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    Barrett, on the other hand, ran a couple ’ s ranch specializing in weekend ménages. No doubt all of the Gideons knew how to please a woman and expected their woman to be able to please them.
    She was doomed.
    Barrett cursed as he opened and closed cabinet after cabinet in search of coffee. “How hard can it be to find coffee?”
    “Can’t you ask the people you have working back here?”
    “We send them home before the meet and greet.”
    Odd. But then again , she didn’t see anyone eating anything. No, people’s hunger was focused on the other guests, not on food. “What if someone gets hungry?”
    He turned and looked at her, an intense gleam in his eyes. “The guests aren’t hungry for food. They want wild, uninhibited, and often extreme sex. They don’t want food unless it is part of the sex act.”
    Food? She’d never so much as had anyone feed her grapes. The idea of having Barrett use food as a sexual toy planted itself and throbbed in the walls of her pussy, pushing blistering liquid down her channel and drenching her panties. She wanted Barrett to use food on her. She didn’t know how, and she didn’t care.
    She tried to sound disinterested as she picked at her nails and asked, “How would they use food?”
    Barrett quirked his lips and tilted his head as he studied her. “Are you asking me to tell you? Or to show you?”
    His question shocked her, but her body’s reaction to it shocked her more. Desire plunged through her, tightening her already way too sensitive nipples so much that she couldn’t stop the whimper that fell from her lips. Her pussy tingled in anticipation, her clit throbbing relentlessly as it demanded attention.
    Casually, Barrett stalked over to the enormous refrigerator and leaned against it with his shoulder before folding his arms in front of him. The gesture had his already bulging biceps strain the fabric of the shirt.
    “Well?”
    Oh, boy. Here it was. The decision she’d been waiting for and dreading at the same time. She only needed to say the words , and he’d no doubt have her naked within five minutes. And she wanted him to. Dear God, did she want him to.
    So why, then, was she hesitating?
    “Is it really that hard of a decision?”
    She jumped as Chris walked into the kitchen, that ridiculously charming grin on his handsome face. He moved to Barrett, gave him a quick nod, and then motioned for him to move. Barrett narrowed his gaze in return.
    “Why don’t you see if you can go help our guest with her decision.”
    Barrett nodded and licked his lips as he waltzed over to Sarah, stopping behind her and running his hands along her shoulders. “Tell me, Sarah. Have you ever had frozen grapes pushed up into your pussy and then had them sucked out, one by one? Or Bing cherries? Have you ever enjoyed fruit in any other way than orally?”
    Heat sparked flames that started in her cheeks but quickly plunged throughout her body . A steady thump, thump, thump swelled her clit as her libido tried to sway her decision. She blew out a breath and deliberated whether to have what would be the best sexual experience of her life, or run and hide out in her room until the snow lifted enough for the roads to clear.
    Chris opened the large stainless steel refrigerator and pulled out a pointy carrot with a straggly root snaking out one end, a full head of greens on the other.
    “W – What are you going to do with that?” she stammered as his well-muscled legs steadily chopped up the distance between them with deliberately slow, steady steps, his expression hardening to steel as his gaze darkened to almost black.
    “I’m going to help you decide,” he told her before lifting the carrot and running the greens across her neck. Sizzling chills burrowed under her skin, and she released a violent tremor. “Close your eyes.”
    She did and sucked in a breath when he traced the chilling greens along her jaw, up her cheek, across her forehead, and back down. When the