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Two men massaging me, two men sucking my breasts at the same time, two men taking turns bringing me to new heights of pleasure? How could any one man ever measure up?

And all of that is to say nothing about the involvement of my heart.

It’s hard to imagine ever wanting another man, when I want the Evans brothers so very much.

23

Reckless

It’s hard to stay focused at work the next day. Thankfully, Mom is working with me, and she handles the customers and the register while I do mostly mindless tasks, like tidying the shelves and minor restocking.

The store’s layout is long and narrow, with beachy touristy stuff in approximately two-thirds of the space, and the clothing boutique separated from the other merchandise by a partial wall at the opposite end of the building. Mid-afternoon, when the store is quietest, I’m folding shirts in the boutique when Knox appears.

“Good afternoon,” he says brightly.

“H-hi,” I stammer, shocked to see him in this environment. As far as I know, none of the Evans brothers have ever been in here, though they all know where I work.

“I have something for you. For your new apartment.” He hands me a gift bag.

“Oh! What? You didn’t have to do that.” I part the tissue paper and slide out a frame. Inside is one of the pictures Knox took of me that day on the beach, after he was done with the product shots. I’m sitting next to the water, gazing out toward the horizon. The beautiful colors of the setting sun make the whole scene glow.

I smile up at him. “Thank you. This is really nice.”

“I had a print made for myself, too. It was hard to pick a favorite, but I kept coming back to this one.” He stares at the picture in my hand for a moment longer before looking back at me. “How’s the online store doing?”

“Good! It’s starting to get a lot more traffic.” I put the frame back in the gift bag. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to put this in the storeroom in case any customers come in.”

“You’re not very busy in here,” he observes, looking around the empty boutique area.

“No, but things usually pick up in an hour or so.” I slip into the back room, feeling slightly flustered and hoping my mom doesn’t wander into this section of the store. She asked me about Cade and Ryder this morning, after meeting them when they helped me move yesterday, and my head’s not in the right place to be answering more questions about any of the Evans brothers.

When I return to the front, Knox is looking through a rack of men’s shirts. “Will you be adding men’s clothing to the online store?” he asks.

“Probably. I was waiting to see how the first set of items did.”

“I’ll be available to take photos anytime you need them.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that. Maybe I can repay you in clothes.” I pull a gray patterned shirt off the rack and hold it up to him. “This one suits you.”

“Do you think so?” It’s a Hawaiian shirt, but much more subtle than most.

“It brings out your eyes.”

“Maybe I’ll get it,” he says, taking the hanger from me, his hand brushing mine and setting off butterflies in my stomach. “You don’t need to repay me for taking photos, though. I enjoyed it.” His eyes flick downward to my pink dress before returning to my face. “How was your first night in your apartment, by the way?”

Who knew that could be such a complicated question. “It was fine,” I say. “Did Cade and Ryder say anything?”

“I saw them when they came home, but no, they didn’t say anything.”

I pick through shirts on another rack, seemingly looking for items for Knox, but not really focusing on the clothing.

“Why?” he asks. “Did anything happen?”

I’m quiet for a moment, biting my bottom lip. “Things happened,” I confirm, a note of pleasure in my voice.

His brow arches. “Oh?” He leans against a rack divider, as if settling in to hear more. “Did you enjoy the things that happened?”

“Yeah,” I confess. “Maybe too much.”

His eyes focus on something beyond me before he looks back at me and takes my hand. “There’s no such thing as too much enjoyment.”

He leads me over to one of the dressing room stalls and tugs me inside, closing the door behind us, and pulling me close. My heart starts pounding, both from Knox’s proximity and from fear of getting caught.

“It’s been killing me that we got interrupted that night on the porch. It’s all I can think about sometimes.” He kisses my neck as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I need to finish what we started.”

He bends and presses his head in the hollow between my breasts before grazing his teeth over one of them. My nipple instantly goes hard, poking through the fabric of both my bra and my thin dress. He bites at the hardened peak, needy and frustrated, before he reaches down and peels my dress upward from the bottom hem, exposing my panties, my stomach, my chest.


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