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otherwise.” Before she could respond his mouth was
on hers and he was kissing her with bruising efficiency. The only thing Blythe
could do was hold onto his shoulders and let him devour her. The taste of him filled
her mouth. It was sweet and tangy, and the flavor was like the wine she had sipped
earlier. Feeling a bit braver with her attraction she pressed her tongue to
his, trying to show him that she, too, could take control. That lasted all of
one second because Stellan was right back to taking her mouth like he owned it.
If that’s what he wanted, who in the hell was she to deny him?
                Fiery
heat covered her back, and she knew Dietrich behind her. He didn’t touch her,
but his breath moved the tendrils of hair by her neck. She felt his lips at the
shell of her ear, not moving, just slightly pressed against it. She went to
break the kiss, but Stellan still had a firm grip on her chin and kept her immobile
as he moved his tongue and lips against hers possessively.
                “He
taste good doesn’t he, Blythe.” Dietrich didn’t phrase it like a question, but
she couldn’t have answered anyway. Stellan was relentless in his onslaught
against her lips. Her panties were soaked, her clit was swollen, and she ached
to be filled. She had never done something so wanton before. Here was a virtual
stranger, one who clearly slept with her boss, and the man she lusted after.
All she could think about was being between them, letting them have their way
with her, and submitting fully. Dietrich moved his mouth away from her ear and
down to her pulse that beat frantically at the side of her neck. His lips moved
softly when he said, “Every inch of him tastes good, Miss Winters.”
                Stellan
groaned against her mouth and used his hand on her chin to tilt her head more
to the side so he could kiss her deeper. Dietrich stepped closer to her, and
she felt the tell-tale sign of his erection just barely pressing against her
lower back.
    Oh, for
everything that is holy.   Here she was, sandwiched between the two men who
had kept her body and thoughts wrapped in a tight hold. They were hard, for
her. Blythe couldn’t get enough air into her lungs and broke the kiss, but she
knew Stellan allowed her to break away. He kissed a path of liquid fire down
her throat. His teeth gently scraped up and down her neck, and she let her head
loll back and onto Dietrich’s shoulder. Her boss hadn’t touched her, not
really, but just the feel of him so close to her and of Stellan taking her to
new heights, was enough to undo her completely. With her eyes closed all she
could do was feel what they did to her, but that didn’t seem to be enough for
them. With both of Stellan’s hands on her body she knew it was Dietrich who
grabbed her hand and moved it until her palm connected with Stellan’s erection.
Stellan let out a gruff groan while Dietrich breathed heavily against her neck.
He kept his hand over hers and rubbed Stellan through his slacks. Stellan
pushed his hips forward and into her palm.
    “Does
it feel good, querida ?”
    Blythe
couldn’t think clearly, let alone answer.
    “Answer
him, pet.” Dietrich emphasized his words with a gentle scrape of his teeth over
the side of her throat. Blythe didn’t want to think too hard on being called
that by Dietrich.
    “Yes
… God, yes, it feels so good.” She practically moaned the words out, but she
was far from embarrassed. Curling her fingers further into Stellan’s shoulders,
she loved the animalistic growl that left him.
    “Do
you want to take this a step further, pet? Do you want to have every inch of
your body touched, caressed, and petted?”
    Blythe
had no idea what came over her, but she found herself lifting onto her toes and
popping her ass out. The act had her coming into contact with Dietrich’s
erection and causing a harsh grunt to spill from the normally stoic, controlled
man. Aside from his mouth by her throat he