Zane and Trey’s garage was bigger than most houses. Clad in brick and draped in ivy, it resembled a residence from outside. Rebecca was dressed again, at least haphazardly. Following Trey, she padded barefoot across the long stretch of grass to the house proper. A bright partial moon lit what appeared to be very spacious, very picturesque landscaped grounds. The plantings were nicer than Boston Common. No question about it: Rebecca had left the humdrum world.Trey caught her hand as she slowed to gawk. “Do you like it?” he asked, long fingers squeezing hers.“It’s beautiful.”He smiled, seeming to hear her unsureness. “We earned it,” he reminded. “I doubt we grew up any fancier than you.”His hand was warm. Though she tugged a little, he didn’t allow her to pull away.“Let me,” he coaxed. “I like this kind of thing.”It seemed silly to object when he’d just ravished her atop a car. Holding hands wasn’t more serious than that. She had no cause to feel self-conscious simply because the g

Rebecca didn’t know which man’s bathrobe she’d borrowed on her exit from the sybaritic bathroom, only that it smelled heavenly. Unable to resist, she inhaled through the fluffy lapel as she padded back to the bedroom.The bed, which was empty, looked like a hurricane had hit it. In spite of being excellently pleasured twice recently, her flesh tightened at the sight.“Over here,” Zane called from the sitting area behind the arch. “We rustled up a snack.”Rebecca’s stomach growled. She’d only tasted the food in the Lounge tonight. Turning, she saw the men sprawled in armchairs in their underwear. Their snack was spread across the round table between them. She spotted sliced smoked salmon, a big tin of caviar, and two bottles of Louis Roederer Cristal chilling in silver ice buckets. Both men were toasting bread on long forks over a small gas fire.The fireplace turned the scene into a wet dream, its flames flickering cozily over the muscled limbs of the two big men. The air conditioning

Zane stepped back and considered her as if he were an artist and she his clay.Trey remained where he was next to her. Was Zane his boss for this as well? “Trap her arms against her sides,” he said to his friend. “Carry her to the nichebehind you. I saw that one catch her eye.”When Trey lifted her as instructed, his stiffened cock pressed against her back. Rebecca squirmed but held her tongue against making noises that might be construed as stop. His task fulfilled, Trey set her down in the recess Zane specified, facing the shadowy apparatus she couldn’t make out yet.“Stay,” he said and struck a fireplace match.Rebecca stayed, her normally independent nature caught in the spell the men were weaving. The flame Trey held revealed two gas sconces on the brick columns to either side of her. He lit them, after which Rebecca sucked in a breath. In the dancing light, she saw what the shadows hid. The recess was about six feet wide and deep. An elaborate rack stood within it, fashioned of

REBECCA loosening up changed the rest of the day. Feeling proud of herself, she skinny-dipped with the men in their indoor pool, not even squeaking when the chauffeur walked in to ask if they’d need the car later. Aside from his initial startled look, the young man hadn’t eyed her, so that was all right. Zane handled it well. He’d kept his temper as he told Owens to wait for a response to his knock next time. She doubted the man would forget. After their swim, they fed the ducks in the estate’s lagoon, then enjoyed a quickie back in the bedroom suite. The sex wasn’t as intense as their time in the playroom, but Rebecca liked it because both men were laughing and playful. Around four, she left a message for the twins that she was away from home.She didn’t say the V word. That would have alarmed them.At four thirty, Zane and Trey checked in with their office. That was more than her restraint could take. She begged the use of a computer in their library. Scattered around the elegant boo

“The thing she’s doing is for you,” Zane explained. “She asked me to help her with a surprise.”“Really?” Guilt pricked Trey belatedly. “She doesn’t have to do that. This week is about seducing her into a relationship.”Zane shook his head, amused. “You two are a pair.” He held out his hand. “Come see what we did. I predict seducing you is a step on the road to seducing her. She’s not the sort to want everyone focused on her all the time.”When he put it that way . . . Trey grabbed Zane’s hand and rose, pleased when his friend kept it afterwards. “Is it a good surprise?” he asked, throwing him a sideways glance.“Of course it is. I helped her pull it together.” “Not short on confidence, are you?” “Rarely,” Zane agreed.Realizing they were headed toward the playroom put a skip into Trey’s pulse. “Was this your idea?” he asked as Zane worked the elevator.“My suggestion. Rebecca brought her own ideas into the mix.” “What ideas?”Zane grinned. “You’ll see.”He paused at the bank vault doo