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giddy anticipation. But if Brandon noticed, he didn"t mention it.

Conversation was easy, but only because they avoided talking about what they had on their minds. Once the pizza had arrived, the delivery kid had been tipped and sent on his way and far too many slices of pepperoni had been inhaled, she knew it was time to say what she"d come to say. Do what she"d come to do.

Shit, she was getting more and more nervous. Folding her legs under her, she sat facing Brandon on the couch and studied his strong profile.

“Bran?”

He didn"t look at her. The set of his shoulders told her he dreaded what was coming.

“Yeah?”

She swallowed, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. She briefly considered chickening out, but couldn"t. Ever since she"d stood in Patrick"s kitchen and watched 33

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the only two men she"d ever loved pounce on each other, she couldn"t stop thinking about it. It had been the hottest thing she"d ever seen in her life. She"d known immediately what she wanted. And god, how she craved it now that it had entered the realm of possibility. It could work. They could all have what they wanted. Who they wanted. An adventure.

She only had to get her men on board. Not a small task.

“I have this really crazy idea.” There. She"d said it.

Brandon"s eyes were wary. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Only, before I get into the details, I want to conduct an experiment.” For a moment, he just looked at her. Clearly, this wasn"t the conversation he"d been expecting. “Okay,” he said, at length. “What do you have in mind?”

“Close your eyes.” His piercing green gaze stayed locked on hers. She could read a thousand questions in his eyes and her heart bounced in her chest. Would he do it?

His lids fluttered shut, his face passive, his hands loose on his lap, and she took a moment to enjoy his beauty. His trust. God, he was lovely.

Leaning in, she braced her hand on the back of the couch and enjoyed the warm press of his arm and chest against her breasts as she loomed over him. She drew in a long steadying breath, her nipples hardening to aching peaks. Sending up a silent prayer that this would work, she pressed her lips to Brandon"s.

Brandon almost smiled when Destiny kissed him. She was so sweet. So affectionate.

A little kiss was an everyday sort of thing for her.

He wondered what the experiment would be.

Then he felt the cool trace of her tongue as it slowly drew across the seam of his lips and he figured it out. The kiss was the experiment.

Sweet Jesus, Destiny was kissing him. For real. Sweet, gorgeous, lush, wonderful Destiny was kissing him.

It was too much.

After almost a week of excruciating sexual frustration and almost twenty years of pretending he didn"t have the hots for both of his best friends, he threw caution and sanity to the wind and opened his mouth to Destiny.

She tasted like heaven. Sweet and hot. Her tongue swept inside his mouth, dancing over his to tangle and torment before leading him to chase it back through her lips and into her mouth. He brushed her cheek with his fingertips, holding her still with the barest touch when he drew back to nibble and suck at her lips, her whimpers driving him further, his explorations fierce and fast. Reason fought to return, the voice in his head shouting to be heard over his pounding heart, urging him to stop, to back away, to think about what he was doing. She was for Patrick. Not for him. Then her desperate moan had him diving back into her mouth, thrusting his tongue across hers again and again.

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Her hands speared into his hair, her head tilting to deepen the kiss, her nose rubbing along his, her soft lips eating at his mouth with abandon. With a jolt that sent blood coursing to his already hard cock, he recognized that she kissed like Patrick. That after so many years, they had learned each other"s techniques. As all couples do.

What was wrong with him that he found that so fucking hot?

Frantic, shaking with the need for more, the need to touch her and hold her close, he hauled her to him, lifting her so that she straddled his lap and her full breasts crushed against his chest. Her skirt slid up to her hips, her soft thighs forced into the cushions on either side of him, caging him in her warmth.

His hands skimmed down from her waist to her ass, desperate to learn more, to steal as many memories as he could while he had the chance. Clenching his fingers in the folds of bunched fabric, his pinkies traced over the smooth soft skin beneath the hem of her skirt.

Jesus, was she wearing anything beneath? The very idea that she might not be rocked him, his hips lifting to press against her heat. His head spun. His hands fought to contain her writhing response. Her complete lack of inhibition was everything he"d expected from Destiny and yet was completely unprepared to absorb. Nothing, though, was more shocking than how right it felt to be in her arms.

He loved the feel of her curves as they undulated against him. She was built like a woman should be, with breasts and hips and softness a man could spend hours stroking. Petting. Licking. He rolled his erection against the junction of her thighs again, felt her tilt her hips, grinding her clit down on the ridge of his fly. Her moan echoed in his mouth.

He growled when she pulled her hips away and eased back a little. He felt the loss of her touch keenly even though her mouth still worked at his, nibbling and sucking It wasn"t enough. Not nearly enough.

He nearly came when her fingers began working the button of his jeans. Nearly flew apart as she yanked the zipper down. He could hardly believe this was happening at all, in spite

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