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Jane’s toned hips.
    Ethan flipped his hand and started to rub his wife’s cunt. She cried out at his touch.
    “Bring her to the bedroom,” he instructed Danny, hauling Jane away from Margot and pulling her back down the hall.
    For a moment, Margot watched them go, dizzied by the sight of Jane’s ass in her tight shorts and Ethan’s strong back. She wanted them both with a need that was off the charts.
    Danny’s chest rumbled against her back. He spun her into his arms and stared into her eyes. “Love you, sweetheart. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
    “And you,” she said breathlessly. “You sure you want this?” His eyes darkened. “Fuck, I don’t think I could stop now. I’m hard as stone.”
    She went on tiptoe to brush her lips across his. “Good. Because I want you. And Jane wants you. And Ethan.” His breath came faster. She was still stunned by his admission that he’d been lovers with an army buddy. Like Jane said, it was all so perfect. So easy. Like slipping into a warm bath.
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    He yanked her off her feet and strode toward the bedroom with her, his limp only slight in comparison to when he’d come in to the ER
    months ago. They followed the flicker of candles into the bedroom, only to see Jane on her back, with her legs over Ethan’s shoulders, and his face buried in her pussy.
    “Goddamn, it’s like being in a live porno.” She grinned at him. “Except the sex is so much better with all these heart connections.” Without hesitation, she stripped out of her clothes, abandoning them on the floor. Then she turned to Danny.
    He shook his head, his gaze darting between the couple on the bed and Margot. “I can’t get naked yet. I’ll blow if I do.” She slid her hands over his chest. “At least your shirt.” Deep down, she knew he was also a little uneasy about new people seeing his scarred thigh.
    He allowed her to pull his shirt off. He kicked off his shoes too.
    When Margot climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside Jane, she crooked a finger at him. He came to her instantly, hovering over her for a long, tongue-swirling kiss.
    Jane was caressing her breasts, and then Danny’s callused fingers worked with hers, chasing them around each needy globe. Tearing from the kiss, he licked her nipples then Jane’s fingers. Margot leaned up to watch his tongue snake through each slender digit and back to her straining breasts.
    Ethan’s excited gaze met Margot’s as his tongue worked over Jane’s wet folds. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit and held it. Jane issued a sharp cry. She started to twist, and Margot caught her in her arms.
    She looked at Danny pointedly. He slipped off her. Margot flipped atop Jane and straddled her waist, bringing her wet pussy into contact with Jane’s taut stomach. Jane slid two fingers over her mound and strummed her clit.
    Margot gasped at the sensations ripping through her.
    “Come here, baby,” Jane rasped. “Sit on my face.”
    “Oh, God.” Danny’s groan filled the room.
    Margot felt Ethan separating his wife’s thighs farther, and she imagined him driving his tongue deep within her honey hole.
    Holding Jane’s turbulent gaze, Margot shimmied up her body.
    She dropped a kiss to Jane’s luscious mouth before dangling her slash over it. Danny climbed off the bed and situated himself close to them, his cock bulging against his zipper.
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    As Jane’s tongue met Margot’s slippery folds, Danny stroked the bulge in his jeans. Margot reached for him. Hooked a finger in his belt loop and yanked him close. Close enough to kiss.
    Her mouth met his with insatiable lust. Naughty images flipped through her brain as Jane licked her pussy. Images of Danny and Jane intertwined. Of herself kneeling before Ethan and his long cock inches from her lips. Of big male bodies twisted in passion.
    She fumbled with his button and zipper. Ignoring his protest, she reached into his briefs and removed his