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further.
His head hung between his shoulders, hair falling into his eyes, his body
sluggish and weightless at the same time.
    At last, Alexandra finished with him. She inched up his
shirt and thermal tee, then kissed his belly.
    The endearment caught Daniel unaware, touching something
soul-deep, chasing away his comforting fatigue. Suddenly, he felt agitated,
closed in, wanting to escape. Damn, it was hot in here. Why had she turned the
heat up so high when she had a fucking fire blazing? Sweat trickled down his
chest and the back of his neck. He tried to quiet his breathing, but couldn’t.
    Nat, Red and Junior continued to stroke and kiss her back,
neck, shoulders. Despite that, Alexandra waited for Daniel’s acknowledgment.
    For some reason, he was afraid to look at her. He tore off
his shirt and tee, using it to mop up the perspiration on his chest, cursing
himself for wearing so many clothes. He threw them aside and pushed his jeans
and underwear to his feet.
    Alexandra scooted out of his way. So did the guys.
    Daniel pulled everything off, including his socks, and
dropped them where he stood, even as a part of him said he should get dressed
and leave. He’d done enough already. Too much. All of them had.
    “Our turn,” Junior said, clearly not agreeing.
    Daniel’s patience took another nosedive, racing precariously
close to anger.
    Something passed over Alexandra’s features. Desire?
Ambivalence? Fuck, Daniel couldn’t read her. She kept looking to him for
direction, because he was the man. He’d told her that. This was his show.
Problem was, Daniel didn’t know what to tell her…what he wanted. Too many
conflicting emotions snarled his thoughts.
    “I’ll go first,” Junior pressed.
    Daniel curled his fingers into fists, then loosened them as
quickly, committed to maintaining control. Alexandra had gotten under his skin
far too easily, more than any woman he’d known. Nat kept noticing, mistaking
Daniel’s feelings for jealousy rather than him wanting to save her from
herself.
    She didn’t seem to want that. She’d proven it tonight. In
fucking spades. Might as well have the same fun she would.
    He padded to her underwear, taking the bra, then he grabbed
one of the cloth napkins she’d put out.
    “Turn around,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, stay on
your knees.”

Chapter Six
     
    Her bra and the napkin swung provocatively, somewhat
menacingly from Daniel’s hand.
    Alexandra regarded both items as though they had nothing to
do with her, then drank in his beautiful form once more.
    Slabs of hard muscle defined his smooth pecs and abs, flat
belly and sinewy thighs. Dark hair dusted his legs, with it thickening on his
groin. His cock hung pendulously from a nest of curls, the shaft long with ropy
veins winding up it.
    Awed, Alexandra leaned closer, hungering to see more.
    His crown was almost as plump as before his orgasm. Then it
had been a fleshy mouthful, satiny and warm. Now it called to her again. So did
his balls. They dangled free, damp from her mouth.
    The same as the other guys’ would soon be.
    Nat, Red and Junior faced her, all of them erect, each
magnificent in his own way. Nat’s complexion was deliciously dusky, his cock
the only uncircumcised one in the bunch, the lighter head ringed by his
foreskin. A sprinkling of freckles decorated Red’s chest and belly. His balls
and shaft were much darker than Alexandra would’ve expected given his fair
skin. Junior’s body hair made him seem older than he was, potently male.
    Daniel stepped closer, prepared to make use of the bra and
napkin. One to bind her hands, keeping her from movement. The other to cover
her eyes, make certain she couldn’t know what happened next.
    Alexandra wondered why Daniel didn’t want her to see or
touch the other guys, as she’d done with him. Unless he thought restraining and
blindfolding her would heighten the pleasure. Eager to find out, she turned on
her knees and put her hands behind her back,