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  “You have a job, right?”

  Kiona shivered, trying to concentrate on the words coming from his mouth rather than the sexy ones blazing in his eyes. She threw an arm across her eyes. “Yes, but he pays me a pretty measly wage. Well, not really measly, but it’s barely enough to cover my bills, living expenses, and a small pension payment.”

  “What?”

  “Yep,” Kol offered, rounding the bed and lounging on the opposite side. He stretched out at Kiona’s right side, propping his head on a fist. “He talked her into building this house. Dangled free land in front of her, paid the down payment, tempted her with freedom and her independence. But really, his motivation was to get her strapped to a hefty mortgage, keep her here on Kabana, totally dependent on him for life. Putting her on the payroll, earning a just-enough salary while holding back her trust fund guarantees she’ll work hard for him at KPCS, while the house keeps her chained to the island. He’s a clever man.”

  Mitch arched an eyebrow. “He pays you a just-enough salary, and you’re the CEO of the company?”

  She nodded, embarrassment warming her cheeks at his incredulous tone.

  Mitch scooted closer and closed his hand around her wrist. He drew her arm away from her eyes. “That’s bullshit. You shouldn’t put up with that.”

  “Same thing I’ve been trying to tell her for years,” Kol mumbled.

  The hot vice on her arm sent a tremor of liquid desire spilling into her womb. As each second passed, lying there on a bed with her lover on one side of her, and a heartthrob star on the other, Kiona had a difficult time thinking about anything but that male-on-male embrace in the pool—and seeing Kol’s hand down the front of Mitch’s pants.

  Oh, God.

  “I love KPCS. I practically grew up either in the office or in the fields. I’d work there for free if I could.” She let out a lusty sigh. “But that’s not possible with a mortgage, car payment, credit card bills, living expenses, and the like.”

  “So without realizing it, he’s forced you to do something as rash as contracting to marry a stranger so you can get access to your trust fund. Money that’s rightfully yours in the first place.” He shook his head in disgust and let go of her arm. She clenched her hands into fists to keep from brushing aside the lock of pale hair that fell across his brow. “Sounds like one of my movie plots.”

  Kiona sat up. “Well, do you see now? I need you to marry me. I need that trust fund.” Her heart rapped against her ribs with worry. “You didn’t order Jager to file for breach of contract, did you?”

  Mitch frowned. He reached over and plucked a lock of hair from her breast. She still wore the robe, but even with the cloth covering her chest, the nipple puckered on cue, making a trail of heavy desire snake through her system.

  Rubbing the strands between his fingers, Mitch murmured, “Regardless of what I discussed with Jager, you shouldn’t have to do something so drastic just to pay your bills.”

  Kol snorted. “That’s Heloki for you. Trusses people up like a damn puppet, makes you owe him, then you have to resort to doing lôlô things to pay your debts or stay in his good graces. Good at pulling strings, obsessed with keeping her on a chain—hell, everyone, even me.” His eyes narrowed. “Until he fired me for sleeping with her.”

  “Really?” Mitch glanced at Kol. She watched as his gaze freely roamed Kol’s body from head, to toes, to crotch. “So all because of Heloki, she’s working her ass off for pennies, while you’re drawing unemployment.”

  Kol shrugged, but Kiona knew him well. “Doing some bartending while I look for something better. Can’t sit around and do nothing.”

  He may look it, but Kiona knew Kol was far from feeling nonchalant. Her libido stirred hotter when she noted the vaguest bit of cock peeping over the waistband of his jeans. The unmistakable thickening of a rising hard-on strained against his zipper.

  “Mmm,” Mitch agreed, and Kiona could swear she saw admiration and respect flicker in his eyes.

  “Shouldn’t you get out of those wet clothes?” Kol suddenly asked.

  Kiona’s lips parted on a wistful in-drawn breath when Kol reached down and palmed himself through his pants, adding, “Wouldn’t want you to catch your death before the wedding, now would we?”

  Mitch locked his blue-green gaze onto Kol’s dark one. “Are you offering me…?” His perusal moved lower to study Kol’s crotch. “Offering me sex with my bride-to-be?”

  Whoa. Kiona swallowed a lump. “Uh, I don’t think—”

  Kol scooted closer to Kiona and drew her robe partially open, exposing her breasts. Cool night air rushed through the open French doors, fluttering the curtains and sending a ripple of goose bumps up and down her body. Kol’s warm hand lifted one globe, palming, massaging, so that Mitch had no choice but to lower his gaze and watch.

  “No, I’m offering you sex with your bride-to-be and her man—her permanent man who stays right here by her side no matter who she marries. So what do you say, Wulfrum?” Defiantly, Kol leaned down and circled his tongue around her areola. She sucked in a breath at the wet-hot sensations bombarding her nipple while another man watched. Sticky cream oozed out of her aching pussy. Is this really happening?

  “You ready to explore that bi side of yourself?” Kol challenged when Mitch simply sat there motionless, speechless.

  Who was this man, Kiona wondered, this wicked devil suddenly emerging in Kol’s place? It made her head spin, had her panting with a sexual fever. Yet she really didn’t have to ask herself who he was. It was as if she’d known the panther lurked within all along, but hadn’t known there was a cage, or how to unlock it.

  Oh, but gods of her islands, she had the key now—in the form of Mitch Wulfrum.

  To torture and tempt further, Kol kept his stare on Mitch as he drew her areola in between his teeth, and bit down. Kiona arched into Kol’s mouth even as she heard Mitch mutter a curse under his breath. Every now and then, she got whiffs of her own arousal mixed with the scent of chlorine in Kol’s hair as it dragged soft and tickly over her upper chest. She watched Mitch’s eyes as they devoured her naked breasts, sliding over to take in the powerful sight of Kol’s flexing biceps and sculpted, bare upper body. Mitch’s jaw clenched, his propriety apparently fighting with the male demons ruling his libido.

  But what really struck her was the way he seemed to become periodically fixated on Kol, not in the male-watching-another-pleasure-a-woman way, but in the way she’d read about men openly lusting after other men, or seen in those porno flicks she and Kol had watched together. Yet it also seemed Mitch warred with himself over the need for both man and woman.

  It was true. The movie star was bisexual.

  “Come here, Mitch,” she finally whispered, raising her hand to him. Bubbly exhilaration rippled up her spine. Ah, yes, a woman’s deepest, darkest fantasies are made of exciting moments like this. “You don’t have to choose. You can have both of us.”

  Oh God, did she really just say that? And was she truly about to have sex with the man she loved, and the celebrity she’d had a secret crush on for years? She was like the lead female role in one of his movies, center stage, all eyes on her. Only this far surpassed all of his box-office hits. None of them featured a threesome, and none of them were ever this naughty.

  “Jesus Christ.” Mitch didn’t ponder her offer long. He stood up and ripped off his wet clothes, exposing an erection to rival Kol’s. She knew Kol’s eyes were also on Mitch, but it was Mitch’s moan of approval that had Kol picking up the pace, sucking harder, skimming his callused hand up her leg, over her undulating hips, along her swollen slit.

  At Kol’s eager caresses, her robe fell fully open, exposing every inch of her tingling flesh. She cried out, nearly coming undone when Kol sank a finger into her damp channel at the very moment Mitch eased a knee onto the bed and stared down at them while he stroked his long cock.

  “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to hold off, save you—us—until the wedding night,” Mitch rasped, pumping hi
mself off.

  Kiona simply blinked, stunned into speechlessness. His words were sweet yet full of erotic promise. He was on the bed with them, palming himself frantically, yet he wanted to save their consummation for their wedding night? Touched by a deep sentiment she couldn’t quite name, she looked down at his erection, back up his beautiful body to that gorgeous face of his. Breathless. She felt totally breathless and dizzy with excitement.

  “What?” Kol croaked, his head popping up.

  Mitch lifted a shoulder even as he continued to stroke himself. “Don’t ask me why. I mean, I’m definitely going to take advantage of this moment—but not fully.” His hungry gaze raked her body, finally falling on her exposed pussy. It felt as if a flame had seared her wherever his eyes touched her. “For some reason, I want to save it for our wedding night. I want that initial moment of sliding into her to be when she’s my wife.”

  Wow. At his surprising declaration, Kiona’s pulse thumped out of control.

  Kol chuckled hollowly. She knew it to be in reference to Mitch’s our wedding night comment. She detected a hint of jealousy in Kol’s tone, but still he pushed the confirmation of a three-way encounter. “What about me? You’re forgetting me, goddamn it.”

  “No. No, I’m definitely not forgetting anything. I meant you too. This may not be the American way, but fuck that. When I marry her, it looks like I’ll be marrying you, as well. We’ll have Jager do something to fix it, hell, I don’t know. But I do know I need to wait to have both of you on our wedding night.”

  Our. He didn’t clarify, but she knew it meant he’d included Kol, and the sound of it made Kiona’s heart soar with joy. Heat flooded her loins as random images of their wedding night flashed through her brain.

  But how would they go about this without actually doing it?

  Kol’s expression softened and she saw the exact second understanding and relief took hold of him. “Then how do you suggest we do this?”

  Mitch jutted his jaw toward Kol by way of pointing. “You take her from behind while I watch. While I lie there and let her suck me off.”

  Her mouth watered at the image his suggestion conjured up in her mind. Kiona’s very talented lover would make love to her while she gave movie star Mitch Wulfrum a blowjob.

  Holy shit.

  She wasn’t sure if Mitch was copping out over the male-on-male contact, or if he truly wanted to hold their consummation sacred until after the ceremony. But it didn’t matter to her either way, because she was so fucking turned on she could barely think or breathe.

  Oh yeah, Kabana was heating up like the blazing depths of Mount Makakoa. She didn’t need to study Kabana’s famous volcano to understand its inner workings anymore. Kiona let the lava build and boil, and knew once she erupted it wasn’t going to be a geological event, but rather a celestial one that would rock her whole universe.

  Mitch glanced around at the luxurious bedroom with the Polynesian décor and the huge four-poster, wrought-iron bed angled in the corner. Kiona shrugged out of her robe and now lay totally nude upon the white comforter, her blue-black hair trailing across the fluffy pillow she rested her head on.

  His perusal slid to Kol, his dark head bent as he busied himself tasting those luscious-looking, full breasts. Island-tanned, tattooed skin bunched and rippled over muscles made so, Mitch was sure, by hard labor and hands that refused to remain idle. Like now. Kol shoved her long, silky legs apart with one large hand, and she bit her lips, her exotic eyes going limp with desire when Kol finger-fucked her while voraciously sucking one dark-brown, erect nipple.

  Mother fucker, was this some kind of erotic dream he’d tumbled into, or had he truly lucked out? Mitch stroked himself, knowing he could blow just like this, kneeling next to her lush, writhing body, watching as Kol, so dark and so fucking male, brought her to climax.

  But Mitch wasn’t going to deprive himself anymore. He’d already tortured himself watching them in the pool. He needed release, although call him a traditionalist, but he wanted more than anything to delay his consummation with them until the wedding night. A blowjob, he decided as his pulse beat like a jungle drum in his chest, would see him through just fine until then.

  “Get the pants off,” he said huskily to Kol.

  Kol didn’t even pause. He seemed to instinctively understand, and without taking his mouth from her breast, he fiddled with the button and zipper of his jeans and kicked the garment off.

  Christ Almighty. The man had a body like a bronzed god. Long and lean and muscle-packed, with ass cheeks as tight and smooth as rocks. Mitch groaned, rubbing his cock as he imagined sinking himself in between those hard buns, gloved by the snug inner muscles.

  His gaze shifted to Kiona. Her tanned, slender legs were spread, her hips doing some sort of hula swivel as she met Kol’s caresses with hearty thrusts. Except for a small square patch of dark-brown curls above her cleft, her pussy was shaved, and the silky, cream-coated lips glistened with her elixir. Mitch watched as Kol swirled his finger around the swollen clitoris then slid one long finger into her cunt. He loved the sound of the feminine, feral cries erupting from deep in her throat, and the way it appeared to fuel Kol’s attentiveness and determination to please her.

  Mitch let the lust ride him hard. He stepped one knee over her legs and straddled her, moving Kol aside in the process. Looking down, he raked his hungry stare from the stunning eyes, down over the pursed, reddened lips, to the full tits and narrow ribcage. Her abs were flat and slightly rippled as if she worked out, her hips gently flared, her legs feminine yet vaguely corded with smooth muscles. He could well imagine them ringed around his hips, her ankles locked behind him as he slid his cock into that soaking-wet pussy.

  “What now, fiancé?” she purred, cupping and squeezing her own breasts.

  “Turn over,” he said gruffly, even as he reached down and flipped her onto her stomach.

  She yelped in surprised delight. Dark locks of hair spilled down her long back. He brushed the glossy strands aside with a groan and studied the subtle notches of her spine leading a seductive path down to the slope of the most beautiful female ass he’d ever had the pleasure of examining. The bare cheeks were round and firm, just right for gripping during a bout of hot, sweaty sex. The creases where ass merged with thighs were very appetizing at the moment, so much so that he licked his lips, imagining how her flesh, her asshole, her pussy would taste.

  “Aah,” she sighed when Mitch rubbed his palms up the backs of her thighs and filled his hands with her buttocks. As he continued to massage her and listen to the sweet song of her approval, he shifted his gaze to scrutinize Kol. He lounged on his side, touching himself, seeming satisfied to watch their interplay.

  “You okay with this?” Mitch asked.

  Kol’s liquid-dark eyes lit with lust. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think so.”

  Satisfied with his reply, Mitch let his perusal drift to Kol’s erection. Jesus, if it wasn’t the most delicious cock he’d ever seen. Okay, so the tabloids were right—Mitch had a penchant for men. But he wasn’t about to ruin his career and admit it publicly. He’d had a few discreet interplays in the distant past with men who were sworn to secrecy and could be trusted…or with men who were being paid off regularly through Jager to keep their mouths shut.

  But this whole arrangement seemed to have turned into some sort of dream-come-true fantasy that had fallen into his lap in a matter of hours. Every aspect of it—except for her meddling father—seemed to fit all three of them very well. She drooled over the idea of a threesome, and seemed to have no problem with—in fact, was turned on by—two men interacting within that trio.

  Then there was the perk that both Kol and Kiona were gorgeous, and Mitch had no qualms about admitting that he himself wasn’t bad looking either. Together, the three of them made a stunning bedroom trio, while in public, he and Kiona would present as a happily married, eye-catching husband and wife.

  Perfect.

  He hooked one arm under her hips and yanked
them up. It opened up her butt cheeks and gave him a full-on view of the tight ring of her anus and the drenching pussy hole. The sudden sight of it from this angle sent a lightning zap of carnal need through his groin and made his cock tingle. He inhaled and caught the musky essence of those juices. Licking his lips, he bent and allowed himself just one lick.

  “Mmm,” she mewled, her hands fisting in the thick blanket. “I’m so ready for this, you both have no idea.”

  Kol’s eyelids went limp over glittering dark orbs. He was still lying on his side, propped up on an elbow. He palmed himself, watching intently as Mitch sampled his woman. Kol looked so goddamn hot Mitch could no longer deny his need for a permanent man in his life. The realization both stunned and empowered him.

  God, how he hoped like hell this was the answer to his prayers.

  Mitch rolled the milky-sweet flavor of her juices around on his tongue. “Damn, you taste so good.”

  “Be my guest,” she panted, rocking backward so her ass rose higher. “Have another taste.”

  Mitch chuckled but shook his head. “Uh-uh. Not ’til the wedding night.” He shot a look at Kol. “Get over here and get behind her.”

  Without a word, Kol obeyed. Shifting up onto his hands and knees, he crawled around behind Mitch. Glancing over his shoulder, Mitch watched with sweet torture as Kol licked his lips and raked his gaze up and down Mitch’s backside. Mitch involuntarily clenched his glutes, and his asshole tightened at the sudden heat that enveloped him. It was as if a torch had been brushed up and down his flesh, searing deep into his groin.

  “You don’t move very, very soon, Wulfrum,” Kol warned with a sex-crazed timbre as he rubbed a hand across his faintly whiskered chin, “I’m going to be forced to fuck that nice ass of yours…and blow your little after-the-wedding rule all to hell.”