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shouted their approval, the sounds
surrounding him, as they did. Filling him, as
they did.
When he reached the breaking point, it was
as if he d been thrown from a cliff, and for
one indescribable moment he hung in midair,
suspended in perfect peace and without
gravity, before the shattering wave of his
orgasm rolled through his body and he
plummeted back to Earth. He thrust into
Grace, hard, slamming his hips to hers,
jerking and pumping with his climax, and she
cried out her pleasure. Her muscles rippled
and clenched over him, sending more
sensation through his shaft and into his body.
Philip followed, sinking into his ass, planting
his thick stem and stretching him wide,
roaring his release.
Mark stayed suspended between his lovers,
their climaxes rolling through them for long,
timeless moments before Philip eased back,
pulling himself free. Mark grunted when
Philip s head popped free, just as Grace
whimpered when he withdrew from her.
Fuck. Collapsing onto his back, he held
one of Grace s and Philip s hands in each of
his, his heart pounding. His head spinning.
His lovers didn t look to be in any better
condition.
Philip broke the silence first.  Okay,
seriously, I don t know how many more
times I can live through that. I need a break.
My junk is killing me.
Mark and Grace grinned at each other.
Once they finally recovered, and it took a
good fifteen minutes, they showered. Mark
might have been convinced to make the
shower into play time, but Philip apparently
hadn t been kidding. He d been so turned on
so often, had climaxed enough times over the
weekend, that he actually hunched over and
groaned when they started soaping him up in
all the best ways.
Grace hadn t known such a thing could
happen to a man, but Mark assured her it
could. He had to admit he was feeling it too.
By the time Patrick arrived, they were dry,
dressed, and Mark, at least, was enjoying the
loose-limbed lethargy that can only be
brought on through good, hard loving.
That calm left him the moment Patrick sat
down and announced that someone had tried
to break into the building the night before.
While they d been home, asleep in bed.
While Patrick explained their new security
detail s workings, Mark couldn t sit still. He
went to the kitchen, listening to Patrick while
he cleaned up the dishes from breakfast and
took stock of what was left for food. As he
fed the last bagel and the remainder of the
cream cheese to the patrolman stationed
outside their door, a plan began to form in his
mind.
The idea that he d brought, unknowingly or
not, danger to Grace and Philip s doorstep
was untenable. His only thought was how to
make it stop. As quickly as possible.
Popping around the corner to the living
room once more, he plastered on an innocent
smile. Philip and Grace sat silently, holding
hands, while Patrick checked something on
his phone.
 If we want lunch, I need to go to the
market.
Philip immediately wondered what the hell
Mark was up to. Call him suspicious, but he
didn t like Mark s smile. In fact, he d been
watching Mark since Patrick s frightening
announcement that someone had tried to
break into his building last night. Mark was
fidgety, anxiety practically radiating from
him. And now this smile?
Years of questioning witnesses had taught
him when to go on high alert. When to poke
and prod for answers and when to walk away
before a witness said something you d rather
they kept to themselves.
Mark exhibited all the signs. He was hiding
something.
Patrick chucked his phone onto the coffee
table, making it clear that whatever he d
heard was of little use.  I have an hour or
two. Pull together a list. I ll get whatever you
need. Rising to his feet, he rubbed his hands
together, as if shopping for three virtual
strangers was what he lived for. Philip had to
admire his attempt to defuse whatever Mark
was planning.
Mark scoffed.  You re going to shop for
us?
 Yeah. Why not?
 How do you know if a melon is ripe?
For a moment, Patrick stood staring at
Mark, nonplussed.  I don t know. It sounds
hollow when you thunk your fingers on it?
Mark did a poor job of containing his
sneer.  Okay, you re officially not qualified
to shop for us.
Patrick jammed his hands on his hips and
raised his eyebrows.  Bitch.
Patrick s retort hung in the air. Mark
looked at Philip as if he expected him to be
leaping up in defense of Mark s grocery
shopping honor. It didn t take Mark long to
realize Philip was desperately trying not to
laugh.
When Mark shot him a dark look, he
shrugged.  What? It s funny. He called you a
bitch.
 Oh for heaven s sake. Boys! Grace
admonished. When everyone stood their
ground, she rolled her eyes.  Holy smokes.
I m going to go call my study group and tell
them I can t make it today. Try not to come
to blows over produce selection, gentlemen.
The moment Grace closed the door to his
office, Philip stood and locked eyes with
Mark.  What are you doing?
Mark tried to look innocent. He failed.
Miserably.  Nothing. We need food. I was
just going to go to the market on the corner.
Not far.
In a flash, Philip understood. What Mark
meant was that he was going to put himself
out on Tremont Street as bait for the fucking
mob. Before he could tell Mark where he
could stick that brilliant plan, Patrick stepped
forward.
 It s not a bad idea.
They both turned to stare at the detective. It
was hard to say who looked more surprised.
Mark regrouped first.
 Great. I ll just get going then, Mark said.
As soon as he turned to the door, Patrick
grabbed one arm and Philip the other.
 You don t honestly think I m going to let
you walk out that door alone, do you? Philip
asked, his anger mounting.
Patrick nodded.  Yeah, not for nothing,
Mark, but if you go out and get killed, I could
get fired.
 I have to do something, Mark said, his
voice quiet, his determination palpable. He
faced Patrick.  The danger to Grace and
Philip& it has to stop.
Philip almost felt sorry for Mark. He
couldn t fault Mark s fear when Philip was
forcing his own back by sheer willpower
alone. But Mark was letting it cloud his
judgment. Philip was desperately fighting to
keep a clear head so that he could protect
them all. Starting with Mark, who seemed
determined to put himself in harm s way.
When he began to consider what he would
do if something happened to Mark, he
quickly shut those thoughts down. Too big
and scary.
Patrick put his hand on Mark s shoulder.  I
understand, but you don t have to make
yourself out to be some sacrificial lamb.
We ll do this, and we ll do it smart. I ll be
there.
 So will I, Philip said firmly.
Mark shook his head. Before he could start,
Philip leaned in close.  I m going. No
arguments.
Mark didn t relent. Instead he went straight
for his most powerful argument.  What about
Grace?
Neither of them were dumb enough to
believe she d go for this plan if she had any
idea of the outcome Mark was hoping for.
Truth be told, Philip didn t think she d go for
it at all.
 No fucking way! Grace insisted, standing
toe to toe with Philip.
Mark sat back on the couch and waited for
Philip s response. Watching them argue was
both educational and entertaining, though his
neck was starting to hurt. It was like sitting
courtside at Wimbledon.
He already knew Philip had a possessive
streak a mile wide and he wasn t afraid to
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