He met her lust-filled gaze, the dark pupils of her eyes now clouded with desire. He slowly ran his hands down the length of her arms, gently stroking her bare skin. She was warm, her body flushed from the heat of her arousal and he drank in her essence, her lingering scent, as he leaned into her again, to taste her lips.

This kiss was harder, more urgent as he claimed her with his mouth. And she instantly responded by moulding her body to his, yielding to his probing lips. Every cell within him called out to her, desperately seeking the completion that she now offered. He ached to slide his length inside her warmth, but he clung to his iron will of self-control, resisting the demands of his body. She deserved more than a hasty fuck on the floor of the office break room, and he was determined to give that to her-and so much more.

Dragging his lips from hers, he gave her one last quick peck against her mouth before sliding down the length of her body to drop to his knees before her. With deft movements, he unsnapped her jeans and slowly tugged down the zipper.

He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, her musky scent filling his lungs. Reaching inside her jeans, he cupped the full swells of her ass and massaged gently before pushing her pants down to her ankles. She grasped the back of his head, anchoring herself against him, as she stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside.

Lifting his head, he held her gaze and a small knot tightened in his belly at the intimate look that passed between them. A lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed hard. Despite his earlier bravado, he knew making love to Collette would change everything, but it was too late now, he’d already agreed to help her. He was trapped.

Desire pumped through Collette’s body, and she moaned low in her throat when Gabe’s hands stroked the length of her bare thighs, hovering dangerously close to the centre of her womanhood.

She met his gaze, and a jolt of awareness shot through her at the look that flashed between them. But just as quickly as it came, Gabe’s hooded eyes darkened, closing off his deeper emotions to her, leaving her to wonder if she’d imagined the intimacy of their exchange.

But the real emotion that floated between them just moments before had not been imagined, which was why she now stood there, hovering in the mist of desire, still clinging to self-doubts. She knew there was something about all of this that troubled Gabe, but he refused to admit to it. Even now as she stared down at him, he refused to meet her searching gaze. Instead, he did what he’d done before. He resorted to distracting her with his powerful brand of lovemaking.

She’d been so deep in her thoughts of Gabe that she hadn’t noticed her panties being dragged to her feet, but at the first touch of Gabe’s mouth to the swollen lips of her pussy, she instantly forgot all her reservations and focused solely on the throbbing heat that pulsed between her thighs.

She trembled as Gabe swiped his tongue through the folds of her sex, and given her wobbly legs, she probably would have collapsed in a heap to the floor, had Roarke not pressed his body against hers, pouring his strength into her.

She’d been so lost in Gabe that she’d forgotten all about Roarke. But wasn’t that always the case? It was just too bad Roarke was such a player, because unlike Gabe, who only saw her as one of the guys and treated her as such, at least Roarke could appreciate her as a woman, even if it was purely superficial.

“You’re thinking too hard, honey,” Roarke whispered against her ear, as he snaked his arms around her to cup her breasts in his hands. “You need to forget whatever is in that pretty head of yours and just focus on what we’re about to do to you.” And to make his point clear, he massaged the weight of her breasts as he dipped his head to the curve of her neck and stroked his tongue along the sensitive flesh.

Tremors roared through her, as the simmering heat inside her leapt to life, building to an out of control wildfire.

She was lost to the sensation of it all as Gabe nibbled on the tiny nub of her clit, dragging sharp bolts of pleasure from her body. When he slid a single finger inside her clenching heat, she nearly fainted.

“Gabe,” she gasped, as her body melted against Roarke’s. She closed her eyes, savouring the heat of both men’s touch, and for the first time, she sifted through the unique scent of them both.

In many ways, they were so alike, and yet the differences between them were stark. Gabe’s essence vibrated with a dominant, masculine intensity that was all consuming, and power clung to him like a second skin. Whereas, Roarke was intensely primal, and everything about him screamed of baser urges, still there remained a sensuality about him that whispered of gentlemanly refinement. Their scents told her more about them than words ever could. Roarke was a ladies’ man, but Gabe was all man-an Alpha male among many.

She knew then that she’d chosen the perfect men to usher her through her mating season. There was no doubt in her mind, they would bring her body to new heights, as they were doing now.

Tangling her hand in Gabe’s silky hair, she held him pressed against her, as his mouth teased her towards the edge of fulfilment. Liquid heat slipped from her body, and Gabe drank from her, his mouth kissing her in the most intimate way a man could.

She shivered, as she felt herself sliding closer and closer to the edge. He seemed to sense her impending climax because he stroked another finger inside her as he tugged harder on her clit, with his skilful lips.

A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she drowned in the powerful sensations he dragged from her as she hovered just at the precipice of completion.

She clung to him, her nails digging into the back of his head, telling him with her body not to stop the sweet torture he was bestowing upon her. He responded in kind, eagerly devouring her with his mouth until she felt her climax building within her, but when Roarke fastened his lips to her neck and bore down, she completely shattered

The pleasure pain of his incisors piercing her skin sent white hot shocks of heat sizzling through her, and she found herself tumbling over the edge, falling straight towards the sweetest orgasm she could ever remember.

She cried out, her body pulsing from the force of her climax as both men drank from her until she was both weak and spent.

Tiny quakes roiled through her, as she slumped against Roarke, letting him take the entire weight of her body. She was a mindless, boneless zombie for a long while, to the point that she didn’t realise Gabe had slid her panties and jeans back onto her body until he stood before her to press his lips against hers.

She moaned into his hot mouth, as she tasted herself on his lips. The kiss was so sweet, so erotic, and it was over all too soon.

“That is only the beginning,” he whispered, as if he’d read her thoughts, but knew he hadn’t since her shields were still in place.

Roarke chuckled from behind her, his response mirroring the laughter that flashed in Gabe’s eyes.

She felt herself smiling, too, at the thought of what lay ahead for them, but her smile quickly disappeared when a sharp knock vibrated against the door, followed by the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock.

They sprang apart, and just in the nick of time, before their boss came barrelling inside. A were like herself, Captain Moliker’s hairy face was flushed a ruddy red as he glared at all three of them. The knowing look on his face told her exactly what he was thinking, and her cheeks heated with embarrassment.

“You three better have a damned good reason for why this door was locked!”