Centerfold by Kris Norris

magazine and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do until this case was over and she could slap an injunction in his lap.
    Roman shook his outstretched hand, once again beckoning to her. She sighed, moving over to him, leaning into him as he wrapped her in his arms. God, he felt good. Right. Though they’d called a truce, there hadn’t been a spare moment since they’d received the new pictures to do more than get a couple of hours sleep each night. Even then, they’d been switching off. Each man taking a turn slipping out to search for clues—spy on the other guests in the hopes of narrowing down their suspect list. Other than a few stolen kisses, the boys hadn’t tried to seduce her. It was a fact that touched her heart more than they could know. Watching the blatant sex shows—part of her still worried it was the situation that had pushed them into action. But knowing they were willingly holding back—giving her a chance to work through the idea of being in love with two men at the same time—only made her love them more.
    A click sounded behind her a moment before the door swung open and Aiden walked into the room. He gave them a smile, moving over to them then dipping his head down to taste her mouth. She pushed against him, silently demanding more. The man made a growling noise before tipping her head against Roman’s chest as Aiden took control of the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth before finally easing back.
    He kept his face close, his blue eyes stealing her breath. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
    “Right here.”
    He nodded, a sigh feathering across her cheek. “Not exactly the most romantic situation.”
    She traced her thumb along his stubbled jaw, enjoying the scratchy feeling. “Have I told you both how touched I am that you haven’t pressured me? That you’ve made excuses at all those engagements and kept Glade off my back?”
    “You’ve got a lot on your mind. We’ll have plenty of time to keep you tied to our bed after this assignment’s over.”
    She smiled. Damn the man was adorable when he talked dirty to her. “I agree tying me up under these circumstances might not be wise, but making love…”
    The muscles in Aiden’s jaw twitched. “Baby…”
    Roman tapped her ass, gaining her attention. “You might want to hold onto those thoughts, because I’m not sure we can get out of some sort of public display today. We can’t afford to make our benefactor suspicious. And the man’s getting more impatient every day.”
    She snagged her bottom lip. “What choices do we have today?”
    Roman snorted. “Fucking impossible to tell by the titles of the events. We’ll just have to go and pray for the best.” He leaned down and nipped at her neck. “Though I’m kind of hoping it involves licking you until you scream.”
    His words made her stomach flutter with anticipation. Fuck. Just thinking about it brought back memories of the studio. The way he’d made her come so hard she’d forgotten Everett was watching them.
    Roman tsked her. “Are you thinking about the studio? You said you remembered every detail intimately. Do you remember what it felt like to have my tongue on your cleft? My fingers deep inside you?”
    “God, Roman.”
    He smiled against her skin. “Soon, darling. But if we don’t make an appearance, all this will be for nothing.” He pulled back, his breath sending another wave of desire straight to her pussy. “Let’s go. Just know this. Tonight, Aiden and I will do everything we can to seduce you into our bed…and for more than just sleeping.”
    She took a few shaky steps toward the door, using it to brace some of her weight, before glancing behind her. “All you have to do is say my name.”
    “Wench.” Roman smacked her ass again as he joined her at the door. “I know you’re aware of the drill but…stay close. If you sense anything out of the ordinary…”
    She gave him a smile, noticing the way his eyes drifted up as he inhaled.
    She leaned