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“Spread your legs more,” Connor ordered her, gesturing Alex
to focus on them.

After a long moment, Nikki obeyed. So did Alex. His fucking
lens was practically resting on her damn cleft.

Outrage surged through Mitch. Sweat ran into his eyes,
burning like a motherfucker. It was stuffy and too crowded in here. He wanted
Nikki to himself. At the most, he’d be willing to share her with Connor.

She moaned softly.

Why?

And then Mitch knew. Unknowingly, he’d been stroking her
clit, the small rise of flesh firm and wanting of a man’s touch.

Connor made a noise somewhere between a sigh and an oath.
“Shave her,” he ordered.

Mitch did, his strokes lazy and measured, each meant to
arouse Nikki, the same as his thumb manipulating her nub. She babbled
incoherently, the sounds a woman makes when enjoying herself. Finished, he
tossed the blade aside, ignoring its clank-clank-clank against the stone floor.
With his fingers still inside her, Mitch licked her nub. It smelled of almonds
mingled with magnolias and musk. It tasted better than any food he’d ever
eaten, even when he’d been a hungry teen.

Nikki grunted indelicately, the best thing Mitch had heard
in years. He ran his free hand over her ass, down the furrow between her
cheeks, exploring her anus.

She tried to wriggle away. He held her fast, driving his
tongue into her opening and the tip of his finger past her tight ring, letting
her know that no part of her was going to be free of his touch.

Connor said something, no doubt a direction Mitch didn’t
catch and cared nothing about. He suckled Nikki’s nub and spread his fingers
inside her sheath, making her pant, causing her body to grow moist with
perspiration. Again, she pushed to her toes, jiggling the chains. Mitch
continued, not giving her a moment’s peace. Gently, he bit her nub, then licked
it as fast as he could only to stop without warning, pleased with her
frustrated groan. He toyed with her repeatedly, feeling the mounting tension in
her body, knowing what she had to have, giving it to her at last.

On her breathless cry, the orgasm cut through her, leaving
Nikki shivering and weak because of what he’d done. Proud as hell, Mitch rested
his forehead against her belly, savoring her softness and warmth, letting her
know that after all these years, he wasn’t about to allow her to escape.

“Hey,” Connor snapped. “I said cut. You’re getting it all
wrong. Whoa, hold it. That isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing next.”

“It’s okay,” Mitch said, tearing off his clothes, kicking
them aside. “I’m improvising.” Nothing short of a bullet in his brain would
make him stop.

Nikki’s head hung between her shoulders, strands of damp
hair sticking to her throat and chest. With hooded eyes, she regarded his
nudity. Proudly, Mitch allowed it. His cock was as hard as it had been during
his teens. As a man, he knew how to hold off and please a woman.

He moved into her, the length of their bodies meeting. She
lifted her chin, exposing her neck. Mitch took full advantage. New moans
escaped her with each of his kisses. He licked and suckled her throat,
tormenting her, demanding she crave more.

“Fuck me,” she breathed.

All day and all night. For the time being, though, Mitch
cupped her breast, lifting it to his mouth, swirling his tongue over her
nipple.

Connor said something. Again, Mitch didn’t hear or heed it.
Having Nikki’s nipple in his mouth demanded all of his focus. The tip stiffened
even more, her areola got tighter. She pushed out her chest, delivering
herself.

He groaned in gratitude, then sucked hard, suspecting she’d
like it. Her resultant whimper proved she did. He tended to her other breast,
then thrust his tongue into her wonderfully hot mouth. She welcomed him as she
had in the BDSM room and the stairwell, her kiss both impassioned and tender.

Its lustiness cut through all the sentimental stuff,
reducing Mitch to animal need. With their mouths still joined, he pulled Nikki
off her feet and into him. She tugged on the shackles to force the chain
through the pulley. The metal links went slack, allowing Nikki to rest her arms
on his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his hips and followed his lead as
though they’d been doing this for a lifetime…or had been dreaming about it.

The wait was over. Thank God. Mitch knew he wouldn’t last
another second. With his hand around his rigid cock, he directed the crown to
her cunt and plunged inside.

Chapter Six

Yes. More.
Please.

He was finally inside her, the root of his shaft nestled
against her clit. His length and thickness strained Nikki’s pussy, forcing her
body to accommodate his, and it still wasn’t enough.

She dug her fingers into Mitch’s shoulders, demanding he get
closer. Pursing her lips around his tongue, she drew it deeper into her mouth,
her response telling him what she had to have. Him so near they’d never again
be separated. She needed that of Connor too.

He stood a few feet away. A continent might as well have
been separating them. He offered no comment at all, not even a complaint that
would have told Nikki he was envious of his brother’s actions, that Connor had
missed her as much as she’d missed him. The only sounds came from the cast.
They clawed the glass as directed earlier, shouting that they wanted inside to
claim and mount her.

Mitch’s actions prevented that, demanding this moment for
him alone. He smelled of clean skin, musk, leather and her. Nikki liked that
the most, having marked him as a feline might, making him her own. His
shoulders were smooth and heated beneath her arms, his body fucking hard.

He tugged even more of the chain through the pulley and
walked them to one of the glass walls, indifferent to the men’s voices outside.
Her back was to them, Mitch’s body snug to hers as it had been in the club’s
stairwell. He moved with grace and strength, easing his cock from her sheath
until only the plump head remained inside, then thrusting back in, driving even
deeper than he had before.

Nikki gasped in delight. How had she ever lived without
this? The wildest Wall Street parties hadn’t come close. Her ass made squeaking
noises against the panes. She curled her toes and hung on for all she was
worth, her tongue pushing Mitch’s from her mouth so she could fill him with
hers instead.

His throaty groan said he approved. As a reward, he slipped
his hand between their bodies, his fingers seeking her clit. Oh hell yeah.
Delicious sensations feathered out from Nikki’s cunt to her limbs, exciting,
irresistible. She was so damn wet Mitch had no trouble sliding in and out, his
pumps matching his fingers’ steady strokes on her nub.

Nikki shivered. She moaned. The man was a freaking machine
with the stamina of an Olympic athlete. Where had he learned to screw standing
up? Had he done it before with other women? Which ones? Shoshana? Girls from
the club? Mitch had said none of the men would recognize his nudity. He hadn’t
mentioned the women.

Nikki hated them all for having enjoyed what she’d hadn’t
until now. Crazy with lust, she kissed Mitch with a fierceness she’d shown him
and Connor when they’d been young and would have continued forever if not for
needing air.

The back of her head tapped the glass. She warned herself
against glancing in Connor’s direction, but couldn’t resist. He didn’t turn
away. She sensed he could not. His expression recorded the wonder she and Mitch
felt, along with residual pain. He seemed so alone. So uncertain.

Mitch wasn’t. He suckled her throat, drawing a rough moan
from her. With each of his thrusts, new currents of pleasure replaced the last,
his fingers not missing a beat on her clit, still unbearably sensitive from her
previous climax. Nikki sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying
out again…saying something Connor didn’t want to hear. The cast filled the
quiet, shouting like the lusty nobles they were supposed to be. Connor’s
breathing grew increasingly heavy—aroused or infuriated, Nikki didn’t know. Nor
could she do anything about it, or stop what was happening.

Mitch’s body and hers were slick with sweat, their chests
bumping into each other’s with each gasp for air. He tightened his hold,
obligating her to do the same with him. Eager, Nikki pressed her hands into his
back, her calves against his narrow hips. The force of their bodies vibrated
the glass. His cock seemed to get bigger or her cunt more full, delivering even
greater friction, coaxing them to the edge.

On an unrestrained growl, Mitch came, pulling Nikki with
him. Her inner muscles pulsed crazily around his rod. He flexed his cock,
thrusting into her several more times, maybe to make certain he’d tamed her.
Did the man have any doubt? Her arms hung over his shoulders. Simply keeping
her ankles crossed and her legs from falling became a monumental task.

Thankfully, he cupped her ass and adjusted his weight to
take the burden off her, then kissed her cheek. Tender responses not depicted
in the graphic novel or in Connor’s directions.

Did that make him mad? What was he doing now?

Nikki sucked Mitch’s shoulder, savoring its salty taste as
she regarded the rest of the cast first. They’d moved to each side of her and
Mitch, their fingers still scratching the panes. Many of the young men stared
at her, their wolfish expressions either the greatest acting on Planet Earth or
the real deal. A few exchanged glances that said they weren’t certain the scene
had ended or not.

“Do you want to call cut?” Alex asked Connor.

He regarded Nikki with an appetite to match her own.

Mitch pulled in a full breath, his chest pressing hers,
commanding her attention. She worked her fingers through his damp hair, keeping
his face against her neck, loving how his breath skipped over her skin, warming
it further. He yawned. Poor baby. He was so tired, but also sated and content.

Connor watched without comment, his hands in his pockets,
his fingers tightened into fists.

Nikki braved his mounting anger. It was better than before,
no emotion at all. If that was all he had left to offer, it would kill her.
Don’t
you know I want you too?

Whatever he saw on her face caused his fury to recede. He
looked so lost, Nikki offered a pleading smile.

The edges of his mouth edged up, then came right back down,
his feelings obvious to her and certainly jumbled. Need warred with doubt.
Desire struggled against pride.

“Hey, Connor,” Alex said, elbowing him. “Are we through
here?”

“What?” He frowned at the young man, then got his bearings.
“Yeah, cut,” he called out and left the gazebo.

The cast stepped away from the glass, their attention
sliding from him back to her and Mitch. For the first time today, Nikki felt
nude, all arousal chased away by the bad shit that could happen after sex.
Mitch’s actions proved it. As weary as he’d been a second ago, he was as alert
now, pulling out of her, unlocking the shackles as he watched his brother.
Connor stood at the equipment table, facing the grounds, not them.

“Do you want us to set up the next scene now?” one of the
crew asked.

Connor shook his head.

“Then when?” the guy persisted.

“I don’t know…take a break. Tell the others to do so until I
call everyone back.”

To do what? Pack their gear because the rest of the film
wasn’t going to happen? They were all leaving? A sinking feeling ran through
Nikki, making her queasy.

Mitch tugged on his breeches and left the gazebo, heading
for Connor.

Alex moved close enough for her to smell coffee on his
breath. “There’s food in the kitchen,” he said, all conspiratorial and
friendly. “If you’re hungry.”

He stared at her boobs as if he wanted to devour them.
Rather than pissing Nikki off, his unwelcomed familiarity depressed her. She
went outside, snatching her robe, pulling it on as she headed back to the
mansion.

Connor and Mitch continued to speak, their voices low, backs
to her, not even seeing her pass. Nikki figured it wouldn’t have mattered if
they had. They were arguing about what just happened and the only resolution
would be to fire her again. Twice in one week. Had to be some kind of record.

She ran to the dressing room, a combination makeup area and
bath that would have made Paris Hilton drool. Antique gold fixtures adorned
three white marble sinks shaped like seashells. The sun’s pale beams poured in
from the skylight, falling across two chaise lounges upholstered in
ivory-and-gray silk. Mirrored walls with subtle etchings of sandpipers and
reeds multiplied her reflection dozens of times. The slap of her feet against
the stone tiles recorded her troubled pacing.

Who would deliver the bad news? Connor? Mitch? Both?

Nikki stopped in the middle of the room, hearing men’s
voices in the hall. The shouted comments and boisterous laughter didn’t belong
to the Wade brothers, that was for sure. The guys moved past, no doubt heading
for the refreshments in the kitchen, unaware that this might be their last meal
here.

Her stomach cramped. She bounced on her heels, hating to
wait for bad shit. If Mitch and Connor were going to do the deed, then just get
it over with so they could all move on. Sure.

Nikki sagged against one of the mirrors, resting her
forehead on it. There had to be a way to turn this around and stay in their
lives at work and beyond. She hadn’t done anything wrong out there. How in the
hell could she when she’d been fucking shackled? Mitch was the one who’d veered
from the script and no way did she regret it. She could still feel him inside
her, hard and hot, insistent on taking what he wanted.

Maybe he’d been telling Connor that outside, explaining that
he’d behaved as any normal guy would when faced with a nude and chained female.
Could be he’d been apologizing for losing his head and promised to get rid of
her.

An agonized groan rushed from Nikki, emptying her lungs.
Beneath it, she heard someone approach and stop outside the door.

Go away. Please. I’m not ready for this.

The door’s hinges creaked briefly. Mitch came inside.

Anxiety pushed Nikki toward him, though not all the way. She
stopped in the center of the room, her legs too rubbery to go farther, and
blurted, “What?”

He closed the door. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re going to. What?”

“Are you all right?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m not. Connor hates me. You
hate me. You’re—”

“Whoa. What are you talking about? No one hates you, Nikki.”

She flapped her hands to stop her tears. Didn’t do a damn
bit of good. Her words were thick and halting. “I didn’t mean for that to have
happened out there. Not that I’m sorry. I’m not. If you hadn’t lost your head,
I would have. Not that I could do anything about it with those freaking
manacles on. I did the best I could.”

As unglued as she was, Mitch was as calm, running his thumb
over his chin. “Your best, huh? Good to know.”

Was he making fun of her? Prick. She brushed tears from her
cheeks, pulling off one of the feathers as she did so. Damn. “Why are you in
here? Don’t make me fucking wait.”

His thumb paused. His brows shot up. “I think waiting might
be good. You’re not in any condition to do anything else.”

“You want me to calm down so I’m in a better mood when you
fire me?”

“What?” He stepped closer. “Where in the hell did you get
that idea?”

Nikki stopped clenching her jaw, as confused as he seemed to
be. “You’re not here to tell me to get lost? That you never want to see me
again?”

“Have you lost your mind? Don’t you recall what just
happened in the gazebo?” He flung out his arm, gesturing in its direction. “You
think after that I’m going to keep my hands off you?”

What a nice question, though it didn’t address the entire
problem. Nikki licked a tear from the corner of her mouth. “Connor wants you
to.”

Mitch’s expression changed from exasperated to wary, then
right back to irate. “He doesn’t know what he wants, all right? And no one
tells me what to do. If you haven’t yet noticed, I’m a big boy.”

No kidding. The filmy outside light did nothing to diminish
the solid planes of his chest and torso. Hard slabs of muscle quivered with his
every move. His nipples were coffee colored, his belly flat, the hair trailing
from his navel to beneath his breeches silky and dark. The bulge between his
legs proved his interest in her. Still, Nikki had to ask, “You really want me?
Not just because you’re horny, but because you genuinely like me as a person?”

“Are you serious? What’s not to like?”

She could think of lots of things, with one of them being
Connor’s disapproval of her. He and Mitch had been through so much shit with
only each other to depend upon. That wasn’t the kind of bond any woman could or
should weaken. Her mouth trembled.

“Nikki, listen to me,” he said. “From the moment I met you
as a kid, I’ve wanted you. That’s never changed.”

His admission was so honest and brave, she forgot everything
else and hurried to him, pushing her fingers through his tangled hair, running
her thumbs over his temples. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “I was such a bitch
in school. I didn’t mean to hurt you and Connor. I was afraid the other kids
would turn on me. That’s no excuse, I know. I should have—”

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s in the past.”

“But I want to make up for it. I have to prove that I’m not
that girl anymore. I need to do something. What do you want me to do?”

“Shutting up would be good for starters.”

She laughed, then groaned, then kissed his jaw, his cheek,
each eyebrow, prattling as she did. “I’ve missed you and Connor so much. I
thought about you guys all the time. I went to your graduation. I wanted to
apologize, to beg you to forgive me for all the mean things I’d done, but I
didn’t have the balls to go through with it.”

Mitch’s hand stalled on her ass. “You were there that day?”

“Yeah. I even took pictures. It was all I had left of you.”

He bunched her robe in his fist, easing it up to uncover
her. “Because you didn’t have balls.” He settled his mouth on her ear and
whispered, “Believe me, I’m glad you don’t.”

Nikki smiled at his teasing, but still tightened her fingers
on his scalp. “Listen to me. I’m trying to apologize…to tell you how ashamed I
am.”