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into a sitting position, he drained what was left of his drink, and looked at me.  "Shall we go, beautiful?"
    I realized as he said it, that I felt beautiful. I felt incredibly sexy, confident.  "Yes," I said, returning his gaze. "Let's go." 
    Jeff went to collect his briefcase and his laptop, giving himself time for the rise in his pants to subside.  He smiled at me and nodded, opening the door of his office so I could step through.  When we got to the reception area, he addressed the blond woman.  "Rebecca, please call down and have Harry waiting for us out front."  She nodded as we left.  We rode the elevator down, him greeting the occasional coworker as people left for the day.  When we emerged on the first floor and walked out of the building, a limousine was waiting for us, with a driver standing by to open the door for us.  "Hi, Harry! Take us to Summit Street, please."  The driver nodded, and closed the door behind us.
    After how quickly things had gotten heated in Jeff's office, we kept to light chitchat during the limo ride so as not to get too carried away.  He asked me a little bit about my background, interests, things like that.  He seemed to already know more about me than I would have anticipated.  It seems that he hadn't been lying about the brothers' mutual interest in me.  I still could hardly believe two such sexy and eligible men would even give me the time of day, much less want to spend a weekend tryst with me. 
    After about twenty minutes, we arrived at a gleaming condo building in the city's trendy warehouse district.  The limo dropped us off in the front, and we took another elevator to the top floor penthouse, only accessible by turning a special key in the elevator. Opening the front door to the condo, Jeff called out, "Happy birthday, brother! Come see what I've brought you as a present!"
    From the direction of what looked to be the kitchen, Greg Hansen emerged in dark jeans and a unbuttoned oxford.  When he saw me, he stopped short.  "Ms. Hamilton," he stammered.
    Okay, call me slow-witted, but I seriously could not get over the fact that these two knew my name.
    Greg Hansen was physically a darker version of his brother.  Same sculpted lips, same beautiful eyes, same muscular physique, same amazing ass. And wow, I hope the same chest and stomach.  What I could glimpse beneath his open shirt made me want to strip him naked and lick a path down his stomach to his cock. 
    Greg looked at me in astonishment, and then at his brother. "What..." he began.
    "Ms. Hamilton -- Lindsay -- has agreed to be our companion for the weekend. Happy birthday, brother!" Jeff grinned and looked at me. "Champagne?"
    I smiled back, and then looked at Greg, hoping he was okay with this.  "Sure," I replied. 
    "I'll be back in a sec," Jeff said, moving in the same direction Greg had emerged from. 
    Greg seemed surprised, to say the least, but he recovered quickly.  "Please, have a seat," he said, nodding his head toward the living room.  I sat on the couch, and he sat down next to me, much like I had sat next to his brother in his office a little while ago.  "Um, happy birthday!" I said to him, smiling in what I hoped was a seductive and not obviously nervous way. 
    He looked at me with a curious expression, and then slowly broke into a subtle grin.  "Thanks," he smiled.  "So, I suppose my brother has told you that we've had our eyes on you for some time. Is it true that you've agreed to... spend the weekend with us?"
     
    "Yes, it is true.  I, uh... well, I haven't ever done anything quite like this," I admitted.  I wanted him to think I was sexy, but I realized I didn't want him to think I was a slut. 
    "Neither have we," he said.  "But then, my brother has always had exceptionally good ideas," he added, raising his eyebrows.
    Jeff returned with a bottle of champagne and three glasses.  Popping the cork, he poured the mousse for all of us, and handed us each a glass.  "To Ms.