They were both hard again. Already. For her. How could she not be melted by that, completely, totally softened and liquefied?

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

“No.” Chris licked her jaw. “The couch is so…”

“Full of possibilities?” Dag suggested, looking up from her breast with gleaming dark eyes.

“Yeah.” The two men exchanged heavy eye contact. Oh lord, what did they have planned for her now?

“This time it’s my turn to fuck you, sweetheart,” Chris said.

“Um…wow. Okay.” Her insides went all heavy and achy. Again. Already. Dag’s fingers slid down there and played between her thighs.

“She’s wet. So wet.”

“Good.”

Chris gave her a hard kiss on the mouth then moved away. “Lie down, sweetie. On your back.”

Dag moved too, hands helping her down, and then Chris lifted her ankles up onto the couch and turned her body. She felt like a doll, a little helpless, a little used, but not in a bad way. They laid her on the couch, her head on the armrest, and Dag slid off to stand beside the couch while Chris knelt between her legs.

Chris smiled down at her, his face still wearing a flush, hair tousled. His chest, wide and muscled, his golden-brown hair in the center of it tapering down in a swirl of lighter gold around his belly button, then farther down to the thick nest of brown hair around his cock. He, too, had gotten tanned today at the beach, a nice golden tan that emphasized his muscles. He lifted her knees up and back and planted one of his feet on the floor, the couch too narrow.

She blinked at him and reached a hand out to touch Dag’s thigh, her head spinning a little. Then Dag slid his hands into her hair, turned her head to face him and angled her chin up. She met his eyes, dark and dangerous, and as he fed his cock into her mouth, Chris pushed inside her.

Dag held her jaw with one hand, his other hand pressed to his groin at the base of his cock, and fucked her mouth. She’d taken Chris deep, something she’d practiced and learned how to do, relaxing her throat, swallowing him, but there was no way she could do that to Dag. She raised her eyes to his face again, a little whisper of worry inside her that he might try to make her do it, but his eyes reassured her, his strokes firm but not aggressive.

“As much as you want, babe,” he murmured, watching her face with erotic hunger. “As much as you can.”

She wanted to swallow him, all of him, his thick length filling her mouth, bumping the back of her throat.

“It’s good,” he mumbled. “So good. As much as you can, that’s good, baby.” His smile warmed her.

Chris plunged into her again and again, hands on her inner thighs, pushing them wide for him.

“Christ, Kass, look at you. Sucking Dag’s cock like that. Oh man.” The urgent drag of sensation in her pussy, in and out, in and out, started pleasure building, a faint buzz of pleasure at first, growing bigger, faster, higher. She used her own fingers between her legs to accelerate it, rubbing her clit. “Oh yeah, sweetheart, yeah, do it…” Chris’s voice trailed off into a groan.

“Gonna come, Kassidy.” Dag’s words dragged her gaze back to him. “In your mouth…aw, fuck, yeah…” And a grimace contorted his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut almost as if he were in pain and the taste of him flowed over her tongue and down her throat as she sucked and swallowed. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s so good. Sooo good.”

“Yes, now…” Chris was coming too, pumping inside her in hard pounding strokes that rocked her body, jiggled her breasts, and sent her over too, flying high. Dag’s cock slid out of her mouth, and he bent and kissed her as she came. She left her body, she didn’t know where she went, but she floated and throbbed and soared on sensation.

Dag seemed to end up at Chris and Kassidy’s place a lot over the next week. During the day he met with other investors and business people he needed to get his venture started. In the evenings he spent time with Chris and Kassidy, sometimes with Chris doing guy stuff, but often with Kassidy, picking her brain for the training and development knowledge he needed.

What would he have done without her? She was a godsend, a treasure trove of information, experience and ideas. Advice from a human resources professional with experience in training and development was invaluable.

“You’ve done a ton of work on this,” she said slowly on Thursday night. She and Dag sat at the dining room table while Chris watched a baseball game on television not far away. Dag’s creation was coming together nicely, and the research he’d done showed he had something new and different and marketable.

He shrugged. “Yeah. Well. There’s a lot to do.”

She sent him a funny, almost puzzled look. “Just remember, we call it talent development now. You’ll want to use the latest buzzwords when you’re talking to people—investors or buyers.”

“Talent development,” he repeated, typing on his laptop.

“Learning and development has to be aligned with corporate strategic initiatives,” she continued. “For us, and probably most organizations these days, competencies are an important focus.”

“How do you train on those?” he asked.

“We hire external consultants who’ve developed specific programs on things like client service, problem solving, teamwork.”

“That must be expensive.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He typed again, fingers clicking away on the keyboard. “What do you think about doing that kind of training online?”

She frowned. “Hard to say. A lot of the learning comes from the interactive classroom experience where people share their experiences and learn from each other’s questions.”

“But if you could do it in real time? With the ability to share information and ask questions?”

“It could work.”

How could he test his product before he got too far into this? Maybe develop a prototype and get someone to try it. Once again, Kassidy.

He looked up at her, curled up cross-legged on the chair in a pair of short shorts and a tank top, her hair loose on her shoulders. “Would you try it? If I build a prototype. I need to know how well it works.”

“Wouldn’t you need more people?”

“Yeah. But I don’t have more people. Well, there could be you and me and Chris. Chris would do it too.”

“A class of three,” she said with a smile. “What are we going to learn?”

“I need some content.”

“Hang on.”

She disappeared down the hall and returned with some books and folders. “I can’t give you stuff from RBM obviously, but here are some training materials from courses I’ve taken. You can use this just as sample materials.”

“Perfect.” Excitement gripped him as always when he was working on creating something new. “Thanks, Kass. What would I do without you?”

Her pleased smile warmed him and he winked at her.

“Who’s winning the game?” he called to Chris.

“Cubs. Three nothing. You guys done?”

“Just about.” He had a few more questions for Kassidy. “So what about recruitment?” he asked. “Internal recruitment. I assume you often hire from within.”

“I’m not the expert on that,” she said. “But, yes.”

And they talked for another hour. Kassidy was passionate about her work and seemed to love to talk about it. Her knowledge impressed him. She was so much more than just a pretty face, but he should have known Chris wouldn’t hook up with someone who didn’t have more going on than looks. And she seemed impressed with all his work too, which gave him a warm, satisfied feeling inside.

And, like almost every other night that week, he ended up staying over at their place, sleeping with Kassidy and Chris in what was becoming the sweetest, hottest, almost daily routine.

Kassidy was just coming out of a meeting Friday afternoon, laughing at a joke her boss had made, when Chris appeared in the hall. It was unusual for him to be on her floor; they usually didn’t see each other during the day.