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sucked in their breath. Jenny pul ed the briefs down and dropped them to his ankles. He stepped out of them

and kicked them aside.

Mandy took his hand and drew him to a large, open space in the room, then urged him to the floor. He sat on

the thick, soft carpet. Mandy stroked his chest, easing him onto his back, while Jenny slid her hands along the

inside of his thigh. A second later, Emma stroked the tip of her finger along his shaft. He sucked in a breath at

her delicate touch. His eyelids fell closed as he enjoyed the situation. A warm mouth covered the head of his

cock, a soft, wet tongue circling around the underside of the crown.

Damn, but it felt great.

But he couldn't help thinking it would be even better if it was Melissa's mouth.

He opened his eyes to see that Mandy had shed her dress, leaving her large breasts covered only by shear black

lace. The other two women were shedding their clothing, also. Soon the three of them gathered around him

dressed only in sexy bras and thongs. He longed to reach out and touch those breasts, to suck them into his

mouth, but that wasn't part of the deal.

Mandy licked his cock head and then swal owed him whole. His already rigid cock grew rock hard. A moment

later, she climbed over him, tugged the crotch of her panties aside, and slid down on him, capturing his pulsing

erection in her hot, wet pussy. He sighed, concentrating on keeping control. She shifted up and down twice.

"Hey, leave some for us," Emma insisted.

Reluctantly, Mandy slid off him and shifted forward. Emma sat down on him, capturing his cock inside her

sweet, warm pussy. Mandy sat right in front of her, their two bodies together, Emma's front to Mandy's back.

After two bounces, Emma shifted off him and moved forward, pushing Mandy farther up his chest. Jenny slid

onto his cock and glided up and down twice. The three of them were giggling like crazy. They began moving back

and forward, shifting their bodies enough to pass his cock from pussy to pussy. Mandy, Emma, Jenny, then

change direction. Emma, Mandy, then change direction. Emma, Jenny, then change direction.

"Hey, Emma's getting it more often," Mandy complained.

"Yeah, that's not fair," Jenny agreed.

Ty's cock was aching and their argument had stopped their movements. He twitched inside Jenny.

"I'll solve this."

He grabbed Mandy's hips and pulled her forward, toward his face. He drew her close and parted her sexy, lower

lips and licked the moist flesh. She got the idea and settled over his mouth, leaving him a little room to breath.

He pul ed Emma forward to sit on his stomach, then slid his thumb into her pussy. His fingers stroked the little

puckered opening of her anus. Jenny remained on his cock.

He dabbed at Mandy's clit, while working his finger inside Emma's hot opening. Jenny shifted, then glided up

and down, once.

He used his free hand to part Mandy's flesh, then sucked on her hard little clit. She gasped. He slipped his index

finger into Emma, alongside his thumb, while continuing to stroke her other tight hole. Jenny shifted up and

down again.

He slipped two fingers into Mandy. He swirled his finger inside Emma, then drew it back to her anus, slowly

pushing the lubricated digit into her. Jenny started moving in a fluid up and down motion. His cock pulsed with

need. He couldn't last much longer. He swirled his tongue around Mandy's clit while thrusting his fingers inside

her. He pushed against Emma's anus, his finger slipping farther inside, then he began to move his thumb along

her moist opening in parallel to the slow thrusting motion of his finger in her ass. She clenched around him, tight

and hot, moaning.

"Oh, oh, I'm close." Jenny moaned as she bounced up and down on him.

He felt his balls tighten, ready for release.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good." Mandy undulated on top of him.

Emma simply groaned and clenched around his thumb and his finger. She let loose first, moaning, then wailing

loudly. Mandy next, adding her wails of pleasure, then Jenny. The song of three women in orgasm sent him over

the edge. Their orgasms went on and on as he fil ed Jenny with his seed.

As he erupted into the hot embrace of her body, he thought about Melissa riding his cock, wailing in ecstatic

pleasure as he brought her to orgasm. As he intended to do several times over the course of the evening.

Finally, they all collapsed together in a tangle of bodies. Emma's face, next to his, beamed with a bright smile.

"Wow, that was great. I get your cock this time."

Oh God, they wanted him to do this two more times. He glanced at his watch and realized he only had a half

hour left. There was no time to gather any more dollars. Not that it mattered. He safely had his target.

Melissa would be in his arms tonight.

Melissa peered into the Passion Flower room. She had been looking all over for Shane or any of her other dinner

companions for the past half hour. A number of women were standing watching something. She stepped into

the room and moved forward, trying to catch a glimpse of what they were seeing.

Shock pulsed through her as she saw Ty lying on the carpet with three women undulating on top of him.

What had she expected from a man who attended a swingers' club? Despite the fact he had a beautiful wife, he

was here to have sex with other women. Even though she'd known what kind of man he was when she'd met

him, disappointment burned through her.

She wanted to turn and leave, but the sight of his long, hard cock sliding in and out of the sexy blonde, while his

mouth worked on the redhead and his fingers stroked inside the brunette, held her frozen. The passionate

sounds of the women washed through her, and her rate of breathing increased.

Melissa's hormones danced through her in a wild passion dance. She yearned to have his cock thrusting into her,

even if it meant sharing him with two other women.

All the women wailed, their faces contorted in bliss, then they slumped together. A moment later, they pushed

themselves up and, to Melissa's complete surprise, they switched positions and settled on him again. Her eyes

widened, watching the blonde suck Ty's cock to life, then grasp his big shaft and direct it inside her.

Melissa felt a tap on her shoulder and she jumped.

"Ms. Woods." A man dressed in the crested jacket of the resort stood beside her. "It's time to change into your costume."

Chapter 10

SUZANNE WATCHED AS SHANE LEANED TOWARD HER. HIS WARM mouth covered one hard nipple reverently.

The heat and moisture sent her blood boiling. His tongue moved slowly over her nipple, then he drew it deep

into his mouth.

Their flirtation had turned bolder and she'd decided to have some fun with it while furthering her mission to get

Ty more auction dollars. She'd offered to let Shane kiss her for some of his auction money and he'd asked

where. His hungry gaze on her cleavage had told her exactly what he'd hoped for.

She hadn't been able to resist the temptation.

He released her breast and she almost cried out, but he quickly covered her other nipple. She sucked in a breath

at the intensely divine pleasure.

This man was hot!

She wanted to grab his hands and hold them against her breasts. She wanted to press her throbbing nipples

against his hard, muscular chest while his hot cock thrust deep inside her.

But she'd only agreed to let him kiss her breasts.

He leaned back, gazing at her hard nipples, then shifting to her face.

"Thank you." His smile and the boyish glint in his eye took her breath away.

"Thank you." She leaned toward him and their lips touched. The contact blossomed into a passionate kiss.

Their lips parted and she stared into his simmering blue eyes for a long moment, debating whether to obey her

hormones and fling off her dress, then pul him on top of her.

The lights flickered, signaling time for the show. The guests would be returning to the dining room.

She sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, then helped her up. Maybe later she'd get a chance to experience

everything this sexy man had to offer.

As she rearranged her dress, he pulled out his dollars and slipped all of them into her evening bag.

"But . . ." It was more than they'd agreed on.

"That's okay." He tucked his hands around her waist. "It's just play money. No big deal."

"Thanks." She smiled. "Ty will be thrilled."

He pressed his hand to the small of her back as they walked toward the door.

"Is there something special he wants bid to on?"

She nodded.

Yes. Your wife.

Melissa wrapped her hand around her martini glass, trying to quell the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Why

had she volunteered to be in this show?

Her gaze slid to Ty as he chatted to his wife. Part of the reason had been to show him that she could be

adventurous, but why did his opinion matter? She was nothing to him but the possibility of a little sex on the

side. He had a beautiful wife and, based on what Melissa had witnessed a few moments ago, a bevy of beautiful

women willing to screw him. As soon as he realized Melissa wasn't interested, he'd totally forget about her.

Suzanne laughed and kissed Ty's cheek. Her finger toyed with the top button of his shirt and Melissa imagined

unfastening that button, then the next, slowly revealing the hard, male muscles beneath.

Okay, it's not that she wasn't interested. He was a gorgeous, sexy man and there was an undeniable attraction

between them. And she had enjoyed their time together yesterday. More than that, he had touched something

deep inside her when he had acted as her protector. Never before had she felt so cared for. Even with Shane . . .

and that disturbed her. What was it about Ty Adams that affected her this way?

Her stomach coiled tightly as she realized she really didn't want to know. Her good sense warned that if Ty

wasn't married, she could find herself wanting him too much. Needing him too much. And that was far too

dangerous to her emotional health.

Memories of the loss she'd felt after her mother left, of the al -encompassing pain, flashed through her, nearly

knocking her over. She hadn't thought about that in years—hadn't allowed the feelings to surface . . . ever.

Loving someone that deeply meant loss . . . and unimaginable pain. She would not al ow herself to . . .

Her gaze shifted away from Ty.

"Melissa, are you okay?" Giselle asked. "You look a little pale." Melissa glanced at her. "I'm just . . . a little nervous. About the show." Anxiety about her upcoming performance gave focus to her churning emotions.

"Don't worry, honey. You'll be great." Suzanne sent her a reassuring smile from across the table.

"Melissa, I love your costume." Giselle smiled at the waiter and thanked him as he set a tall, cocktail glass full of a frothy pink drink in front of her, then turned her attention back to Melissa. "Tell us a little about the show."

"I can't. It's a surprise."

The butterflies began again. Her fingers reached for her heart necklace but it wasn't there. She remembered

she'd taken it off because it didn't fit with her peasant costume. She reached into the pocket in the front of the

skirt and drew out the necklace.

"Shane, would you keep this? I don't want to lose it."

"Sure thing." He slipped it into his inside jacket pocket.

Melissa plucked at the ribbon at the neckline of the white peasant blouse. It left her shoulders total y bare.

She'd left off her bra because the straps would have shown otherwise. The full skirt, gathered at her waist, fell

to her ankles. They'd told her to leave off her pantyhose and shoes, wanting the effect of a barefoot peasant.

Melissa sipped her drink. She wished she hadn't volunteered for this show. She hated speaking in front of a

group, let alone performing, but the staff had assured her she would be fine. Since she wasn't taking part in the

more . . . erotic aspects of the show, she would be led by the three professional actors rather than being teamed

up with other volunteers.

Four of the volunteers were married couples who had chosen to swap partners for the performance and the

others were couples who had chosen to stay together. They must get a sexual thril out of being exhibitionists,

but Melissa real y couldn't understand it.

She tipped her stemmed martini glass again, glancing surreptitiously toward Ty as he whispered something to

Suzanne and again Melissa remembered the three women riding him to sexual bliss. A flash of heat blazed

through her, an echo of her response to watching him pleasure those women—and wishing it was her. He hadn't

minded performing in front of a crowd. What kind of man did that sort of thing? Now that she had her chaotic

thoughts under control, she knew she would never consider a relationship with a man like Ty Adams, even if he

wasn't married. Shane, to her left, laughed at something Giselle said to him and Melissa's cheeks burned as she

realized her hypocrisy. Shane had enjoyed performing with those women their first evening here and Melissa

had taken it in stride. In fact, she admired Shane because of it. In her eyes, it showed how comfortable he was

with himself and his sexuality. That was a great thing.

Her gaze returned to Ty Adams as he chuckled at something Suzanne murmured to him. Of course, Shane wasn't

a married man.

The band began to play music and the conversations around the bal room faded. An announcer strode to center