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She doesn’t care that the two men hitting on her give her obviously fake names. Her one-night stand only rule means she’ll never see them again regardless. Until they walk into her coffee shop the next morning, and she realizes they’re the persistent jerks trying to buy her business. And their real names aren’t the only thing they kept from her.
~ check prices before you buy ~
“Last one.” Owen added the box of cupcakes to the stack, and turned to face me.
He had two almost perfect smudges of chocolate on his forehead, that made him look like he had double eyebrows and was very surprised. I bit my lip to hide my amusement, but a laugh slipped out.
“What did I miss?” He raised an eyebrow. That made it even funnier.
Kingston joined in the laughing. “Chocolate on your face.”
“Where?” Owen frowned.
I shouldn’t keep laughing, but I couldn’t help it. “Your forehead. Here.” I crossed the distance between us, and smudged the frosting away with a towel.
“You think that’s funny?” Owen’s tone was threatening, but he was smiling too.
“A little, yeah.”
He booped my nose. “There. Now you have chocolate on your face too.”
“You jerk.” I reached to wipe it away.
Owen grabbed my wrist. “Leave it. It looks cute.”
A shiver of desire ran through me at the heat of his grip, and when I met his gaze, my breath caught at the intensity staring back.
Now would be the perfect time to pull away. But my body was too focused on the heat flowing between us and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sugar, to get the message.
I forced myself to act, dipping a free finger in the extra frosting, and aiming a touch for Owen’s cheek.
He captured my other wrist as well. His grip was more solid and tantalizing than my fantasies promised, and now my brain was skipping ahead to the part where he’d pin me to the wall—
“What are you going to do now?” Owen’s tone was teasing mixed with challenge.
Whimper and beg him to lift me on the counter and take advantage of me?
“Pout?” I jutted out my lower lip.
Kingston had gone quiet. Was he watching? Enjoying or irritated?
“That’s not a deterrent.” Owen pulled my frosting covered finger into his mouth.
When he traced circles over my skin, licking it clean, that whimper escaped.
His smirk was another layer of delicious. He dropped that wrist, still studying me. “Next plan?” He asked.
I nodded at my still captured hand. “You got chocolate on my wrist, too.” I’d stop short of asking him to lick every inch of me—probably.
A touch met the small of my back. “Save some for me.” There was Kingston. He grasped my fingertips.
Owen let me go to reach past me and grip the back of Kingston’s neck. He crushed his mouth to Kingston’s in the sort of all-consuming kiss that made my lips whimper for a hint of the same.
I think my gasp was as loud as Kingston’s when they broke apart.
Kingston chuckled softly and bit his bottom lip. “I meant the gorgeous lady’s chocolate frosting, but that’s pretty good too.”
The way they interacted with me, with each other, told me they were practiced at this two-guys-one-girl thing. Not that I expected to be their first. I was here for the physical gratification. The show between the two of them was an added bonus. Were they more than friends? They must be with a kiss like that.
When Kingston licked the sensitive skin along the inside of my wrist, my questions faded into the background and I moaned. That felt better than should be legal.
“Good?” he asked with a grin. His composure had returned.
Mine hadn’t. Any answer I could come up with felt weak, so I settled for nodding.