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Unedited excerpt from Maggie's Menage by Lacey Thorn
Alex looked at Patrick and read his mind as if it was his own. It would take a dead man not to notice the woman standing behind Dom Houston and they were both very much alive. She was a cool drink of water in a calf length skirt that hugged her body from her lush hips down. Her shirt was a soft shade of pink that buttoned all the way up to her throat but was fitted to showcase the tantalising mounds of her breasts. Her hair was a multitude of different shades of blonde, at least from the bit that was showing where she had it piled on top of her head. The face was classic, one that would only grow better with age. Her eyes a delicate shade of hazel, more green than blue at the moment. By the expression on Patrick’s face, they were both thinking the same thing. Getting her naked and fucking her. One at a time, together. It wouldn’t matter as long as she was naked and willing. Damn, Alex wondered who she was. Mr. Houston followed their gazes and seemed startled that the woman was in the room. “Margaret. You’ll excuse us now,” was all he said before turning back to them and dismissing the woman, Margaret once again. He missed the emotion that flashed through her eyes but Alex and Patrick saw it. She quickly contained it and giving a nod left the room pulling the door shut behind her. And releasing the two of them to get down to the business they had come here for.
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