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    moved quickly and just before two, the office had cleared out of everyone except
    Lucian, Devril and Tally.
    Not that Tally hadn’t tried to escape, more than once. Thankfully, the work
    involved in keeping notes on the meeting as well as helping to clear the office later had
    kept her there.
    “Tally, make a note to contact Jesse regarding the new chips we’ll need for the
    Anderhaul project. That one should go quickly and make us a tidy little profit to boot.”
    “Noted.” She made the addition to her notebook, tucking back a stray strand of
    long black silk that had fallen over her shoulder.
    Lucian paused, watching her. She was small, small enough that he wondered if she
    could possibly handle both he and Devril taking her at once. They were both tall, broad
    men. Tally was delicate, exquisitely curved with full breasts and luscious hips, but tiny
    all the same. It never ceased to amaze him the hunger he felt for her. She wasn’t the
    type of woman he had thought his heart would eventually settle on. She was smart–
    mouthed, coolly mocking, and possessed a razor-edged wit that had often left him
    gritting his teeth and fuming in anger. On the other hand, she made him so damned
    horny he could barely breathe comfortably, and he knew she did the same to Devril.
    There was the crux of the matter. Unlike the other members of The Club, sharing
    his woman wouldn’t be an occasional thing. He had learned early in life that the bond
    he shared with his twin would never allow for anything so conventional. The moment
    they set eyes on Tally, both men had known instantly what they wanted from her. She
    wouldn’t have one lover, but two, nightly, daily, because she owned both their hearts.
    Lucian glanced at his brother, sensing his building arousal, just as he knew Devril
    would sense his own. It was a connection they had grown used to over the years and
    Lucian knew he wouldn’t wish it any other way. Just as he knew that eventually it
    might cost them the woman they loved.
    His gaze returned to her, watching as she began to straighten the files scattered
    across the low coffee table of the meeting area. Her skirt was conservative, the black silk
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    ending an inch below her knees. Black pumps fit over her small feet, low heeled, sedate.
    She exuded class and breeding, old money and genteel sensibilities. Unless you
    glimpsed the parts she kept carefully hidden.
    Jaded. It was her Internet identity, but there were times Lucian suspected it also
    described her outlook on relationships and men. She was, at heart, a sexual little wildcat
    who had given up on the fulfillment of her own fantasies. Fantasies Lucian and Devril
    were determined to bring to life.
    Lucian turned the lock on the office door decisively. The snick of the small
    mechanism had Tally tensing, her head rising slowly as she gazed back at him. Her
    nipples hardened instantly. He was watching for that, needed to see it.
    Devril lounged back on the wide couch watching her as well, though leaving the
    first move up to Lucian.
    “Unbutton your blouse,” Lucian ordered softly as he began to advance on her.
    “Slowly.”
    “Do I look like your personal stripper?” she asked archly, amusement glittering in
    her gaze.
    She had been expecting this. He could see it in her eyes, in the excitement that
    pulsed at the vein in her neck.
    “If that’s what I want,” he said carefully. “We’re about to lay some ground rules
    here, Tally.” He watched the heat ignite in her eyes, the way her breasts seemed to swell
    beneath the silk of her shirt.
    “Oh, we are?” she questioned him softly. “Your rules, I’ll presume?”
    He shook his head slowly. “Our rules, Tally. Never just mine or Dev’s. All of us.
    We’re alone now. No business, no witnesses. No more games. Come on, baby, don’t
    you at least want to see how good it could be?” He kept his voice soft, gentle.
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