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"I've been dying to fuck you again,” he told her. “Today was agony."

"I've been thinking of little else since this morning. Seeing Big Ben was great, but I couldn't get my mind off Big Jason and his promise."

"Promise?"

She leaned up on her tip toes until her lips were at his ear. Her minty breath brushed across his cheek. “That he was going to fuck me in the ass and fill me with his cum. I haven't before, you know. Never had a man ... or a dildo there. Just this plug. Today."

"Bloody hell, baby! You're gonna make me lose it!"

She laughed and turned, bending over the bed and pulling her skirt up around her waist. “Please Jason. I need you."

He bit his bottom lip, gazing at her rounded ass, highlighted by her dark garters and stockings, as well as, the dark skirt bunched around her. She was a school boy's fantasy, and now as a grown up, he finally got to have the dream come true. He licked his lips. The pink base of the plug peeked from between her cheeks. Slowly, he pulled it from her, her low cried wrapping around him as he worked it free.

"Now,” she panted. “Please now."

He knew he should woo her to a higher level of arousal, but he chose not to. The entire day had been foreplay. Neither of them could move much farther along the sexual plane.

Quickly, he found one of the condoms he and Christopher had left out when they'd gotten ready for Dana that morning. Despite his earlier promise, he wanted to fuck both her ass and her pussy. This was the only way.

He slid on the rubber, then generously lubed the length of his cock with the lubricant which had been with the pile of condoms.

"Be careful,” she begged, as he placed his tip at her crinkled rosette. “First time."

"I will, baby. I will.” Bit by bit, he worked inside her measuring his progress by her whimpers and rasped entreaties. The tight hole clamped around him, squeezing him as he went.
So fucking tight.

"Please, all the way. More."

Satisfied that she could handle it, he shoved forward the last inch until his groin mashed against her ass.

"Dana,” he groaned.

"Oh God, I can feel you so deep.” She took several choked breaths. “It's so ... I never thought it would be like...” She pushed onto him. “More,” she demanded in a guttural voice.

Carefully he moved, mindful of her untried passage, but before long, the segued into a deep thrusting rhythm. His fingers dug into her hips and he pulled her up into his drives. She shuddered, her already tight muscles fisting around her. He'd lose it quick at this rate and he wanted so much more.

"No!” she cried as he pulled free.

"Shh ... It's all right, baby. Climb up on the bed."

He discarded the condom and followed her. Dana turned into his arms, her legs twining with his. “When I come, I want to be inside your pussy with you squeezing around me while I look at you,” he told her. Shoving her legs apart, her surged inside her, his only thought that of uniting with his woman and finding release at long last. His hands buried in her silky shirt and he realised, he'd been so caught up with her ass that he'd forgotten her clothes. Damn, this was different without Christopher. Together, they would have had Dana naked by now, one pleasuring her while the other took care of business, both making her writhe.

He pulled free the top button of her blouse, kissing the skin in between as he powered into her cunt, stretching the passage and drawing hoarse chants of pleasure from her.

"Yes,” she cried. “Yes, Jason!"

With a yank, he tore free the rest of her buttons, at least three going flying. He didn't care. He needed her skin. He needed to taste her and smell the floral scent she'd dabbed between her breasts.

There was no way to easily remove her skirt so he left it, along with her stockings. Her pussy was bare and hot as it enveloped him and he was in heaven ... clothes or not. Dana writhed and he knew he wasn't alone. Her glossy brown hair spread out over the pillows, getting caught in her fingers as she fisted the pillows.

"You like that? Quick and hot?” he rasped.

She nodded, making a non-verbal sound as her mouth dropped open and she arched beneath him. Her body tightened with release and he struggled to keep from coming. He pushed her legs up towards her chest, holding her wide as he continued to thrust.

Bollocks! It had been too long today—holding off since this morning. He couldn't stop. As Dana's second climax washed over her, it grabbed him and dragged him along as well. A great surge started in his balls shooting forward and his cum exploded forth into her, marking her as his.

"Better?” Dana asked.

"God, yes."

She yawned. “You guys wipe me out. I wish we had time for a nap.” She stretched and closed her eyes. “Mmm ... can't. S'posed to keep you out of trouble."

"What?” he demanded.

She opened an eye. “That's why I'm here, isn't it? I'm doing a really bad job of it."

"No, baby. Not even close."

Reaching for the phone, he called Christopher and told him to come upstairs. They all needed to talk. He didn't want to move, but he forced himself out of the bed and went to retrieve his pants. Afterward, he waited near the door for his mate's knock.

Christopher rolled his eyes when he saw Dana half clothed and asleep in the middle of the bed. “Botched it up, did you?"

"Did not."

"Huh. Okay. She didn't want her clothes off?"

"Shut up. I didn't call you to critique my performance, though judging by her deep sleep, it didn't suck."

"I never thought it did."

"She thinks she's here to babysit us."

Christopher frowned, obviously displeased by that. “That doesn't bode well ... Dana, luv,” he said, sitting beside her and jostling her shoulder. “We need to talk to you."

Murmuring, she turned over and buried her nose in his hip. He looked up at Jason. “It really
didn't
suck."

"Not even close,” Dana muttered. She stretched, her adorable face scrunching as she did. “Please tell me someone is making coffee."

"In a minute, baby. We need to talk to you."

"What?” she asked. Her eyes were suddenly alert as she pulled a pillow over her front and sat up, looking warily at them. Pain pierced through Jason as he recognised hurt and panic in her stare. Lord, she thought they were gonna dump her in the bin with the rubbish.

Christopher took her limp hand. “There's no easy way to say this and I want to get it out before we go downstairs—"

She pulled away. “It's okay. I get it."

She obviously didn't get it at all.

Her fingers shoved through her hair. “If you two could leave. I'll get dressed and—"

"Dana! Listen,” Jason demanded. “We love you for God's sake. Will you stop trying to run away or shove us out?"

"Wh—love?” She looked from him to Christopher. They both nodded. Christopher opened his arms. For a moment, she gazed at him then she dove into his embrace. Jason climbed up behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Tell me,” she said.

"I love you,” he said, kissing her shoulder. Christopher murmured the same.

It wasn't what they'd intended to say, but it worked just the same. They'd hash out the rest later.

"Hey, you didn't tell us,” Jason teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do."

Christopher leaned towards him, chucking him on the shoulder. “At least she didn't call you a plonker."

"Shut up."

"A what?” Dana asked. “What's a plonker?"

"And that's our project in a nutshell. You've already reviewed the data we sent, but we could go over the numbers or any questions you might have.” Jason closed the folder in front of him which outlined the research he and Christopher had done, as well as the proposed direction of the project. He took a sip from one of the bottled waters the hotel had provided as a courtesy then looked back and forth between the men he and Christopher had addressed.

Dana stared at her lovers in amazement, the reality of their intelligence settling in once again. How had she ever thought of them as boy toys? They were destined for great things. In a few years their names would be famous in the medical science community.

Kyle and Marcus, the executives visiting from Cranston, glanced at each other then nodded. Marcus cleared his throat. “As you've mentioned, we've reviewed the data. The progress you've made is impressive and we feel it's just the start of what you'll do. We want to move this project back to the Cranston site in the United States. As soon as possible. Within the month at the latest. You'll find facilities there to better accommodate this particular research. Our lawyers have already started the process for testing permissions."

No! They were supposed to support the project, not move it. The reality of what they were saying punched Dana in the stomach and she thought she might be sick. This couldn't be happening. Jason and Christopher were leaving, going to America while she stayed in England.

All good things must come to an end...

"Excuse me,” she said, getting up from the table. She had to get out of there before she threw up.

"Dana...” Christopher said as she passed. She shook her head and kept moving. They'd only had one weekend together. She shouldn't be so attached. Why then did it feel like someone had sucked the air from the room?

Spots speckled her vision as she headed for the restroom a couple of doors down from the conference room. She stumbled through the outer ‘ladies’ lounge’ portion and headed to the sinks in the actual restroom. She closed her eyes, gripping the marble counter. The cool stone did little to alleviate the heat prickling across her skin.

She should have paid more attention to her yoga breathing ...
Calm down Dana.

She would be fine. So she'd had a weekend of bliss. It was the kind of fantasy most women her age only dreamed of—unbridled sex with two younger men. Two men who had treated her as if the sun and moon rose from her pussy. They'd made her their sustenance and the air that they breathed.

She felt the same.

But she couldn't deny them this opportunity to fulfil the dream they'd shared for so many years. They'd find a cure. She knew they would. Both men were brilliant beyond their years. She couldn't selfishly deny the world of what they offered ... just to keep them in her bed.

Taking a deep breath, she turned on the water and splashed her face then dried it with paper towelling. The spots continued to pepper her vision.
Accelerated blood flow, rapid breathing,
she told herself.
Get a grip. So you go home and dream about them some more while you touch yourself. How will it be different?

Now she knew what the real thing was, and it was a mere shadow of reality. She knew how the two men interacted, how they loved her ... how she loved them.

Backing against the wall beside the sinks, she slid down the marble until she crouched. Leaning forward she pressed her head to her knees.

Get a grip, Dana. Get a grip. Breathe.

"Dana?” came Jason's frantic voice. “Are you okay?"

He was in the ladies’ lounge? A guy?

"Dana?” Christopher. Equally distressed.

"I'm okay,” she called. She slid back up the wall until she stood unsteadily on her feet again. Fuzzy lines now blocked half her vision. A migraine. Great. Nice timing. In about twenty minutes she'd be able to see again but the pain would be blinding.

Her hip bounced against the counter, and she stumbled as she slowly headed towards the door. She heard a whoosh as it was pushed open.

"What's wrong?” Christopher demanded. His voice seemed to thunder off the walls.

"Migraine. Please don't yell."

"Oh luv.” She found herself lifted and carried back into the dimmer lounge area. He sat down with her across his lap and she pressed her face into his shoulder.

"Do you have pills in your purse?” Jason asked.

"Yeah, but—” She realised she had no idea where her purse was located. In the conference room? Or had she dropped it in the bathroom? Or on the way to the bathroom...? Oh crap.

She heard rattling, then a few tablets were pressed into her hand. “You left it by your chair when you walked out. Here. You looked ill, so I brought you one of the bottled waters, as well."

Muttering a grateful thank you, she downed the medication. With luck, the meds might take effect before the pain began.

Jason slipped onto the couch beside Christopher and pulled her so that she sat on his lap while she was stretched across his friend's chest. Slowly, he stroked her back and hip while Christopher sheltered her head with his own, cradling her against him.

"We're not going without you,” Christopher murmured.

"You have to,” she insisted weakly. “You've made such progress. You can do so much."

"So can you. We want you to work with us. We'll make that clear."

"Your genetics research coincides with our cancer work,” Jason added. “Together they appear to take us one step closer to the cure. We think your research may hold a key."

They'd been scoping out her research without her knowledge? It should tick her off, but she didn't have the energy for it. She chuckled weakly. “So you want the old lady for her brain."

Christopher's arms tightened around her. “Call yourself old again and I swear I'll spank you."

Again? Didn't he realise that wasn't much of a threat? After this morning, she knew she liked it.

"You have a couple of years on us. So what?” he continued. “You're gorgeous. I feel you rolling your eyes. Stop it. You're perfect for us. No twig-like girl stands a chance beside you. You're a woman with curves and depth. Besides ... between your years of uninspired marriage and our wild bachelor years, I think our ages are evened out."

"Now you're digging."

Jason caught her chin, making her look at him and she was pleased to see her vision was starting to clear. “The age thing doesn't matter. Say it."

"It does sort of."

He groaned, tipping his head back on the seat. “Dana!"

"Well ... come on. At my age, we'll have to have the kids you mentioned right away."

Both men stared at her and embarrassment flooded through her.