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“Wow, I had no idea,” I say, stunned. “Sheridan isn’t exactly known for its manufacturing capabilities. Who would have guessed?”

Ryder grins. “Well, everything changes with time. Our hometown isn’t just about cowboys and honky-tonks. There’s a lot of good stuff here.”

I nod, giggling.

“Like women’s lingerie.”

“Exactly,” Rick says with a grin. “But seeing that you’re an aspiring designer, Chrissy, would you like to see the pieces we brought? It would be nice to have a woman’s opinion.”

I nearly choke on my drink. “My opinion? Really?” A quick glance between the two men tells me that the brothers are serious. “I’d be flattered,” I manage to gush out. “But I’m not an expert on athleisure, I have to tell you. My specialty is lingerie.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“But there are similarities, right?” Rick smiles, and my heart pounds excitedly in response.

“Yes, definitely,” I nod. “Both tend to be form-fitting, and customers can be demanding. These days, women want the highest-quality goods, in both their lingerie and their apparel.”

“Exactly,” Ryder nods. “So how about it? Come take a look at our samples so we can get a woman’s opinion before showing up at the factory. You’d be doing us a favor.”

Part of me longs to know if the invitation is purely business or if there may be some underlying proposition beneath their words. But does it really matter? After all, I’m currently hobnobbing with two CEOs who know their stuff. I’d be a fool not to gain some business experience.

“Sure, I’d be thrilled to see the new line,” I smile.

Before I can get out my wallet, Rick’s put the bill on his tab and both men are standing, their huge forms towering over me.

“Shall we?” Ryder asks, gallantly offering me a hand.

I take a deep breath and place my palm in his. It’s swallowed up by his huge one, and a shiver runs down my spine, but that’s to be expected because the twins have always had this effect on me. My knees go weak and my soft parts moisten, even though it was nothing more than a fleeting touch. Get a hold of yourself, I scold myself. Don’t lose your mind just from this!

But as we make our way to the elevator, I steal another glance at the twins and my resolution falters. After all, Ryder and Rick are the stuff of dreams. Their black hair seems to absorb light, and the strong line of their jaws is only emphasized by the shadows. As we stand in the marble lobby waiting for the lift, I feel myself losing it all over again. What would it be like to be with Rick and Ryder for real? It’s a bit sad that I’m still fantasizing after ten years, but then, the Walsh brothers have always had complete control over me.

Rick

As Ryder and I stroll into the sumptuous hotel suite with our unexpected guest, I can’t help but cast a sidelong glance at Chrissy.

The woman is stunningly attractive, after all. Her fitted, deep blue cocktail dress hugs her curves in all the right places. Her mischievous eyes sparkle every time she speaks, and her voice is intoxicating. It’s low, melodious, and utterly feminine.

The curvy girl gasps as we enter the decadent space. I don’t blame her because this isn’t just any hotel suite; this is the Presidential Suite at the Marlton Hotel. It’s got triple height ceilings, marble floors, as well as a fancy living room and chef’s kitchen off to the side.

“Do you cook?” she asks, looking at the big silver refrigerator appreciatively.

I laugh.

“No, although Ryder here sometimes likes to bake brownies.”

“Brownies?” she squeals with mirth. “I never would have guessed.”

My brother grins too.

“Be nice to me and maybe I’ll make a batch for you while I’m here.”

Chrissy merely laughs again while taking in the sumptuous leather furniture. She runs one hand down the arm of a beige couch and stares wide eyed at a crystal chandelier overhead. Then she says, “Mind if I use the ladies?”

I gesture to an ornate door on one side.

“Sure honey. I think that’s the powder room.”

She sashays in, and when she comes out, there’s a naughty grin on her face.

“Can I just move into that bathroom, please? I’m pretty sure it’s bigger than my apartment.”

The three of us laugh easily at this statement, and I marvel at the relaxed air in the suite. I’ve always been good with women, but something about Chrissy is utterly alluring and magnetic. She doesn’t put on airs, although clearly, the curvy girl is quick-witted and ambitious. I wish I’d known her during high school because our lives would have been a lot more fun if we’d been acquainted.

But there’s no point in dwelling on what can’t be changed.

“Here, let me get you the samples,” I say. Then, I stroll into the master bedroom and rummage around in my suitcase for a bit. Ah ha, here they are. Returning to the living room, I drape the leggings, a few sports bras, and some fitted tank tops over the back of a large couch. Chrissy immediately comes over and begins oohing and ahing.

“The colors are fantastic,” she breathes as she picks up a bra in soft lilac. “Very Zen, which is good for yoga.”

Ryder nods. “That’s what we were thinking, although we have a few pieces that are a little more funky, for those who like to live on the wild side. You know, animal prints and tie-dye, which is really popular right now.”

But then, I pick up a sports bra at the end of the couch.

“Also, we try to stay on top of all the new technologies,” I say, my voice calm. “For example, this bra is made from a special mesh fabric it wicks away sweat, keeping the wearer cool, while also being sexy and feminine.”

Chrissy takes the purple sports bra between her hands, studying the piece. It’s a stretchy bit of nothing because it’s made of mesh, rendering it almost sheer in many places. Also, this particular bra is especially tiny because sample sizes tend to run small.

“If we weren’t men, we’d try it on ourselves,” Ryder jokes easily. “You know, user feedback and all that. But maybe you’d like to try on this prototype? To let us know what you think?”

Chrissy looks up at my twin brother, surprised by the suggestion, but immediately she smiles.

“Are you kidding? I love Ayema clothes,” she murmurs. “I’d be happy to try it on and give you my opinion because it looks amazing. But the thing is, I think it might be a little small for me,” she adds quickly. “I’m not exactly an extra-small. Not even close.”

I merely keep my tone light. “The fabric’s stretch, and I think it’ll be fine. Just give it a go, and if you can’t get it on, that’s totally fine.”

“You’ll look great in it,” my brother adds. “And we’d be so appreciative. We really need to get some female feedback, especially before we meet with the manufacturer. Otherwise, what are we going to tell them?”

The beautiful girl bites her lip, but then she looks up at us and smiles.

“Okay sure. Just give me a sec.”

And with that, she disappears into the powder room with the lilac bra. In a few minutes, the door opens again.

“Ready?” I growl, sitting forward on the couch. My blood’s thumping because I can’t wait to see the curvy woman clad in nothing but tight athletic clothes.

Chrissy peeks out from behind the door and giggles.

“Okay, but I’m warning you: it’s a little, um, fitted,” she says. “I’m not sure I’m the best model for this particular piece.”

“We’ll be the judges of that,” Ryder grins. “Come on out, sweetheart.”

With another tempting giggle, Chrissy emerges from behind the door, and immediately, my body hardens. The full-figured woman is wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties and the lilac sports bra. The dainty mesh can hardly contain her full breasts, and creamy flesh spills from the top and sides of the fabric. My cock surges with blood, as I begin to circle her like a predator stalking its prey.

“Hmm, very flattering,” I growl. “See how it sits nicely against your shoulder? And here,” I let my hand trail to the band at her back. “It’s snug, but not too tight. There’s give, but not too much.” I tug at the elastic, and Chrissy’s breathing begins to pick up slightly from my proximity. “And the best part,” I say as I devour her cleavage with my eyes, “is that you look sexy as hell. This is going to sell like hotcakes.”

“I look sexy?” Chrissy echoes softly, her lips slightly parted.

“You do.” And with that, I cave. I push my hard, demanding mouth against her soft pink one, equal parts hungry yet giving with the kiss. Chrissy’s startled at first but then she melts into me, those lush breasts crushed against the hard wall of my chest.

“Mmm,” she murmurs breathlessly. “Oh yes.”

I pull away for a moment, my blue eyes bright.

“We want you, Chrissy,” I rasp. “Both of us. Not just one. Is that okay with you?”

Wide, brown eyes stare at me, surprised and awed, but then she melts against me once more.

“Yes, I understand. And … well, I want it too,” she admits in a soft whisper. At that, Ryder comes up beside us and pulls Chrissy to him, crushing her ripe body against his as he plants his own needy kiss on her mouth. The aroused woman moans softly, her body wriggling against Ryder’s to get closer.

Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms. Chrissy squeaks with delight at being picked up and pounds playfully at his shoulders, but she’s no match for his huge form. Instead, my brother carries her to the next room and tosses her like a rag doll onto the king-sized bed, those lush curves flying everywhere.

“I want to taste you,” Ryder hisses as he slides the delicate panties down her body. Chrissy merely stares at my brother, unmoving. But then she melts and spreads her legs, revealing the pink slit between her thighs.