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  “Or maybe it was the way I can throw you across the room without even touching you.”

  Craig blinked, but still didn’t say a word. She stomped down on the ground, right next to his leg. “What’s the matter? Can’t talk?”

  In answer, he reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down and flipping her to her back and under him in seconds flat. Ava swallowed. She hadn’t expected this from him, and damned if it didn’t turn her on. The man himself turned her on, but she’d never admit it to him. Up close and personal, he was even sexier than he’d been in the pictures Vic had provided her with. Something about him drew her in, just like it did with Vic. Maybe cats didn’t freak her out as much as they did when she was a kid, because she was suddenly finding them -- at least the shapeshifter kind --very fascinating.

  “Who the hell are you?” Craig ground out.

  “Who do you think I am? I’m your freakin’ Fairy Godmother.”

  He looked shocked for all of two seconds before he burst out laughing. She pushed him off her and sat up, ready to throttle him. “Am I missing the joke here?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you with all that makeup crap all over your face. And the dress… it’s priceless, babe.”

  She narrowed her eyes. Babe? “Excuse me?”

  “Nothing. I knew you were coming, but I didn’t expect you to look like…” His voice trailed off and he started laughing again.

  “Like a clown on her way to the prom?”

  “Yeah, that.”

  “Not my choice, believe me. And now that I’m away from the Fairy makeover squad, I can get more comfortable.” She pushed up from the ground and waved her hand up and down in front of her. Soon she was back in her favorite jeans and tank top. Though she wasn’t “projecting the proper image of a Fairy Godmother,” according to Millie, her new boss, she wasn’t distracted by having to deal with miles of satin and four-inch heels.

  Craig let out a low whistle as he stood. “Yeah. Much better. You know, I always liked you this way.”

  He spoke to her like they were longtime friends -- and now that he recognized her, he didn’t seem surprised to see her. Her eyebrows rose. “Have we met before?”

  “No, but I know who you are. I’ve been expecting you.”

  Of course he had. Millie and her group of obnoxious little old women would have told him she was coming. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’m here to grant your wishes, whatever they may be. But you can’t make wishes for personal gain, or to do anyone else harm. Other than that, the rules are pretty open-ended. Let’s get this over with. What can I do for you first?”

  “All business, huh?” he asked, a sexy half-smile on his face.

  “There’s no other way to be. This is my job, after all.”

  “Okay, then. I’ll have to get back to you on the wishes. It’s been a long day. Let me give it some thought. I have a long list of things you can do for me. I just have to figure out where to start.”

  Chapter 3

  Ava lay in bed later that night, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs. The day had been pure torture. Craig wanted to talk, of all things, and he had yet to make any wishes. Instead, he’d put her up in a guest bedroom, told her he had some work-related things to take care of, and had left her alone for hours. With just a small TV to keep her company, she’d quickly grown bored. And hungry. Being a witch, of sorts, she could conjure up her own meal, but it would be more fun to snoop around Craig’s big house instead.

  She scooted off the mattress and padded to the door, her bare feet whispering against the polished hardwood floor. The door squeaked a little when she opened it, so she stopped and listened to make sure he hadn’t heard her. It took her a few seconds to realize there was another noise floating out into the hallway, and it was a lot louder than the squeak of a door hinge. It was the sound of very masculine moaning, and it was coming from the bedroom Craig had told her was his.

  A twinge of jealousy ran through her. He’d been hitting on her all evening, making little comments about how he’d wanted to find out what was under the horrible dress when he’d first seen her in it. Apparently he’d been quick enough to move on to someone else. Eyes narrowed, she marched toward the partly closed door and peeked inside.

  The room was dark, but it didn’t stop her from catching a glimpse of the action in the mirror across from the bed. What she saw shocked her so much that her knees went weak. Craig had someone with him, but it was the last person she expected. Vic sat on the edge of Craig’s bed, legs spread, with Craig’s lips wrapped around his cock.

  Vic curled one hand in Craig’s hair, urging him on. Fuck, the man had a fabulous mouth. Craig moaned softly and the vibrations did wonderful things to Vic’s cock.

  A whimper from the doorway caught Vic’s attention and he glanced up, but saw nothing. He swung his gaze toward the mirror across from the bed, and that was when he noticed her. Ava, standing against the wall across the hall from the door. Her own gaze was glued to Vic’s lap, where Craig bobbed his head up and down the length of Vic’s cock. Her face was flushed and her lips parted. Vic wondered how long she’d been standing there watching. He smiled, the idea of her seeing them like this turning him on even more than Craig had managed to do. He’d been hoping she’d walk in and find them. She hadn’t actually walked into the room, but this was the next best thing.

  He’d wanted Ava for a long time, but Craig had taken more convincing. At the time, there had been someone else involved in their relationship, another woman, and Vic had always had to worry about that stupid rule the big bosses had set. So he’d saved his fantasies for the times when Craig was away and Vic had needed to take matters into his own hands, but over the seven years Ava had worked for him, he’d found himself falling in love with the woman… and then the perfect opportunity had fallen into his lap. Her paperwork had been easy to change, and just like that, he’d had her transferred. The way he saw it, he would have had to transfer her anyway, because the fantasies lately had become too much of a distraction. Even Craig had started to complain, and if Craig was getting laid regularly, he didn’t complain about much.

  A sliver of guilt cut through the haze of his arousal, but Vic pushed it away. Yeah, what he’d done had been devious. Wrong. But if everything worked out the way he and Craig had planned, it would be worth any wrath he might incur from the petite, immortal woman watching from outside the door. That was, if she didn’t turn him into a frog when she found out the truth. Knowing Ava, that was a strong possibility.

  Craig lifted his mouth off, swirling his tongue over the tip of Vic’s cock. Vic let out a groan and tightened his grip on Craig’s hair. Talented lips, talented tongue. Vic’s sex life would have been perfect, except there was one thing missing. Cock wasn’t enough for him. He wanted pussy, too. He and Craig both did. They just had yet to find a woman who liked the idea of sharing for more than a night. They had no problems finding women for one-night stands. It was finding someone they both wanted to spend more time with that caused the problems.

  He watched Ava, silently begging her to glance up and meet his gaze in the mirror, and just like that, she did. Their gazes locked. His smile grew even as her eyes widened. Yeah, that’s right, baby. This turns you on, doesn’t it? It turned him on. So. Friggin’. Much. Ava liked it, too.

  He’d been hoping she would, but at the same time had been afraid she’d reject him. Reject both of them. The heat in her eyes told him she wouldn’t. Part of him wanted to stop Craig long enough to convince Ava to join them, but another, larger part wanted to play with her a little bit. To tease her and make her want it bad. Later tonight, when she was hot and needy, they would have a chance to convince her to join them. For one night, at first, but if she wanted more, neither of them would complain.

  Vic’s balls drew up toward his body and already he could feel the orgasm building low in his gut. He thrust his hips toward Craig, encouraging him to take Vic’s cock into his mouth again, and he did. He sucked Vic deep, to the back of hi
s throat, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. His gaze still locked with Ava’s, he let out a deep groan and came in hot spurts in Craig’s mouth.

  Chapter 4

  Ava stopped short when she saw Victor lounging in a chair in the living room. She’d gone back to the bedroom and dressed, hoping to say a quick goodbye to Craig and get the heck out of his house before she disturbed their privacy even more, but things just weren’t going her way tonight at all.

  “How about a fire?” Vic asked, not even glancing her way.

  She snapped her fingers and a fire burst to life in the stone fireplace. She was still shaky, nervous, and helplessly turned on. Did Craig know she’d watched -- or that the sight had turned her on so much she’d been compelled to touch herself? Even now, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet. A whimper caught in her throat. Would they have turned her down if she’d walked in and asked to join them?

  Probably not. Both men had expressed interest in her, and Vic knew she’d been watching. In fact, he seemed to get off on it. But the fact that he liked her watching him didn’t mean he wanted to sleep with her. For all she knew, they were both gay and not even interested in women.

  “Some wine, maybe?” Vic asked, his soft tone breaking through her thoughts.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on the two of you. I didn’t realize you were… involved.”

  He laughed at her comment, but didn’t explain further. “How about that wine, Ava? I think we could all use a glass right about now, don’t you agree?”

  She just stood there in the doorway, unable to move into the room and unable to back away. What she’d seen had turned her on, a lot more than it should have. In the past few hours, she hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind.

  “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come in here and sit down?” Vic asked when she said nothing.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Better make it quick,” Craig’s voice came from right behind her. “You’re blocking the door, sweetheart.”

  Ava jumped and spun around, her legs shaking. Since she’d seen Craig sucking Victor off, she’d been on edge. Ready to explode. The slightest touch would likely set her off.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of the way. Instead of walking past her through the door, Craig grabbed her hand and dragged her into the living room with him. He settled on the couch across from Victor, pulling Ava onto his lap.

  “I never imagined you as shy,” Craig said against her neck. She shivered, despite the warning bells going off in her mind. What was going on here? Had they wanted her to see what they’d been doing?

  “Can you let me go?” she asked him, not liking the teasing tone in his voice.

  “I can, but I don’t particularly want to right now.” He laughed, nuzzling his nose against the side of her throat and sending a shiver down her spine. “Is it that horrible, sitting with me?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “No, you didn’t, and you seemed to enjoy watching Victor and me a little while ago.”

  Her face flamed. “You knew I was watching, too?”

  “Of course. We both knew the whole time. It added to the enjoyment. At least for Vic. I’m still waiting for a little satisfaction, if you know what I mean.”

  “You have to be kidding me.” Of course she knew what he meant. She could feel his erection pressing into her hip. Her face heated even more and she tried to climb off Craig’s lap, but he wouldn’t let her go. His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back against him.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “This situation seems like it could get very bad, very fast. I should probably take off before somebody does something stupid and we all end up hating each other.”

  “What makes you think that’ll happen?” This came from Vic, and finally he looked at her. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and just as intense as it had been when she’d watched him come.

  Ava sucked in a breath. “What’s happening here?”

  Victor shrugged. “Whatever you want to happen will happen. It’s all up to you. What do you want, Ava?”

  Craig ran his tongue down the side of her neck, and she stopped struggling. A little moan escaped her lips, though she tried to hold it back. What did she want? That was a good question. What she wanted was Vic. She’d always been drawn to him, right from day one. Then there was Craig. She wanted him, too. And apparently, they were both interested in her.

  “You never did get us that wine,” Craig whispered in her ear. “It might help you relax.”

  She shook her head. “I’m perfectly relaxed. I don’t need alcohol.”

  He settled his fingers on the bare skin exposed by her cropped T-shirt, and she squirmed. Okay, maybe she wasn’t as relaxed as she’d first thought. His fingers moved up, higher and higher, pushing the hem of her shirt as they went. She grabbed his wrist to stop the upward motion. She had to be missing something here. None of this made any sense. Not that she wasn’t curious -- and a little bit interested, if she had to admit the truth -- but what if she was reading the situation wrong? The evening would go from uncomfortable to downright mortifying in seconds flat.

  “Let me get this straight. You expect me to have sex with you. With both of you.”

  Vic chuckled. “That would be the most preferable ending to the evening.”

  Yes it would, but she had a few questions for them first. She wasn’t about to get in the middle of some power game the two of them were playing. “Why?”

  Craig pulled his hand out of her grasp and brushed his fingertips over her nipples. They instantly hardened against the lace cups of her bra. “Because we want you.”

  Maybe so, but she had a feeling there was something they weren’t telling her. Something didn’t quite make sense. Her pussy dampened at the thought of spending the night with two gorgeous guys, but at the same time, she still had a few misgivings. “I thought I was here to do a job.”

  “You are. You’re my Fairy Godmother. You’re supposed to grant me whatever wishes I want, and what I want is you. In the living room, in the bedroom. Hell, in the kitchen, even. I don’t care. You asked me what I wished for earlier, when you first got here.”

  “Yeah, I understand that. What I’m having trouble with is figuring out where Vic comes in.” Or rather, where she came in here. In all her years of dating and sex, she’d never run into a situation like this, and while it excited her, it also made a lump of anxiety rise in her throat.

  In answer, Vic stood and walked over to the couch, settling beside Ava and Craig. He grasped a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. The intimate action, both foreign and oddly familiar at the same time, made her stomach flutter. “I’ve always wanted you, Ava. When you worked in my department, I couldn’t do anything about it. Now I can. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. The opportunity arose, and I took it.”

  Cold understanding washed over her and she pushed out of Craig’s arms, stalking across the room before he could get to her. She really should conjure some ropes to tie him up so he couldn’t touch her again, but being around these two frazzled her. She couldn’t think straight. With her luck, she’d end up conjuring a noose and hanging one of them from it -- though given what they’d done to her, that might not be such a bad idea.

  When she thought she could compose herself enough not to yell, she spun to face them, her hands on her hips. “You set me up.”

  Craig laughed, and Victor’s expression turned innocent. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “You screwed up my paperwork and got me transferred to the Fairy Godmother division.”

  “Guilty as charged,” Victor said, amusement dancing behind the lust in his dark eyes. “Though I really didn’t think you’d end up where you did. I figured you as a shoo-in for violent crimes. Sorry about that.”

  Oh, she was so going to kill him
. “Why the hell would you do this to me?”

  His expression turned contrite for all of two seconds before he shrugged. “I already told you. When I see something I want, I go after it. Organization regulations prevented me from taking action before, but now that you’re working in a different department, all bets are off.”

  If that wasn’t the most deceitful, underhanded thing she’d ever heard. Ava let out a small growl of frustration. Men. What made them think it was okay to pull a stunt like that one?

  And why did she suddenly want Vic more than ever?

  Because there was something wrong with her. There had to be. No sane woman would still want a man after what he’d done. Then again, no one had ever accused her of sanity, and she’d wanted Vic for a really long time.

  “Do I look like a Fairy Godmother to you?” she asked, injecting her voice with as much bitterness as she could muster.

  “No,” Victor said, getting up from the couch and walking across the room. He stopped a few feet away, hands spread in front of him in a gesture of surrender. “But you’re not a witch, either, and you’ve been working in the black arts division -- technically as a witch -- for years.”

  “That’s different,” she mumbled. “There’s no classification for what I am. Calling me a witch is a lot easier for The Organization than saying I’m an unspecified immortal capable of magic.”

  “Then you could as easily be a Fairy Godmother as you can a witch, my dear.”

  “I’m not a Fairy. And I’m really not sure about what you guys think you’re doing here tonight.” She walked over to the chair Victor had vacated a little while ago and sat down, rubbing her finger and thumb over the bridge of her nose. “Okay, I understand that you want me. Where does Craig fit into all this?”

  The question sounded so much like her earlier one to Victor that even she groaned. Maybe she was making it more difficult than it was. There had to be a reasonable explanation.