Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Breakfast at Tiffany’s By Ann Cory

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Resplendence Publishing, LLC P.O. Box 992 Edgewater, Florida, 32132 Breakfast at Tiffany’s Copyright © 2009, Ann Cory Edited by Tiffany Mason Cover art by Rika Singh Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-049-1 Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. Electronic release: July, 2009 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

For my Resplendence editor, Tiffany, for making edits such a smooth experience

Table of Contents Chapter One.................................................................................................................................... 6 Chapter Two.................................................................................................................................. 12 Chapter Three ............................................................................................................................... 27 Chapter Four ................................................................................................................................ 36 Chapter Five ................................................................................................................................. 38 About the Author ........................................................................................................................... 45

Chapter One

Her hand wrapped around its full, firm base. The silky smooth texture warm against her palm. With careful strokes, her fingers glided along its long, thick length. Her mouth watered. Lips tingled. Nothing else compared to its taste. Pure decadence. She rested the tip against her tongue and noted the sweetness. Her belly rumbled its desire. She slid her lips midway, hardly able to control herself. Teeth light against the exterior, she took a bite. The sugary banana flavor hit her taste buds with an all-out zing. What would accompany the exquisite fruit? Cinnamon. Coconut milk. Pineapple sorbet. Honey. A pinch of nutmeg. Perfection. Tiffany Woods bolted upright and grabbed a pen and notepad from her bedside table. In her own version of shorthand, she jotted down her newest idea for a smoothie recipe. Her dreams of late had strayed from erotic fantasies to creative fruit-based concoctions. Though the phallic shape of the banana had been somewhat arousing. Still, smoothies were her focus, and with good reason. Her future depended on them. As a result, she learned to keep paper nearby so her ideas wouldn’t be forgotten once her feet touched the sandstone-colored carpet. She yawned away the last remnants of sleep and stretched her arms above her head. Silvery rays of dawn washed over her skin from the large bay windows. After tomorrow, she hoped her mind would cut her some slack and allow her a good night’s rest. One more lingering moment in the confines of her cozy sleigh bed, and then she knew it was time to get moving. The soft down of the comforter beckoned her to stay, but the day called to her. With a sigh, Tiffany slid out of bed and shuffled into the shower. Warm mist coated her skin. She tilted her head back and let the water drench her hair. Deep breath in, she mentally prepared herself. The day would be busy, but fun, too. With Marcus and Shane set to come over, fun was guaranteed. Towel-dried and somewhat awake, she chose a simple outfit from the closet. A creamy tank top with a touch of lace at the chest, a cotton green shirt left unbuttoned, and a dark denim

skirt that hung an inch above her knees. From the dresser she pulled out a cringe-worthy pair of turquoise and gray striped panties, part of a set she received as a gag gift when she’d graduated from University. Not only unsightly, but each one had an attitude-laced saying stitched on them. To her horror, they were all she had to choose from. That would teach her to put off laundry for weeks. With a groan she slipped them on and didn’t even bother to look at what the waistband said. It was humiliating enough to know that she didn’t own a single pair of pretty panties. Or a sexy bra for that matter. Since the tank top and shirt concealed enough, she decided against wearing a bra altogether. Some day she’d splurge on herself with lacy lingerie from Victoria’s Secret. For now she wasn’t too concerned. It’s not like there was anyone to get all dolled up for. She finished getting dressed and rolled the shirtsleeves to her elbows. Now to tackle the tangled mess that was her long dark brown hair. After trying it up and in different styles, she put it in a ponytail with a few soft tendrils to frame her face. She kept her makeup soft and light. With the state of her nerves she’d probably sweat the stuff off anyways. Tiffany did a final circle in front of the mirror and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. She had an hour before her favorite guys would arrive. As supporters of her dream to start up a smoothie bar, she thought it fitting they pick her five best recipes. Their opinions had always mattered to her. They’d seen her at her worst and witnessed the changes she’d made over time, mainly physical ones. Growing up, she’d been ridiculed about her weight. While proud of how she looked now, past insecurities still plagued her. Even her parents had given her a hard time and treated her like an outcast. Now, a decade later, the relationship with her parents was still strained. They’d been considerate enough to send her a card when she graduated, but didn’t bother to show up in person. Funny considering they lived the next state over. However hurtful, Tiffany came to realize she didn’t require their approval. She had Marcus and Shane. They were good for her confidence and often talked her up on low days. She confided in them about her dreams of the future and often sought their advice. Plus they were devastatingly handsome and possessed intelligence and sharp wit. The total package. If only she could find the courage to convey that she envisioned her future to include them, as more than friends. ****

Shane Anderson pumped his arms to keep pace with his friend’s swift stride. The cool morning breeze licked at his face. Since January, they made it a point to get up and jog to stay in shape. Even on the weekends. At first he hated it, much preferring to sleep in, but after a couple months it turned into a habit. Now he used the time to reflect on his week, and try to make sense out of all the weird stuff that filtered into his head. Which nine times out of ten the weird stuff had to do with his quest to understand the female mind. “Remember when Billy Crystal said something like men and women can’t be friends?” he blurted out. “I think it was in that movie When Harry Met Sally?” His best mate Marcus Zimmerman nodded beside him. “Sounds familiar. What about it?” “I thought the guy was nuts at the time.” He dabbed at his forehead with his sweatshirt sleeve. “I can’t even count how many girls as friends I had back in high school.” “I take it you have a different view now?” Shane rolled his shoulders. “Sort of. I mean, depending on the situation it can be possible, but as an adult I find it doesn’t work the same way. Especially in an office situation.” His friend frowned. “It’s a bad idea to see someone from work.” “I know.” Bad ideas didn’t necessarily dissuade him. “Lately, when I start out friends with a woman, it moves right into more, and then turns into a big complicated mess. The only female friends I’ve managed to keep are either engaged or married. Not a single one in the mix. Aside from Tiffany, of course.” “Dude, I’m the same way.” “Remember that new administrative assistant I told you about the other week?” His friend cocked a brow and then grinned. “Ah yes, Monica.” Shane winced at the mention of her name. He worried the sky would open up and send down lightning bolts at him. “Yea, Monica, the she-devil in fishnet stockings. Well I made small talk with her a couple times, just to be friendly and make her feel more comfortable.” “I can see where this is going.” “You’d think, right? I didn’t want to tell you, but it’s killing me not to. About five nights ago she showed up at the door wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and a man’s dinner jacket.” Marcus groaned. “Whoa. Where was I?” “At a staff meeting.” “Damn. Talk about timing.”

His lips twisted. “Believe me, I considered sending you a text.” “Why, to share?” “Why do you think?” His words were more of a statement than a question. “So nothing would happen.” “Did you at least try to keep things platonic?” Shane shot him a look. “Fuck no. Did you hear what I said? She had nothing on but the stockings and a jacket. The raging hard on I got took my brain hostage and turned it into paste. I was helpless.” He ignored his friend’s chuckle. “You’d have done the same thing in my shoes.” Marcus flashed him a wide grin. “Damn straight. But you didn’t stand a chance. She came over with an agenda.” “Exactly,” he agreed. “And for three days she followed me around everywhere, and even flirted with me in front of the boss. Finally I took her aside and told her I didn’t want a relationship, and she put some sort of curse on me.” “A curse?” “She carved the word “dick” on my desk and told people she made a voodoo doll of me.” His friend whistled. “That’s fucked up.” “No kidding.” He didn’t even want to mention the freaky nightmares he’d been having. “I keep thinking that at any moment my leg is going to bend in some odd shape. Or I’m going to feel a sharp stabbing pain in my lower region.” “Whatever happens, I hope I’m around to see it.” He patted his friend’s shoulder. “You’re such a pal. Seriously though, I’m about ready to take myself out of the dating pool altogether.” “Might be safer,” Marcus pointed out. “Unless, of course, a certain longtime infatuation picked up on the signals being sent her way.” Even the thought of Tiffany made his pulse double. “For her I’d made an exception.” “Yes, our gal has been a tough cookie to make crumble at our feet. Little miss content in her world of fruit and blenders. Too busy to notice how we worship her.” While they waited at a crosswalk for the signal to change, Shane did some quick calf stretches. “Do you recall the last time she went on a date?”

Marcus shrugged. “I wanna say two years. Nah, wait, can that be right? Damn.” “I bet she hasn’t been laid for about that long either,” he concluded. “Which doesn’t make sense. She’s a sweetheart and a total babe. Course, she has had a lot on her plate the past couple of years.” He knew Marcus was right. Between her getting into shape, graduating from University, and immersing herself in Smoothies 101, she didn’t have as much time for them. Which is why they jumped at the chance to come over, despite not knowing a single thing about how a smoothie should taste. The signal changed and they started up jogging again. Shane couldn’t let go of how little Tiffany dated. “Girl has got to be in a serious state of need.” He could only imagine how tight her pussy was and wondered how often she got herself off. “If we were any kind of gentlemen, we’d do something to change that.” “What did you have in mind?” “I don’t know.” Shane slowed his gait, and then stopped altogether. “I mean, we’ve talked about this before. If given the chance we’d show her one hell of a good time. But we’re both too chicken to fuck things up. It could backfire and then our friendship would be screwed. Which only further proves that Billy Crystal knows what he’s talking about.” Marcus jogged in place. “Hm. She’s not even seeing one guy. What do you think she’ll do if two hit on her at the same time?” “Freak out. As I see it, she needs to make up for lost time. It will take two guys to satisfy her. That way she’ll be taken care of in all the right places. She deserves nothing less.” “I’m all for it. We’ve wanted to seduce her for a long time. The question is, when?” A wicked idea came to him. “Why not this morning? Her mind will be focused on her interview tomorrow, so let’s have a little fun.” Marcus stopped jogging. “I like the way you think, my man.” “It’s going to be fun.” He could picture her all doe-eyed and innocent, lips trembling as they simultaneously brought her to a thunderous orgasm. “Now, I’d never share a woman with just any guy, but you I can stand.” “Thanks?” “Sure thing. You’re like an extension of me, minus the hard body.” His friend crossed his arms. “You didn’t just go there.”

“Yeah, I went there. Did you forget who got the most votes on that popularity poll we sent out online?” “Dude, I didn’t want to say anything at the time, but I checked the ISP afterwards and guess which one came up for over half the votes. You totally rigged it.” Shane felt his face turn red hot. “What, you’re a computer geek now?” “Nope, but I knew you didn’t get those votes fair and square.” “I’ll never confess,” he said with a wry smile. “Good thing you’re not my brother.” “Why?” “I’d disown you.” “Ouch.” Shane checked his watch. “We should head back so there’s enough time to get cleaned up. If we’re late this morning Tiffany will never forgive us.” “I’m proud of our girl for going forward with this business venture. Of anyone I know I’ve always thought her destined for big things.” “And two of those big things could happen today.” Shane couldn’t wait to see how far their sexy siren would let them go. Marcus groaned. “Man, you’d be wise to make your shower a cold one.” “You might be right.” “There’s no might about it.” They turned around and started a light jog back. “Race you to the apartment,” Marcus challenged. “Winner makes the first move on Tiffany.” Shane liked the sound of that. “You’re on.” In fact, the words motivated him to run harder than he ever had before.

Chapter Two

Tiffany took a step back and smiled at the colorful display on the big island in her kitchen. Pineapple, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, watermelon, oranges, lemons and more. Everything had been measured, cleaned, sliced, and cut up into bowls just waiting to be whipped up and blended into scrumptious smoothies. The pleasant aromatic mix of citrus fruits and berries wafted throughout the kitchen, her favorite room in the whole house. It was also the room she spent most of her time in. The two-bedroom cottage style home had been a bit big for just one person, but she couldn’t resist the openness of the kitchen, all the counter space, the large island and brand new stainless steel appliances. She’d worked her butt off to afford the down payment and manage the monthly mortgage. If everything worked in her favor, she’d be paying back her student loan and getting caught up on bills in no time. She had a good chunk in savings as a reserve for her business, just in case. After a quick check to make sure she had plenty of soymilk, sorbet, yogurt, ice, and her usual spices, she released a held breath. Everything was in place and ready, the only things missing were the boys. Restless, she decided to sit and read a magazine when the doorbell rang. Tiffany stole a sidelong glance at the clock and almost did a double take. It would be a first if they were early. Unheard of, even. A smile worked its way on her lips as she opened the door, only to freeze midway at the sight of her sometimes friend-sometimes acquaintance, Jordan. “Hey Tiff.” She struggled to not show total disappointment. “Oh, hi Jordan.” They stood and stared at one another until the platinum blonde broke the silence. “Can I come in a sec? I can’t stay or anything. Lots to do. Never have time to sit around for long.” “Yeah, sure. That’s cool. Come on in.”

Tiffany stood back to let her in and then stuck her head out the door. She scanned the street from both sides, but didn’t see any sign of Shane or Marcus. Other than a dog barking off in the distance, the neighborhood was quiet. She bent down and picked up yesterday’s newspaper, impressed the paperboy got it on her porch this time. With a sigh she closed the door and plastered a smile on her face. Jordan had made herself at home on the couch with her legs folded underneath her. A look of disdain etched on her flawless face while she thumbed through a gardening magazine. Tiffany smoothed down her skirt and sat across from her unwelcome guest on the loveseat. “So, are you on your way to work or are you off Sundays?” “Neither. I quit my job yesterday,” she answered without looking up. “Ah, so heading anywhere special?” “Yeah. Shopping. Gotta drown my sorrows somehow.” It amazed her how nonchalant she spoke. “So you’re upset because you quit your job?” Jordan closed the magazine and leaned back against the cushion. “No. I’m upset because I wasted all that time learning about beauty products and junk only to find that the job doesn’t suit me. I thought it would be a more exciting field to work in, but it’s boring and overrated.” Another wave of confusion hit her. “Didn’t you just start last week?” “Four days ago to be exact, and I knew it wasn’t for me within the first hour. I have standards and I’m not going to work just anywhere. What’s with all the questions?” She had no idea. Nervous energy? The questions made her sound like she cared when she didn’t. “I’m just making conversation.” “Anyway. Shopping is my stress reliever.” Tiffany nodded. She loathed shopping and avoided the mall unless she had no other choice. Which after the underwear situation this morning, she was going to have to go shopping soon. A long silence followed that made things awkward. If only Marcus and Shane would stop by. They’d put her right at ease. “So,” she started, not sure what else to say. Jordan seemed to get the hint. “Right. Why I’m here. I wondered if you wanted to go shopping with me.” Her jaw almost dropped off from opening it so wide. “Me?”

“Sure. Why not?” Again there was the lack of any kind of emotion. “I don’t think you’ve ever asked me to go shopping in all the time I’ve known you. I’m flattered.” Jordan waved her hand. “Most people are.” She ignored the diva remark. Nothing had changed since graduation. Jordan would always be stuck on herself. While the invite gave her a small boost, she couldn’t fathom the thought of doing anything with the pampered princess for longer than five minutes. The visit already felt too long. They had nothing in common. “So, did you want to go?” Tiffany tried to think of a polite way to decline, but decided the truth worked better. “Much as I’d like to, I can’t. I sort of have a big day tomorrow and need to prepare for it.” “Sounds stressful.” “Yes and no. Tomorrow will be stressful. I’m hoping today will be fun.” Jordan yawned and gave her a look of disinterest. “What are your plans?” She considered making up a story to sound more important but decided that was immature. She was twenty-five, not fourteen. Big difference. Though around Jordan she reverted back to a fourteen-year-old mentality because it put them on an even playing field. “I just have some stuff to do.” “Like what?” She sighed. Jordan wasn’t the person to confide anything personal in, but she’d find out sooner or later if the committee gave their approval. “Do you remember when I talked about opening my own shop one day?” Jordan shrugged. “I guess. No. Not really.” Funny considering she mentioned it at least half a dozen times every week for the whole of high school. “Well, I’m finally doing it. Or at least I’m in the stages of making it happen.” “What kind of shop?” A small pique of interest dotted her face. “I want to open my own smoothie bar. Now that I’ve finished my college courses in business, I have everything I need to get started. I have the location picked out, and today I’m going to narrow down the recipes I’ve created to the top five.” Jordan wrinkled her nose. “A smoothie bar? You mean like Starbucks only with juices and sorbet?”

“Yeah. It’s healthier than ice cream, coffee drinks, and sodas.” “And it’s all the rage?” “Mm hmm. I mean, I don’t know to what extent, but they’re in demand.” Tiffany had never been one to follow fads and didn’t expect to ever change. “And you’re going to open your own shop?” “Yes.” She couldn’t help but smile with pride. “Shoot. I could do that. How hard can it be?” Leave it to Jordan to make a thoughtless crack. “Well, I mean you could, but there’s a lot that goes into it,” she explained. “Unless you want to buy an established chain like Jamba Juice. But this is my own stuff. My own labels. A place started up and run by me.” Jordan clasped both her hands to her chest. “I could totally do that. I can just see the cutest little uniforms and hats. And with my parents owning the country club, they’d have a million connections.” “A business degree is helpful too,” Tiffany added dryly. The blonde snorted. “Those are so nineties. Money is all anyone needs to do whatever they want. A smoothie bar is a fantastic idea. I’m totally jazzed about it. Thanks a bunch for cheering me up.” She jumped up from the couch and tossed the magazine on the coffee table. “Sorry you can’t come with me, but I should get going so I don’t miss the sales. See ya around.” Her throat went all cottony. “Yep, see ya.” She watched the door close and tried to figure out what the hell just happened. In less than ten minutes, the cloud she’d been floating around on all morning had turned black and poured rain on her parade. How nice that Jordan was cheered up when now she was left in a foul mood. And here she didn’t think anything could ruin her day. Had she known the diva would stop by, she might have gotten a head’s up. Jordan was like the Paris Hilton of the Pacific Northwest. Spoiled. Filthy rich. Never kept a job for long. Everything was a phase or a passing fancy with her. No goals or aspirations. Ugh. She wanted to punch something. Or break something. Or… She stomped into the kitchen and pressed a series of buttons on the empty blender. Loud as possible, she screamed as the blade made a hideous grinding noise. She pictured Jordan’s perfectly polished acrylic nails broken off and chopped up into tiny little bits.

When she didn’t have the strength to scream anymore, she released the button, only to hear the sound of deep husky laughter. Kill me now, she thought to herself. Her face blazed with heat. What perfect timing. She turned around slow to see Shane and Marcus, wearing tight jeans and matching we-caught-you-being-a-dork smiles. Timing was everything. Embarrassment aside, a deep sensual hunger rushed through her body. Shane looked his usual drop dead gorgeous self. The blue of his shirt brought out the steel blue of his eyes. A light layer of stubble dusted his chiseled face. And his full lips were set in their usual brooding manner. Brooding, yet seductive. It reminded her of the old Hollywood greats Cary Grant, Clark Gable, and George Peppard. Classic, clean, and swoon worthy. She’d dreamed of running her fingers through his dark wavy hair. Her gaze swept downward to the fit of his jeans against his thick thighs. Her insides shuddered for a brief second as she glimpsed his groin. The only thing better on him was a pair of loose shorts to show off his soccer-carved calves. He’d been the best player on the soccer team, taking their school to a number of championship games. Then there was Marcus, every bit as handsome with his thick brows and lashes, hazel eyes, squared face and firm jaw. His black hair hung long and always had that just washed look. He stood an inch taller than Shane and had a slightly leaner build. His jeans looked painted on and his shirt lay open to the third button giving her a mouthwatering peek at his smooth chest. A silver chain hung around his neck and showed off a deep golden tan. His lips were thin and she imagined very kissable. If she had any kind of courage, she’d wrestle them both to the ground and force her tongue in their mouths. She’d been crushing on them since the tenth grade when their hotness level reached scorching. They went to football games together and hung out at all the same parties, but so did a ton of other girls. Tiffany knew she couldn’t compare and gave up trying. Years later, the fire for them still burned, but she knew nothing serious would ever happen. They were friends, and friends didn’t act on impulse. She swallowed down her humiliation and walked out from behind the counter. “Uh, morning, boys.”

Marcus managed to smile even bigger. He would no doubt milk the moment for all it was worth. “Morning yourself. We did knock, in case you were wondering, but figured you couldn’t hear over the blender. So we let ourselves in.” “It’s fine.” “I’m curious to know where the sick and dying animal I heard ran off to.” She narrowed her eyes. “Oh very funny. You’re such a riot. I happened to be venting.” Shane folded his arms. “What would get you riled up on a day like today?” “Jordan Philips stopped by.” She half expected a few notes from a sinister sounding pipe organ to play right then. Marcus crinkled his nose. “So that’s what that smell was.” She couldn’t believe her ears. “That’s mean. I’m not all that fond of her, but that’s just mean.” He chuckled. “No, you didn’t let me finish. When we walked up, it smelled like a perfume store exploded. I almost choked to death because of it. Nasty stuff.” Her face got warm again. “Oh.” Shane gave her a lop-sided grin and shoved his hands into his back pockets. “What did miss fancy pants do to make you mad?” She almost missed the question, staring at the way his hand placement raised his shirt enough for her to check out his low-slung jeans. Her gaze followed the sinewy muscles that tapered off to right where the waistband dipped. “Who did what?” His forehead creased. “Jordan. She pissed you off. I wondered what she did.” “Right, right.” Boy, it sure got warm in the room fast. She proceeded to tell them what happened and ended up mad about it all over again. Marcus stepped forward and rested his hands on her shoulders. Her legs went rubbery. “Look, it’s a phase. Princess will forget all about it in a few hours, if she hasn’t already. Don’t let her get to you.” Doubt knotted her stomach. “What if she opens a store? People will flock to hers before mine.” “Why do you say that?”

“Because she has personality and charisma. Plus, she has connections. Her parents own the country club.” “And you have brains, beauty, and a strong business sense,” Marcus continued. “You’ll build up a loyal clientele in no time. Don’t you have more important things to worry about than what she’s going to do? There’s fruit waiting to be crushed and that other word I always forget.” “Pureed,” she finished. The tension from her shoulders started to dissipate. They were right. She did have more important things to do and decided to not waste any more energy on what’s her name. “Thanks guys. I needed that pep talk. I haven’t felt this unsure of myself in a long time.” Tiffany walked into the kitchen and brought out some containers. “I thought you might be hungry, so while I start mixing up the first smoothie, help yourselves to fresh muffins and scones. I baked them last night before I went to bed.” Marcus took a muffin and inhaled. “Smells delicious. I can see this becoming a new Sunday ritual.” “I’m up for it,” Shane said and selected a scone. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It has a certain ring to it.” She did like how it sounded. She liked breakfast on Tiffany even more. “Oh sure, I do all the work while you guys sit around and eat the goods. I don’t think so.” Or eat her. The thought of their mouths between her thighs made her pulse race. “Nah, we’d help so you didn’t have to do all the work. I can pour a mean glass of orange juice.” Marcus raised a finger. “I’m a pro with the toaster.” “Actually, he is,” confirmed Shane. “You haven’t had toast until you’ve tasted his.” She snickered at their adolescent commentary and turned her attention to the first recipe. Tiffany took the paper she’d written her new idea on from out of her pocket, unfolded it, and smoothed it out along the counter. She measured a cup of soymilk, a third cup of honey, and added a whole banana. Shane snatched the peel from the counter and put it under his arm. She wrinkled her brow but didn’t want to ask. It was Shane. As she added the rest of the ingredients, she checked off each item. Satisfied, she started the blender. A minute later she stopped to check the consistency. Light and frothy. The smell

alone made her think of tropical islands and cabana boys. Tiffany grabbed a pencil and wrote Banana Cabana at the top. She smiled. It was the perfect name for her smoothie. “Okay guys, the first one’s up.” “You can say that again,” commented Shane. Drinks in hand, she came out to the kitchen nook and almost dropped the glasses. Shane stood a foot away, his pants down around his ankles, with the banana peel he’d swiped turned upside down and draped over his cock. Which looked to be in the erect position. Her gaze lingered longer than it should have and she felt a stir between her thighs. She caught herself with her jaw open and quickly closed it. “Hey, I saw that.” She really hoped he hadn’t. “What?” “I saw you staring,” Shane quipped. “You were interested. Beyond friendly-type interested.” Tiffany set the drinks down before they slipped from her now sweaty hands. “I was not.” “You stared. Your eyes got all wide and your face turned splotchy.” She covered her cheeks and felt the heat radiating from them. “Uh-uh. I wasn’t staring at you. I only glanced at the peel. Not your, um—just the peel.” “Not my what? Can’t say the word,” he challenged. Did he think her six years old? “Sure I can. I’m not a prude.” “Then say the word.” Marcus walked out from the bathroom in time to get caught up. “What can’t she say? — hey, that’s a good look for you, man.” “Thanks, I’m fond of it myself. Tiffany here is afraid to say cock.” “Why can’t you say cock?” Great, now she had both of them to contend with. “I can say it, but I don’t want to. And here I had claimed Jordan the immature one.” “Oh, come on,” Shane goaded. “Say it.” “No.” For emphasis, she jutted out her chin. “We won’t test your smoothies if you don’t,” Shane threatened, then winked at his friend. “Are you serious?” She looked from one to the other, her patience wearing thin. “You know how much this means to me.”

“This can all be resolved with a single word,” Marcus reasoned. Tiffany crossed her arms. “You guys can be such jerks. Fine. Cock. You happy?” “You’re sexy when you say cock.” She glared at Shane since he was the one who started the juvenile antics. “Can we get back to the smoothies, please?” “I guess so. You did say cock.” He looked to Marcus. “She did say cock.” “She even said it like a lady,” his friend added. She groaned and handed them the glasses. “If you two could shut your mugs long enough, I’d appreciate your input. Some of us have our futures on the line here.” Tiffany couldn’t help but watch as they tilted the glasses up to their sensual lips. She knew of a creamy treat they could have anytime they wanted. Anytime and anywhere. “This is good,” Shane gushed. “Is it new?” “Yep, dreamt it up last night.” “I get a taste of a spice I can’t place.” “That would be nutmeg.” “Subtle. I like it. I’ve had a few smoothies before, but this is award winning. Beats the lousy protein shakes I started on a couple weeks ago. Chalk isn’t my flavor of choice.” Marcus finished downing his smoothie and wiped his upper lip. “I could drink this stuff all day. Well done.” She beamed. “You’re not just saying so to make me feel good?” They both shook their heads. “Okay, good. I’m going to start on the next one. Is it possible for you two to behave?” They gave her puppy dog eyes and then busted up laughing. She watched as Shane pulled up his jeans but looked away before he discarded the banana peel. What was up with him, besides the obvious? And what was going on with the reoccurring banana theme? First her dream and then Shane. Was it a sign? So far the day had gotten off to a very strange start. Returning to the kitchen, Tiffany tried to get her focus back and dumped fresh blueberries and frozen acai pulp in the blender. Her gaze stole over the boys. They were busy munching on muffins and whispering to one another. Were they talking about her? If so, what about? Concentrate, dammit, she ordered herself.

She measured out a tablespoon of honey, let the golden liquid drip into the blender, and pushed the mix button. Berries and juice shot up and splattered all over the counter, floor, and her. Suddenly the whole concept of pushing the off button became too much of a stretch for her brain. All she could do was scream, “No, oh shit, no! Help me!” Shane ran in and unplugged the blender. The colorful explosion stopped, and she was left with one hell of a mess. “You okay,” he asked. She could tell by his sunken cheeks that he was biting them to keep himself from laughing. “No, I’m not actually. I forgot to put the damn lid on the blender, and I blame you.” Shane blinked his big blue eyes. “Me? How is it my fault?” “Well, it wasn’t my fault,” Marcus offered up. “I was nowhere near you at the time.” “Dude, I was sitting right next to you. So not my fault either.” She sighed. “Just forget it.” How could she explain without embarrassing herself further? “I don’t know how it’s your fault, but it sounds good to me. Now, if you’d get out of the kitchen, I have a mess to clean up.” Marcus grabbed a cloth. “We’ll help.” “No, never mind. I’ve got it.” Here she wanted everything to be perfect and it all turned into a disaster. Who was she kidding? She was in way over her head with the whole smoothie bar plan. “You know what, guys, this was a mistake.” Shane frowned. “Why? Because you forgot to put the lid on? Big ass deal.” How could he be so carefree about her longtime dream? “Well, it is to me. If I can’t remember something simple like a lid on a blender, how can anyone expect I’ll run a successful business? How can I for that matter?” “You’re being too hard on yourself. Accidents happen.” “It could’ve been avoided. I wasn’t paying attention,” she grumbled. “My mind was on other things.” “Oh yeah?” Shane moved in close. “What were you thinking about?” Marcus came up on her other side. “What’s got you so distracted?” She swallowed hard. “N-nothing.” This wasn’t her first time being in the middle of them, but it was a first for being this close.

“I’ll tell you what’s distracting.” Shane’s voice dropped low and seductive. “Seeing this juice running down your skin.” He ran his finger along her collarbone, scraped up a little juice, and put it in his mouth. “Mm. Now this has to be my favorite yet. Tasty Tiffany. That’s a good name for a smoothie. Or Tantalizing Tiffany. You should try it, man.” Marcus coated the tip of his finger with the acai juice and licked it clean. “Hands down, the best.” Her pulse thundered. They moved in closer, their cocks hard and pressed tight against her thighs. “What are you two doing?” “Testing the smoothie, of course,” Shane reasoned. “It’s what you asked us over for.” Her lips trembled. “But, I just got started; I never got a chance to finish.” He brought his lips beneath her earlobe. “Oh, you’ve started something all right, sugar.” Both their cocks pressed harder against her. Was this really happening? No, it had to be a dream. A sexually charged erotic dream. If so, she should grab a piece of paper and jot it down because she’d never want to forget it. “I’ll bet you taste good all over,” Marcus groaned. Had someone turned on the oven? “Are you guys messing with me?” Shane stroked the length of her forearm. “We’ve had a thing for you for a long, long time.” “Too long,” added Marcus. She felt drunk from their potent stares. “You h-have?” “Oh yeah. What’s not to like?” Shane’s breath felt warm against her face. Goose bumps sprinkled her skin. “But all the other girls—” “Never compared to you,” finished Marcus. Her chest tightened. How could this be? All this time, had they really been crushing on each other and never acted on it for fear of how the other would react? “I don’t understand. Why haven’t you said anything about wanting me until now?” Shane sighed. “We didn’t want to scare you away. We wanted to make sure the time was right. Timing is everything.” “And you think that time is now?” The answer both frightened and excited her.

“It’s up to you. I’m going to take a wild guess and say you probably can tell how we feel about things.” Oh yeah, they felt rock hard and hot beneath the denim. Bodies so close she could smell their muskiness. “You just say the word,” Shane stated. “If you don’t want us to touch you, say so.” Tiffany knew she couldn’t possibly think straight being sandwiched between them. In the heat of the moment she was ready to tear their clothes off. But if she had a moment by herself to think it over, would she change her mind? “I really should go change and get cleaned up.” “Allow us to help.” Marcus slid her shirt from her arms and tossed it along the back counter. Her nipples pressed tight against the fabric of the tank top. She chewed her bottom lip. “I didn’t expect this when I asked you over.” “It has been a long time coming.” With his warm, strong hands, Shane pulled her tank top over her head, and then peppered her shoulders with moist kisses. “There, isn’t that’s better?” Her nipples ached, they were so damn tight. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “Don’t you dare cover those beauties up,” he whispered. “We’ve want to see all of you. We’ve dreamt of this moment.” His words were hypnotic and she let her arms relax at her sides. “Let’s get this skirt off, shall we?” She could only nod. Not only had she forgotten how to speak, somewhere along the way she’d forgotten how to breathe, too. Marcus leaned over to make quick work of the button and zipper. She caught the scent of shampoo and soap, a clean, fresh scent that tickled her nose. Behind her, she felt Shane hook his thumbs beneath the waistband and tug the denim over her hips. Like a sigh of relief, the skirt whooshed down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of the denim puddle and turned, her back pressed against the cool counter. Her gaze wandered from one delicious hunk to the other. “Um, gee Tiff,” groaned Shane. “I never realized how good you looked.” Marcus nodded. “You’ve been taking care of yourself.”

The look they gave her set her body on fire. A mix between appreciation and possession. A look she never expected from them. “You know I eat right and exercise now.” “Yeah, but it has really paid off. All those layers you wear are deceptive.” Their glowing remarks raised her self-esteem to an all-time high. “When you want us to stop, just say the word,” Marcus reminded her. Awareness rippled through her body. She couldn’t deny them even if she wanted to. “Our only interest is pleasing you.” She couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal and scary and beyond all comprehension. There had been a certain safeness in admiring them from afar. They couldn’t reject her, and she wouldn’t have to get her emotions stomped on. But now they were throwing themselves at her, promising pleasure, and not just from one, but from both. Tiffany watched their gaze move from her face and lower to her breasts. She felt decadent. Beautiful. Their gaze dipped lower and their grins widened. Shane’s eyes lit up and she heard Marcus stifle a laugh. Something was up. She’d waxed the other day, so her legs were still satiny smooth. Other than standing in nothing but her underwear, she… Her eyes grew wide. A lump formed in her throat. Oh shit. Not the turquoise striped panties. She’d forgotten all about the damn turquoise-striped panties. Shane winked at Marcus. “I’m starting to think someone had an agenda in getting us over here, one that had nothing to do with smoothies.” “I’m picking up those same vibes, man. I don’t think I’ve ever had one spelled out for me so boldly.” Her lungs cramped. Oh yes, the second part to the gag gift. In horror, she looked down and read the words Eat Me stitched so eloquently along the waistband. Fuck! This wasn’t happening. Worse, it was. Of all the mornings to be out of decent panties. How much more humiliation could she be subjected to in one morning? She tried to run away, but their hard bodies blocked her. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Shane soothed. “That’s seriously sexy, sweetheart. You’re giving off all the signals. Your smell is driving me insane, and I can tell Marcus is ready to bury his face between your thighs. What do you say? Panties off?”

Tiffany wanted to rip them up and burn them. Pretend they never existed. But once they were off she’d be completely bare and exposed. The thought drew moisture from between her thighs. “I’m not hearing any objections.” Shane reached forward and looped his fingers underneath the sides of her panties. He leaned forward and followed the circle of her bellybutton with his lips. A thousand sensations tore through her, nearly blinding her. The material eased down her legs and she leaned on him to step out of them. When she straightened, he did too. He pulled her an inch away from the counter and into his body. “Guys, I—” Shane swallowed her protest with a kiss. At first contact it was electric. Years of longing to know his lips on hers and finally, he made it real for her. His hands moved to the sides of her face and he pressed his mouth tight. She melted into him. Her nipples beaded and raked against his shirt. He paused, withdrew his lips, and pulled his shirt over his head. She barely had time to catch her breath when his mouth returned, warmer and hungrier. A second pair of hands glided along her back. She liked that they both touched her at the same time. She felt attended to and spoiled. This time, when Shane withdrew, Marcus stepped in and claimed her lips. Though the size and feel of his lips were different, his kiss elicited just as many sparks. She felt Shane move behind her and nestle his cock against her ass cheeks. She had no idea he’d removed his jeans. It was as though time stood still. When she gasped at the new sensation, Marcus took the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue. “You’re so beautiful,” Shane said and ran his fingers along her upper back. Shivers danced across her spine. His hands moved around her waist and up, where he kneaded her breasts. “Your nipples are tight little pebbles just aching to be suckled.” Heat fanned her face. His voice sent little jolts throughout her nerve-endings. Marcus continued his sensual assault of her mouth. Lips as kissable as she imagined. His breath warm and inviting. From behind she could sense Shane’s arousal. He pressed her into him and rubbed his cock along her ass. A slow, taunting tease. It would be so easy to spread her thighs and invite him inside her gushing pussy. But she didn’t want to rush this moment. She wanted to remember

each second for eternity. Her whimpers were silenced with deep, ravenous kisses. The room teetered, but their strong, firm hands gripped her tight. Kept her trapped. Kept her safe. For several dizzying moments, they took turns trading hot, moist kisses. She loved the taste of their lips and the feel of their tongues as they probed and swept her mouth. Further she melted. Her body hot. Her pussy throbbing with need. Shane gave her one more hungry kiss and they both stepped away from her. Marcus removed his clothing so both her favorite guys stood before her naked, their cocks rock-hard and ready. “See what you do to us, sweetheart? What you’ve always done to us?” She squirmed within their potent half-lidded stares. Did they know what she went through all those years ago? The frustration of seeing some buxom blonde come along and pull her dream further and further away? All the nights she fingered herself to an unsatisfying climax, just to make it so she could stop the tears and fall asleep? They were older now, but she’d never stopped wanting them. “Yes I can see how much you want me,” she started. “Now prove it.” The bold words felt good from her mouth. A wicked grin flashed across Shane’s lips. “Tell us what you want. I promise we won’t disappoint.” The words rested at the tip of her tongue. Words hidden by shyness and inexperience in asking for what she wanted. No man had ever cared to know before. She took a deep breath and threw caution to the wind. “I want you both to take me. Here and now.” The boys looked to one another and then back to her. “Done,” they growled in unison. Her pussy clenched.

Chapter Three

Shane couldn’t tear his eyes away from the luscious beauty before him. She was a lustful image of temptation. Her sun-kissed skin looked supple and smooth as silk. Toned in all the right places. Curves in all the perfect places. His lips still burned from their kiss, forever branded. He’d heard Marcus draw in a breath when she stood naked before them. Neither had been prepared for how much her body had changed. He never minded that she’d been soft around the middle, but knew it bothered her and lessened her confidence. All her hard work had paid off. He hoped she knew how phenomenal she looked. “I think our lady needs to be placed on a pedestal.” He picked her up and sat her on the countertop. His mouth watered at the sight of her peach-tinted nipples and how they stood erect. Begging for attention. He trailed his eyes upward to the face of the woman he’d had many hot and sticky fantasies about. There wasn’t a feature he didn’t love. The soft crinkles that bracketed her eyes when she smiled. The pink flush of her face when she was embarrassed. The way her lips looked all red and swollen from their roughened kisses. He and Marcus had shared their mutual fantasies about Tiffany one night over a couple beers, and come to the conclusion that if given the chance, they’d share her without animosity. They’d always wanted her in the worst way, and only for themselves. When she had introduced boyfriends in the past, they had sized the guys up and knew they weren’t right for her. They never wanted her to fall in love with someone else, and would’ve beaten the shit out of anyone who brought her harm. It seemed like eons since he first acknowledged that she turned him on in ways no other girl could. And while he’d flirted and dated others, there hadn’t been a single one he could picture spending the rest of his life getting to know. They came and went. Not that he wanted to be known as a non-committable cad, but he refused to promise his heart to another when one woman had captured his so forcibly.

She smiled back at him, a look of curiosity and eagerness splashed across her delicate features. He could never tire of staring into her lapis-blue eyes. Shane ran his finger along her chin. He loved the way her hair cascaded down around her shoulders from having fallen out of her ponytail. “Where do you want me to touch you first?” She parted her legs, her blue eyes fixed on him. “Here.” The silkiness of her voice made his cock wrench. He eyed her pink pussy. She’d be a tight little thing. “I’ve been dying to know how you taste.” He pulled her forward so her pussy rested just at the edge of the counter and had her lie back. She rested her legs over his shoulders and raised her pelvis. He brought his mouth between her thighs and inhaled her heady scent. “Damn you smell good,” he growled. Somehow he’d have to find a way to go slow and prepare her for what they planned to do. It wouldn’t be easy. Not the way his cock ached. “I’ve got to taste you right now.” In answer she parted her thighs further. He snaked his tongue along her slit and watched her body convulse. Her sweet cream hit the tip of his tongue and exploded in a vanilla and spice taste he immediately devoured. He would need more, but not only did he want to taste, he wanted to touch. While Marcus busied himself with her nipples, he slid a finger between her dewy folds. Just two in and her snug pussy held him tight. It would take time to open her up. Again he tasted her. Dragged his tongue along her sweet spot and stole a little more cream. He paused at her clit and alternated between suckling and licking. Her thighs shook alongside his face and he drank in the breathy moans that drifted around the room. It was clear he would never get enough of her. He’d first have to make her climax. If he thrust his cock inside her now he wouldn’t last two seconds. As he pushed three fingers inside her slick pussy, he watched Marcus squeeze and pinch her nipples. “She’s so fucking wet and tight,” he grunted. “I’m going to make her come and lick up all of her cream.”

He faintly heard Tiffany moan. Oh yeah, she was going to fucking come hard. Shane thrust his fingers into her and suckled the life out of her clit. He teased and taunted the hard bead with his mouth until her sobs grew louder. He kept on relentlessly until her hips bucked and she cried out. True to his word, he lapped up her cream and swallowed it down, the velvety texture a sweet treat down his throat. She continued to thrash against him, her cries lessening to soft gasps. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. “Help me carry her to the couch, man.” Marcus nodded and together they carried her still writhing body into the other room. They gently set her upright on the couch and moved the coffee table out of the way. Shane sat down on one side of her and Marcus on the other. She had a visible glow and looked sexy as hell with her glazed over eyes and mussed hair. He leaned over and drew a nipple into his mouth. In response she clamped her hand around his cock and gave it a good stroke. Marcus worked her other nipple and moved his hand between her thighs. He paused and looked to him. “You were right, man. She’s drenched.” He watched as Tiffany wrapped her other hand around Marcus, simultaneously stroking their cocks. “You gonna get a taste of her?” Shane asked. Marcus nodded and moved to his knees. Shane watched as he parted her pink slit with his tongue and fingers. “You like that?” he asked. “You like your pussy eaten out? She swung her head toward him, her face in such a seductive repose. “Yes,” she moaned. “What else do you want us to do to you? Just say the words and we’ll make it happen.” Her little tongue rested at the corner of her mouth. “Um, I don’t know.” He smiled. “Sure you do. Say it. Say what’s on that sexy mind of yours.” “I want both of you to fuck me at the same time.” His pulse beat louder at the request. He lived to hear those very words. “You hear that, man? She wants our cocks inside her at the same time. What do you think?” Marcus lifted his head from between her thighs. “I think we need to give her whatever she wants.” “Then you, beautiful, once I get a condom on, need to come over here and straddle my cock.”

Shane reached under the couch and pulled out a foil wrapper. She gave him a look and then smiled. He grinned. “What can I say, I wanted to be prepared.” “And you boys figured I couldn’t resist your sexy words and charms, is that it?” “Hoped,” he corrected. “We hoped.” “Then I guess you know me well.” He smiled and rolled the condom down his length. “Come here, so we can get to know all of you.” Shane helped her onto his lap so she faced him. He held the base of his cock firm in his hand and stroked it against her slit. Already he could feel the dampness. The second she slid her pussy over him, he knew he’d go fucking mad. “Take it slow,” he urged. She situated herself so her slit rested against the tip of his head. “That’s right. Now slide right down. Feel my cock as it pushes your pussy open and fills you up.” His jaw slackened as she suctioned her tight pussy around his cock, each inch drawing a labored breath from him. Her eyes widened and he knew it was surreal for her, too. He gripped her hips and helped bring her up and down his length. Shane couldn’t believe the way her pussy creamed over him. “Just you wait. In a minute, Marcus is going to lube your ass so you can take him all the way in.” Her breasts shook as she rode him, her nipples swaying hypnotically. He leaned in and suckled them. Now if he could only hold back the need to climax long enough.

Breathe, she reminded herself. Just breathe. Her lips still felt bee-stung from their insanely hot kisses. Though nothing compared to the feel of him moving inside her. Shane had been bigger and thicker than she thought, but she loved every manly inch of him. He helped quiet the restless ache inside her. She had no idea how she could take all of Marcus in such a sensitive place, but she didn’t want to spill the beans that it would be her first time with anal sex. The thought had always intrigued her. Any minute her ultimate fantasy would come true.

Tiffany spread her hands along Shane’s chest. Felt the hard ripples of muscle beneath his smooth skin. She liked the way he watched her, his eyes brimming with heat. She continued to ride him and dangled her nipples over his mouth. It had felt so good that she wanted more of it. “Bring them closer,” he urged. Tiffany teased his lips until he hooked one nipple with his lips. She watched him intently. The way he nipped and worked the bud between his teeth. Each drawn out suckle made her clit pulse. He tugged a little harder, and it set her senses on fire. About that time she felt an exotic coolness along her anus. She gasped and stilled her hips. “Tell her what you’re going to do, Marcus. She likes to hear the dirty talk.” She couldn’t deny it. “Well, sweetheart, I’m going to lube your ass up real good, and then slide my finger inside your taut little hole. I’m going to wait while you open up, and then slide it in and out. When you’ve relaxed, I’m going to open you wider with a second finger.” Her body trembled in answer. As he gently worked her rim, she made herself relax. “You like that?” “Yes,” she moaned. The lubrication helped blunt most of the pain as his fingers worked to open her tender tissue. Shane continued to tether her nipples with his teeth. She heard the familiar sound of a foil wrapped and turned in time to see Marcus sheath his cock. “Okay, love, I’m going to ease in slow.” She couldn’t help but hold her breath in anticipation. His cock rested at the entry of her anus, and ever so gently pushed against the tight rim. At the same time, Shane sucked on her nipple, a slow languid suck that made her cry out. She felt Marcus spread her ass cheeks wide. Her pulse beat loud inside her chest. Again she felt the coolness of the gel. “Just a little more. I don’t want to hurt you.” She nodded and clutched Shane’s shoulders.

He teased her with a few fingers and then breached her opening with his thick cock. Inch by bliss-filled inch. It burned for a brief second but turned to pleasure as they both thrust into her to the hilt. She unleashed a guttural cry, not caring about the volume. She’d dreamt about how it would feel, but never knew the level of intensity she would experience. Heat climbed her body from her toes. Each swift stroke took her to a heightened state of euphoria. “Feel good sweetheart?” “Mm, oh yes,” she moaned. She loved it. Loved how they filled, stretched and expertly fucked her. Skin against skin against skin. A trio of warm, moist bodies moving together in perfect cadence. With her body in their hands to do as they pleased, she let herself go, and with each thrust her insecurities melted away. This was right. Right where she’d longed to be. Sandwiched between two hard bodies and two hard cocks. She listened to their ragged moans and knew this was paradise. They continued thrusting into her. Shane’s hands bringing her into him and Marcus jack hammering her from behind. An orgasm surged low in her belly and built up quickly into a storm. Her legs and body were weak and she could barely hold on. “Come for us,” Shane pled. “I want to feel your pussy cream my cock.” Her eyes blurred. The words made her want to come. “Almost,” she whispered. “Almost there.” They thrust into her faster, harder. She thought she’d pass out, her pulse throbbed so fiercely. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it,” he coaxed. “The way you clench my cock is insane. I can’t hold back much longer, and I know Marcus can’t either. Come for us. Let it go. Let it all go.” Faster and faster they impaled her until a spark ignited. Blood swirled in her ears and she swore she saw stars. She cried out, followed closely by Shane and Marcus’ throaty groans. Even with the condoms on she could feel the force of their climax inside her. Their rapid thrusts slowed and then stopped altogether. Marcus withdrew first and sat on the couch. She slid off Shane’s lap and nestled herself between them. “You okay,” asked Shane.

All kinds of wistful emotions tumbled around inside her. “I’m more than okay. I’m fantastic.” “We didn’t hurt you, then?” Concern sprinkled Marcus’ eyes. “I might be a little sore in the morning, but I was far too busy enjoying myself. You boys took care of me real good.” Shane trailed his fingertips along her arm. “As long as you’re pleased.” “Oh, I am. And then some.” Tiffany sighed and melted further between them. She likened her body to that of pudding. Legs all mush. Her intimate parts numb except for the occasional spasm. She expected to be more self-conscious than ever, but she was content. “Tell me honestly, how long have you been planning to seduce me?” Marcus put up his hand. “Since this morning. I swear.” “Now, hang on a minute, man,” Shane interrupted. “We’ve been planning to seduce her for many years. We finally decided to go through with it this morning. It depends on how you look at it.” She laughed. “I see. Tempt the girl when she’s most distracted.” “Something to that affect.” He winked. “It worked.” “Yeah, it worked. I’m curious, though. Is this something you two have done before?” “Had sex? Yeah, hate to say it, but we have.” She groaned. “No, I meant do you guys regularly share women?” Marcus shook his head. “No. You’re the first and only.” “I like the sound of that.” When feeling returned to her legs, she pushed herself up and walked into the kitchen. A permanent grin covered her face while she dressed. Each movement a reminder of where they’d been. How they’d touched. How deep inside her they’d reached. Tiffany did a quick clean up job and rinsed the blender out. “I’m going to mix up the next smoothie,” she called out. “I hope you boys still have an appetite.” “Are you kidding? I’m famished.” Her stomach grumbled as well, but not for anything she could whip up in a blender. She started on her Berry Baby Bliss while Shane and Marcus dressed. When all the ingredients were combined, she started up the blender. This time she remembered the lid.

Though looking back now it had been the prelude to one hell of a morning. She grabbed two tall glasses and was about to pour when she noticed them watching her. “Yes?” Shane leaned on the counter with his elbows. “You’re glowing.” Her blood raced. “Am I?” “Yes. You’re radiant.” Marcus nodded. “What can I say? I’m happy. All I need is for tomorrow to go right.” Marcus grabbed a glass and downed it in a few big gulps. “Delicious. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Whichever five favorites we come up with won’t be an easy decision. So far all your smoothies are topnotch.” Shane finished his glass and put it upside down on the counter like he was in a bar. “Damn that was good. Really, you have nothing to worry about. And the competition will freak when they get a taste of your creations.” “Thanks, guys.” It was close to seven when she served them her last smoothie. The hard part would be narrowing down thirty-five different blends to the top five. She listened as Shane and Marcus discussed their favorites with each other. Never mind that they sounded more like movie critics, it made her feel on top of the world. For all their pranks and good-natured sides, they knew when to be serious. Finally, they handed her a piece of paper. “Here’s are list of the top five. Banana Cabana, Rustic Raspberry, Liquid Sunshine, Berry Baby Bliss, and Tropic Tango. Make no mistake, they are all amazing, but those are the best. Hands down.” She nodded and looked over their comments and ratings. “Okay, I’m going to trust you on this. Your opinions matter most to me. They always have.” Shane chuckled. “We’re just glad you took our opinions on some of those losers you dated.” “Excuse me? According to you, no one was good enough for me.” “Nope. No one guy. But there were two we highly approved of.”

“It would seem I lucked out in getting the best two.” They stared at her with their smoldering good looks and she couldn’t take it any longer. “Okay, it’s time for you guys to go. I still have a ton of stuff to do to get ready for tomorrow.” Marcus helped Shane push the coffee table back. “Are you sure?” She’d never look at that couch the same way again. “Yes, I’m sure. You guys are the best. Now out with you. The sooner you go the sooner my mind can start functioning again.” Shane opened the door and stopped halfway out. “Good luck tomorrow.” “Be sure to give us a call and let us know the good news,” added Marcus. “You bet.” She watched them until they were out of her sight, and closed the door. With her back against the wall, she glanced around the room and let it all sink in. Other than the five smoothies that she planned to make in the morning before the interview, everything else was ready. It wasn’t that she wanted them to go, but she needed some time alone to process everything that had taken place. The change from friends to lovers had gone much smoother than she ever thought possible. Maybe she’d overanalyzed it too much, or perhaps she hadn’t been mature enough to know what she wanted. Now it was clear, and it felt good to have everything out in the open. No more tiptoeing around the obvious. No more wondering about how to behave around them; she could just be herself. Even if that meant wearing nasty colored panties with vulgar sayings sewn on them. Even if that meant not having the perfect body, or not doing everything right all of the time. Whatever her flaws, she’d managed to snare the affections of two hot hunks who were both her best friends and lovers. Best of all, she didn’t have to choose between them. Tiffany shook her head and got started cleaning up the kitchen. Somehow she had a feeling she’d sleep well tonight. Maybe that banana would make a different kind of appearance in her dream.

Chapter Four

Tiffany sat in the waiting room of the bank with about twenty other hopefuls to get their projects up and running. Her knees bobbed up and down while she waited for her name to be called. She’d dressed in a soft white blouse and a black A-line skirt that, in her opinion, made her look elegant and business-like. She hoped the committee agreed. Beside her sat the cooler filled with her smoothies and a briefcase with her notes, charts, and visual displays. She was ready and she knew it. A loud buzz of an intercom interrupted her mental checklist. She watched the receptionist answer, and then stand, motioning toward her. “Tiffany Woods, the committee is ready to see you now.” Her heart dropped to the floor, and all her confidence went along with it. Suddenly she visualized the committee as a band of flesh-eating zombies or bloodthirsty varmints who would suck her dry. Why did she think she could do this again? What made her so special that she deserved to be given the okay to start up her own business? The walk along the burgundy and green carpet stretched forever. Her legs could barely carry her. Then she thought of the two people who were rooting for her. She also thought of Jordan. While she may not have connections, she sure as hell had ambition, drive, and most of all, passion. Tiffany raised her chin and continued to follow the receptionist into a large room. She smiled at the faces that assessed her with skeptical brows, and took a seat at the head of the long mahogany table. It was time to strut her stuff. **** An hour later, Tiffany emerged from the office with a smile on her face and the best news of her life. Her loan had been approved. The committee loved her ideas, believed she possessed enough business sense and spirit to make her business thrive, and they couldn’t stop going on about how delicious her smoothies were. Their favorite being Banana Cabana.

Tiffany decided to make a quick stop and grab a few things from the sexy boutique around the corner. She wanted to celebrate her good news, and let Marcus and Shane know just how much she appreciated their help. When she got home, she called and left a message on their machine. “Good news guys, I got it. In celebration, I’d love it if you could stop by my place. Around eight o’clock? Hopefully you can make it. See ya.” She hung up the phone and smiled. It was her turn to surprise them.

Chapter Five

Shane pulled into the driveway. Marcus had his hands filled with flowers, a card and a bottle of chilled champagne. “Damn I’m excited,” Shane exclaimed. “Our girl did it.” “Hell yeah,” Marcus whooped beside him. “She deserves all the success in the world. I listened to the message about five times and it didn’t sound like she was distant or strained. Difficult to tell on an answering machine, though.” “I know, man. I spent most of the day worrying if we’d screwed up. I had a hard time concentrating at work.” “Same. I guess we’ll find out if she has any regrets.” “Let’s make sure we don’t come on too strong, and give her some space. To be on the safe side. Here, hand me the champagne.” They went up to the door and knocked. “I don’t hear the blender or any screaming. That’s a good sign,” Marcus joked. The door opened and there was no mistaking it. Tiffany looked even more radiant than when they’d left her. Rosy cheeks, eyes sparkling, and an all-over glow. She’d made herself up more than usual with makeup, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders in loose waves. Even the white apron she wore made her look more mature. Gone was the serious studious look. She’d looked hot before, but something about her had changed. Like she’d blossomed into a woman overnight. “Hey guys. Come in.” Shane nearly tripped over his feet to get inside. “Congratulations. We brought you a few things to let you know how happy we are for you.” “We’re sure proud of you.” Marcus held up the flowers. “Aw, you guys are sweet. Thank you.”

When she turned, Shane did a double take and Marcus groaned. He hadn’t noticed at first, but the apron was all she was wearing. Nothing else. And it was held together by a lacy red bow that rested on the swell of her perfectly curved ass. She took the flowers and card while Shane carried the champagne to the counter. He cleared his throat that had suddenly become dry. “Uh, that’s quite the outfit you’ve got on there.” “This silly little thing?” Lust sparkled in her eyes. “Yeah well, that silly little thing just gave me one hell of a hard-on.” Marcus sucked in his breath beside him. “I second that. You look incredible.” He scratched his head. So much for being on their best behavior. “So, what happened to that insecure woman we were with yesterday?” Tiffany waved her hand. “I’m right here. I just happen to feel extra good today.” “And why the change? Was it getting the approval?” “It’s more than that. Good things are in store for me. I have everything I need to be happy. And two handsome men to share it with.” She untied the apron and let it slide off. “I wanted to thank you again for your help. You’ve both always supported everything I’ve ever done, and it means the world to me. A girl couldn’t ask for two more wonderful guys in her life.” Shane felt his face heat up. “Okay, now you’re embarrassing us this time.” “I’d like to show you my appreciation with more than words.” She went over to the couch and spread her legs, resting her feet up on the coffee table. From behind the cushion pillow, she took out a yellow dildo in the shape of a banana. Shane’s cock pushed painfully against his zipper. “Where did you get that?” “At a store I went to this afternoon. They had all kinds of fun things to play with, but I saw the banana and knew it was the right choice.” He pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. In the middle of coffee table sat a bowl of bright red cherries, some strawberries, and a can of whipped cream. “I had some leftover fruit, and it seemed a shame to waste it.” Shane nodded. “A shame indeed.” He also noticed a box of blueberry-flavored condoms. The siren had thought of everything.

“Why don’t you boys sit over on the loveseat? You can get a nice view from there.” Marcus followed his lead and they sat down across from her. Neither said a word. She moved her hand to between her thighs and circled her clit. He watched in awe as her head tilted back, her mouth open and suggestive. She spread her legs wider and brought the tip of the dildo to her slit. “Thanks to you, my dreams last night got pretty steamy. I woke up so horny.” She traced her pussy with the dildo. “And I thought, ‘I’m going to need something to get me through until I see the guys again.’ It’s not a substitute by any means. You’re both much bigger and thicker. But I’ll need something to quench my desires.” Beads of sweat broke out across his forehead. He’d never been so damn turned on before. “Well, you have to do what you have to do, right,” he offered. “Exactly. I can’t have your big thick cocks inside my wet pussy every minute of the day, so now I have a back up. Want to see how it works?” Both he and Marcus nodded. “Good.” She pushed the toy inside her slick opening with a slow and steady hand. Shane had to adjust himself or risk a permanent zipper indentation. A moment later, she slid the length of the dildo all the way in and back out again, to where he could see her cream along the tip. “Shit,” Marcus groaned beside him. She moaned and leaned back into the cushion. Her folds were soaked and swollen. While she pumped the dildo in and out, she jiggled her clit with her fingers. A beautiful pink haze coated her skin and her nipples tightened to erect little points. He looked to Marcus and recognized the same anguish etched on his face. The pain that said it was killing him to watch. He returned his gaze to Tiffany and trained his eyes on the way she moved her hips and undulated her body. Tiny gasps and sighs escaped from her o-shaped mouth. His cock throbbed and wrenched in remembrance of how good it felt inside her pussy. Finally, he pulled off his shirt and worked his jeans down. While he struggled with the laces of his shoes, he noticed Marcus starting to undress as well. “Oh god,” she cried. “I’m going to come any second.” Shane sat at the edge of the loveseat, naked and focused on her. “That’s right. Come for us. We want to watch you come hard.”

She fixed her eyes on them and curled her lips. He wondered if she knew how fucking sinful she looked right then on the brink of an orgasm. The dildo slipped in and out faster, her fingers tapping against her clit. “Yes, oh yes, oh my god, yes,” she moaned and then her body shuddered. Cock in hand, he watched the seductive way her body writhed and coiled. The way her eyelids fluttered and her lips quivered. She pulled out the dildo, and his breath hitched at the sight of all her cream. He elbowed Marcus and they both got up. Shane grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook it. Sitting beside her, he took the dildo from her hands and rested it on the table. “You’re so hot. You almost made me come just watching you.” He sprayed the whipped cream around both nipples and Marcus added the cherries. Shane licked at the whipped cream and nibbled the cherry. He swallowed and licked his lips. “I see a tight little bead demanding my attention.” Lips wrapped around her nipples, he took turns suckling and tugging it between his teeth. Marcus attended to her other nipple, and she squirmed between them. When they’d licked her clean, Shane brought a strawberry over to her mouth. As she bit into it, the juice ran down the sides of her mouth and pooled between her breasts. He and Marcus followed the trail with their tongues. “You’re making me hungry,” she whispered. Shane took another strawberry from the bowl and held it out. “Want more of this?” She shook her head. “No. I need something else to satisfy my appetite.” He gave her a quizzical look. “What did you want?” Tiffany moved from the couch to the floor and knelt between them. “The taste of your cocks in my mouth.”

Tiffany wrapped her hands around their lengths and stroked. Their hot, hard flesh in her palm made her wet with desire. She savored their cocks, one and then the other, while they groaned their approval. They tasted so good. They tasted like a dream. She did her best to take them in deep, her mouth tight.

Shane reached out and stroked her face. “Whoa girl, okay, I’m going to need you to stop. I’ve wanted to have my cock inside your ass since I woke up this morning, and Marcus is craving your pussy.” She didn’t need to be told twice. Shane sat on the couch and turned her away from him. “Bend over a bit so I can lubricate your hole.” She leaned over the coffee table while he grabbed the lubricant and a blueberry flavored condom. “Nice choice.” Tiffany waited patiently while he slipped the condom over his length and then smeared her ass with the cool gel. “At any time, let me know if I need to go slower.” He helped her onto his lap and held his cock while she took him all the way inside her ass. Every inch made her gasp. Her body shook at the intense sensations. “That’s right. Here I thought your pussy was tight, damn.” He rested his hands beneath her ass and brought her up and down his shaft with slow, easy strokes. The constant friction drove her crazy. She watched Marcus grab a condom and open the wrapper. “I’ll bet that pussy is drenched by now,” he rumbled. “Wet and waiting for you.” She leaned back into Shane and spread herself wide. Marcus finished rolling on the condom and moved between her legs. He was so big and thick. “Fill my pussy,” she moaned. His jaw clenched. “All the way.” He didn’t bother to tease her. Instead he thrust inside with one hard stroke. Spread her fast and full. He thrust again and Shane brought her up and down along his length. This time she didn’t feel any pain at all. Her body was familiar and completely open to them. “Feel good?” Marcus asked. “Mm, it’s wonderful,” she responded faintly. The dual pleasure they provided was beyond all comprehension. She could barely control herself. Tiffany clung onto Shane’s legs. “Fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy.” They plummeted faster, deeper, harder, nearly sending her over the edge.

Marcus reached out and pinched her nipples. “Rub your clit,” he said, his eyes fixed on her. “Yes.” With Shane’s cock pounding up inside her and Marcus attending to her flooded pussy, she rubbed the hell out of her clit. The added stimulation had her dangling even closer to the edge. “Come, sweetheart,” Shane urged. “I’m close,” she whispered. “Faster,” Marcus grunted. Their rhythm increased and her entire body tightened. “So close. So close. So close,” she repeated until her pussy clenched and relief washed over her. Head thrown back, she filled the air with her sounds of pleasure while they continued stroking her to the point of climax. Their manly groans and bellows sent her into a series of spasms. Somehow, she’d come harder this time and it seemed to last forever. Tiffany shook as they both pulled out. Nestled in the middle of her lovers, she felt on top of the world. She took a deep breath in and sighed. Their combined masculine scent curled around her and made her weak. Dreamy thoughts filled her head. One day she’d wake up between them. Their strong arms draped around her. Bodies close and pressed tight. Lazy mornings filled with intimate exploration. Until then, she had an idea to keep things interesting. “I wanted to let you guys know that I’ve taken your earlier suggestion to heart, and I’m all for it.” Shane arched a brow. “Which suggestion was that?” “Breakfast. Sundays. My place.” “Ah, breakfast at Tiffany’s.” Marcus smiled. “You can count on us to be here.” “I think it would be fun to cook together in the kitchen,” she said. “We can make different things each time. Waffles one week, pancakes another week.” “I’ve always wondered what all you could do with maple syrup,” commented Marcus. “We’ll be naked, right?” Tiffany smiled at Shane. “Sounds sexy.” “Course, we might not even get to the food,” he added.

“True. Unless, of course, we serve it on Tiffany.” “I swear you guys are mind readers.” Shane grabbed the can of whipped cream. “This talk is making me hungry for seconds.” “I don’t think I have it in me,” she whimpered. “You just sit back and let us do all the work.” With one deep kiss and one slow drag of the tongue, they had her aroused all over again. She couldn’t wait until Sunday to show them the sexy lingerie she’d bought. And just for fun, she planned to keep her striped turquoise panties. As a memento.

About the Author

Born with an overactive imagination, Ann Cory has always had a love of words and putting them to paper. With the loving support of her husband and son, she is able to devote her time to the very stubborn and demanding muse.

Ann enjoys writing erotic romance where she delves into the dark realms of paranormal, vampires, shape-shifters, and urban fantasy, while adding excitement and spice to contemporary, BDSM, alternative, and historical themes.

For updates and more, please visit her Magical Seductions website http://www.anncory.com.

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Going Commando by Catherine Chernow Bounty hunter Shyra Lawrence listens to her favorite radio station one morning where the DJ’s are discussing “going commando” —a.k.a wearing no undies. Captivated by their conversation, she decides to shed her panties in favor of the freedom that wearing no underwear brings. Enthusiastic, Shyra sends an email to her best friend, Donna, detailing the delights of pantyfreedom, but unbeknownst to Shyra, she’s hit the send key...to the wrong email addy! When Derek Grayson opens his emails that morning, he discovers that his #1 employee and top bounty hunter, Shyra Lawrence, has sent him an erotic, enticing message about going commando. Derek has always been polite, professional, and so damned attracted to Shyra that it’s almost painful. Working day in and day out with voluptuous woman has sent Derek’s hormones into overdrive on more than one occasion. Now, Shyra’s shed her panties and Derek’s got all he can do to contain his lust when she announces that she’s... GOING COMMANDO.

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Red: A Seduction Tale by Maddie James Garnet Boudreaux is going home. Not back to her nice little apartment in New York City, but to her childhood home in the bayou. She doesn’t want to go, and isn’t certain what will be waiting for her when she arrives. But standing there in the voodoo shop on Bourbon Street, in the middle of one helluva party, she’s told by Madame Madeleine Dupuis that she has no choice. She presses two pouches into Garnet’s hands, wraps a red cape around her, and tells her she must go—and go now—to see to her grandmother. Max LeBlanc spies the lovely red-head across the street and knows in a heartbeat she is the one. A rougarou always knows when he’s met his mate. Some may call him a lycanthrope, a werewolf if you will, but in Cajun bayou lands he’s known simply as The Rougarou. He’d waited several hundred years for this moment, and for her. There is nothing left for him to do, but mark her and claim her as his mate. Soon.

Fiery Ember by Celia Kyle Ember Ellason is a darned good secretary. True, she’d like to be more, but since her father’s passing, her stepmother has taken over as CEO of Ellason Advertising, and Clementine Ellason feels Ember is only good enough to fetch coffee…barely. But when Clementine and her horrid daughters fail to show up for the meeting with the biggest client they could ever land, Ember saves the day by impersonating her stepmother. Paul Ashe needs a new ad campaign and he’s found the perfect company with the perfect proposal in Ellason Advertising. Too bad his body is a little too interested in the voluptuous CEO with her fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. Then he can’t seem to find the elusive woman after their first intimate tryst, and is left with only a pair of panties to remember her by. Will this Cinderella tale end in happily ever after? Or will Ember be separated from her panties—and her prince—for ever more?

Sins of the Father by Janet Eaves Aurora was born to wealth and privilege but was spirited away as an infant to a place of safety

after viscous threats to her life. Raised with an alias, and practically a prisoner of the three little old ladies who raised her, Aurora, at twenty, feels like Sleeping Beauty, just waiting for her life to start. When she meets a gorgeous “struggling” artist, she seizes the opportunity to take her life into her own hands and have a little fun. But once she ends up in his hands, the evil that has hunted for her all her life, finds her, and seeks to destroy her.

Oriana and the Three Werebears by Tia Fanning Oriana Ricci has taken over the family business—flying cargo and rich tourists around Alaska’s barely inhabited Kodiak Archipelago. When her plane malfunctions and she’s forced to make an emergency landing, she finds herself stranded in the middle of a National Wildlife Refuge. With no civilization for miles and no hope of rescue, she thinks all is lost… Until she stumbles upon the entrance to an underground bunker. Jack, Jordan, and Jonathan McMathan own and operate a secret intelligence firm contracted by the US Government. Hidden away in an old Cold War spy station located the middle of the Kodiak National Wildlife Refuge, the brothers are not only able to do their top secret jobs safely without fear of discovery, but are better to protect their other, more personal secret: They have the ability to shift into Kodiak bears. Like a fairy tale gone bad, the brothers return home to find their lunch tasted—or eaten, their computer chairs adjusted—or broken, and a beautiful blonde sleeping in one of their beds. This situation poses a big problem for the brothers… Their location is now compromised, but more importantly, what are they to do with the lady?

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