“We want you to stay.” Her gaze never left Declan's face. “Don't we?”

“Yes.” Declan kissed her again. “Let's strum her body, Dario, and make her sing.”

Dario sat back again and peeled his shirt from his body, then threw the material onto the floor. He and Declan exchanged a look before Declan mirrored his movements until they were both wearing nothing but jeans.

She reached for her shirt, but they batted her hands away at the same time, each of them gripping the fabric and lifting it slowly up her body.

“Let us,” Declan said, his words producing shivers up her spine.

“No, I'll do it.” She sat up and reached for the shirt again. Dario grabbed her hands as Declan grasped the shirt.

“You may be the boss in the field, but in the bedroom we're in charge, skipper.” His words shocked her a little, and she looked at Declan, whose slight nod let her know he agreed with Dario. This was something she hadn't expected, and she wasn't quite sure how to flow with it. She'd never just lain there before, and since she had two guys to play with now, she wanted to do exactly that.

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“But—”

“Hush,” Declan said, leaning over and outlining her lower lip with his tongue. He pulled her shirt up, and she lifted her shoulders and head for him to pull it over. Dario let go of her hands, and the shirt came free. Declan tossed it over her shoulder, then traced his hand gently down her shoulder and over her breast. Dario's hand mirrored his movement on her other side, and Maura arched up into their touch, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of their strong hands.

They cupped her breasts, their thumbs seeming to find her satin-clad nipples at the same time, stroking softly, teasing the hard buds into tightening more, the sweet sensation making her insides turn to mush. Maura shivered, undulating under their fingers as they teased and stroked her, their touch varying between light and airy to pinching her nipples, enough to make her soft moans turn into gasps of hard pleasure, something that brought about new sensations that made her want to beg for more.

Begging wasn't what came out of her mouth, though. “Stop. This is… I…”

“Shush”—Declan leaned over and kissed her again—“don't you want us to love you?”

Good Lord yes, she did. “This is so…” Fast. Somehow she knew saying that word would make her feel like an idiot. After all, it wasn't really fast, since she'd known Declan for so long. But Dario? And to take both of them together?

How had the movie turned into sex? Was it the fact it was Bond on the TV? Had watching the sexy superspy made her horny? Had she transferred feelings onto the two men with her? She dismissed the idea immediately; she'd wanted them both beforehand. It was being on the bed that had done it, the pressure of their bodies against hers and the smell of them, the clean scent from the shower mixing with the outdoor smell of the grill and the spicy food they'd cooked.

“I'm just not sure.” Oh crap, that sounded stupid, too. Dario's hands immediately left her body, and she felt such a sense of loss that she groaned.

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“We'll stop, then,” he said. She saw him glance at Declan, who nodded, but whose hands were still on her body. He tickled her side, then stood. “Sorry if we went too quick.”

“That's the problem,” she said, putting her hands over her eyes, hating the whine in her voice. “My brain is telling me this is too soon, but my body is screaming for more. I've never been with two men at once before, and I'm not sure my mind is ready for it.”

“Maybe your brain needs convincing,” Declan said. He stretched beside her, and when Dario did the same, she knew she was lost. There was no way she could resist them. She'd been shocked when she'd done it the first time.

Should she have? If she postponed it, would she feel any different tomorrow night?

Would her mind still tell her she was doing the wrong thing? And if that happened, would she obey it? She sat up suddenly and cried out in frustration, then lay back down. Screw convincing her brain. She wanted to be fucked.

Now. It had been far too long since she'd had sex, and she'd wanted Declan for too long, thought too many times about what he would feel like inside her.

Now that she'd tasted his lips, she decided the rest of him would be just as perfect. And there was no way she was taking this double play down to a single. She wanted it all. Her words were breathy and light, and they sounded to her as if she were in a tunnel, echoing through the room.

“Skipper says make me sing and play me perfectly so I hit all the right notes.”

Declan's deep laugh washed over her as Dario's fingers went to the fastenings of her jeans. He expertly undid the button and pulled down the zipper, the sound of the metal teeth coming undone competing with their heavy breathing.

Declan pushed away the loose jeans and grasped the waistband, working them over her hips, taking her panties with them. She closed her eyes and tried A Trick of the Moon