Anneke noticed Jamie stepping towards Amanda. “Come on, what’s up, you two?” She set a hand on her hip and waited for an explanation.

Amanda relaxed her shoulders and sighed heavily. “Well, it wasn’t entirely a set up. I mean, we knew those two guys would be there, but we haven’t met them yet.” She looked at Jamie, who nodded at the same time while clinging to Amanda.

“Relax, Jamie. I’m not going to kill you, though I totally should. A simple mention of that little fact, and I might have been more inclined to go out.” Anneke ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She looked at her watch. It was barely eleven o’clock.

“Those two are regulars, Anneke. They’re pretty safe. Haven’t seen a ring on their fingers or other women with them.” Amanda settled an arm around Anneke and led her towards the car.

She went willingly while fumbling for her keys in her pocket.

“Yeah, I almost thought they were gay at first.” Jamie slid in the backseat.

“Hush, Jamie.” Amanda glowered.

The three women laughed and pulled out of the parking lot. Heading home, Anneke kept quiet while Amanda and Jamie talked nonsensically about this and that.

Arriving back at Anneke’s, the girls piled out of the car and leaned against it. Amanda and Jamie looked pretty impressed with themselves, judging by the looks on their faces. Huffing, Anneke smirked. “Goodnight, girls,” Anneke kissed them both on the cheek before sending them off.

Both of them waved and walked down the street towards their cars. Watching to make sure they both drove off safely, Anneke shut the door and locked it, sliding against the doorframe with a heavy sigh.

Closing her eyes, she thought about the evening. Troy was a delicious man. He had a hell of a build if the rest of him was as hard as the biceps she’d grazed earlier. His smile was killer, and his eyes…oh goddess, those eyes. What it would be like to let him mount her while she looked into deep blue eyes that held desire only for her while those strong arms gripped her shoulders and he drove what she presumed was a massive cock into her slit.

Then there was Bill. He was a little more round than Troy, but he had a definite masculine gait to his walk, a stride that showed deliberate confidence. What if she felt his cock brush against her ass…slowly sliding itself in?

“Argh!” she screamed as beads of wetness formed at her thighs. Her panties were already soaked, and she’d manually pleasured herself earlier.

One look at the clock told her it was late already. Almost midnight… She had yet to go over her presentation because she’d been too busy watching bad porn with the girls. Oh well, at least they’d had a bit of fun.

She trudged down the hall and stripped off her clothes until she was down to bra and panties. One glance at herself in the mirror then back at the clock and she realised it was too late to go over her presentation notes before bed. She tugged off the remainder of her undergarments. Crawling beneath the covers, she resigned herself to bed, unsatisfied yet determined to bag herself two cowboys for a threesome.

Chapter Three

Anneke tossed and turned all night with visions of two men dancing in her head. They seduced her, starting off with slow kisses along her neck, her jaw, her collarbone. Strong hands gripped her shoulders while a second pair held her firmly at her hips.

Her deft fingers moved over rippled muscles beneath the fabric of a charcoal grey T-shirt stretched over taut muscles to feel the hardness of a smooth chest and chiselled stomach.

Nails scratched along skin while teeth nipped her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Arching her hips against the thick bulge beneath coarse blue jeans, she waited for her own pants to be removed.

Thick fingers worked down her waist, skittering lightly over her skin to the zipper of her jeans. With a light tug, the zipper fell.

Soon, her jeans were off, and she stood between two hot men who had their hands all over her. Leaning back against the one, she felt a pair of arms circle her waist, pulling her into the warm body while a mouth locked onto her neck.

Another pair of lips settled over her breast, tongue laving through the material of her shirt.

The fabric of her top irritated her breasts to the point where her nipples begged to be suckled into hard little peaks.

The mouth over one breast did just that, pulling and pressing with a firm tongue.

Sensation shot down her spine and she arched her hips upward.

A powerful thigh spread her legs while hands splayed over her waist.

Fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties and began the descent into her creamy slit.

Bam! The alarm clock buzzed loudly, waking Anneke from her sleep. “God damn it!” She threw a hand against the alarm, shutting it off. Stretching, she looked down at the sheets to see them tangled around her bare thighs. Her pussy was soaked, the smell of wanton lust filling her nostrils this morning. She looked at the clock. It was barely a quarter after five. She had just enough time to get a shower, eat breakfast and dash off to work.

How she could give her presentation in her current state of mind was beyond her. The erotic dreams she’d had all night had kept her tossing and turning, as evidenced by the tangle of sheets.

Slipping out of bed, she padded into the bathroom, showered quickly, dressed and rushed into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice and make a quick breakfast out of yogurt and oats.

Downing her juice and inhaling her breakfast, she grabbed her briefcase and keys then noticed the business card on the table beside her keys.

She picked it up and looked at it, a wicked smile crossing her lips at the thought of calling Troy and Bill later today.

Would they both be agreeable to a threesome?

She sure as hell hoped so. They were oh so ready and willing in last night’s dreams.

It hadn’t even been that long since she’d had sex. Damn, she’d slept with Jones two weeks ago before she’d thought of calling it off with that bastard. Not that sex with him was spectacular or anything. More like dismal.

Hell, she’d had to finish herself.

Again.

What a disappointment.

Tucking the card into her briefcase, she walked into the hall. Locking her door behind her, she headed towards her car.

A moment later, she’d pulled onto the highway and sped towards work. She grinned to herself. She had a plan to get herself in some trouble with two hunky men…

After giving her presentation with renewed enthusiasm and a healthy dose of coffee, the rest of the day was uneventful. Revealing figures and facts to the board of directors had been something Anneke didn’t want to do, based on the dismal financial outcome, but the only thing she was truly concerned with at the moment was coming.

Hard and fast.

She strolled out of the boardroom with folders in hand and a sense of accomplishment until she’d spotted an annoyance just down the hall.

“Anneke, baby.” The man strode towards her, snapping his fingers and pointing at her. “Free tonight?” He was dressed impeccably in three-piece, navy blue suit with matching tie. And he reeked of expensive cologne that would surely play hell with her sinuses later if she didn’t vanish now.

Throwing a hand up, she brushed right past the obnoxious troll. “Skip it, Jones. No time, you pompous bastard!” Damn, that felt good! She continued walking towards her office, giddy about the phone call she was about to make.

Shutting the door to her office, she slid on top of the desk and picked up the phone. Retrieving the card from beneath her briefcase, she dialled the number and leaned back comfortably on one hand.