Unwrapped (Unwrapped and Unraveled 1)

"Oh. No. We left right after you did."

Mitch shook his head. "Amy. I refuse to let you leave this island until you unwind a little."

She smiled. "I am unwound, Mitch. Honest."

"Uh-huh. We'll see about that. Justin and I might have to do this together."

Amy's eyes widened. "Do what together?"

"Relax you, of course."

"Shall we get started?" she asked, though there was a definite waver in her voice.

"Sure." Mitch sat at the head of the table and Amy and Justin took him step by step through the paperwork. A tedious, but necessary process of going through each page.

"Is it warm in here?" Amy asked, unbuttoning her jacket.

"Yeah," Mitch said, pushing back from his chair and moving toward Amy. "There's a glitch in the air conditioning system. I've got people coming over today to fix it. You should lose your jacket."

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Justin didn't bother hiding his smile. This should be good.

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Amy supposed that fighting Mitch for her jacket wouldn't be a good idea. She would look ridiculous. She allowed him to slip it off her shoulders and drape it over the back of her chair. Damn it, why hadn't she worn a thicker bra today, or a less revealing blouse?

Or fewer clothes? And why was Justin smiling at her like that?

And where the hell was her normal concentration?

And why was it so goddamn hot in here? And what the hell was wrong with her nipples? It wasn't cold, so why were they standing up like beacons?

Jesus. Her brain was mush. She had to get control. Her mind had been wandering all through the signing. She hadn't been able to focus at all, except on the two men flanking her. And her thoughts had not been centered on business. It was a damn good thing she could walk through an acquisition in her sleep, that she knew the paperwork backwards and forwards. Otherwise, she'd be so screwed right now. So far she'd been able to cover adequately. But when Mitch had pulled her jacket off, his fingers brushing her bare shoulders, and Justin gave her that knowing smile as if he knew exactly where her thoughts had been...

Surely she was imagining it all.

Forcing her mind back into work, they continued walking Mitch through the paperwork, though it was Justin who carried the meeting. Despite her intent, Amy couldn't concentrate. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. She was concentrating. On Justin's mouth. And Mitch's strong, large hands. The easy camaraderie the two men shared.

Would the two of them mind sharing anything else? Like maybe her?

Dear God, Amy, get a grip.

And it was still hot in here!

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It didn't help that Justin kept sliding glances her way, his gaze heated. And then Mitch would look at her, gracing her with a knockout smile that made her toes curl. And they both noticed her breasts straining against her blouse, the way her nipples stood at attention. She might as well strip naked and lay spread-eagled on the conference table so they could take turns fucking her.

Thoughts like that were not helping.

"Are you all right?" Mitch asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You groaned, Amy," Justin said.

Oh, shit. "I did?"

"Yes." Mitch stood. "I know it's warm in here. Let's take a swim."

Amy's eyes widened. "A swim? Mitch, we're not finished here."

"So? We'll finish later. The heat in here is brutal. We need to cool down. It's almost lunchtime anyway. We'll meet at the beach in fifteen minutes, swim for a bit, then we'll have lunch and wrap the paperwork up this afternoon. Or tomorrow, if we're having fun outside."

"But Mitch..."

Apparently Mitch wasn't taking no for an answer, because he stood and walked out of the conference room. Amy slipped her hair behind her ears and looked to Justin for help. He only shrugged and said, "I guess we're going for a dip in the ocean."

Great. Just great.

Thirty minutes later, Amy stood on the patio of Mitch's private beach with Justin.

Justin wore his swim trunks and a tank top. She'd put on her bikini. And her cover up and her sunglasses and her sandals, determined to watch Justin and Mitch do whatever they wanted to in the water while she sat inside the cabana where she would sip tea and do some work.

Mitch approached, wearing his board shorts. Shirtless, he looked tanned, gorgeous and way too incredibly well muscled for a man in his forties. Amy swallowed as he stopped in front of her and frowned.

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"Tell me that's not your laptop," Mitch said, motioning to the thick bag in her hand.

"Okay, it's not my laptop."

Mitch signaled for one of the attendants, who rushed over. "Take Ms. Parker's bag to my office and lock it up in the safe."

"Yes, Mr. Magruder." The attendant waited. Mitch arched a brow. Amy sighed and handed over her bag to the attendant, who rushed down the sidewalk toward the hotel.

"I said we're going to play in the water. That means all of us."

"Really, Mitch, I--"

"You going to take all that off or are we going to toss you in the ocean with your cover up and sandals on?"

Justin pulled off his shirt, showing off a broad expanse of shoulders, biceps and a well defined chest and abdomen. Amy couldn't breathe surrounded by all this...testosterone.

Maybe the water would cool her off. And maybe they'd forget about her once she went in to take a swim. She kicked off her sandals and took off her sunglasses, then drew the cover up over her head. "Fine. I'm ready for a swim."

Mitch and Justin both stared at her. She supposed turnabout was fair. She'd ogled their bodies, too.

"Amy, you are gorgeous," Mitch said. "Why you hide a body like that under business suits is beyond my ability to understand."

Okay, now she was blushing. "Thanks." Honestly, she wasn't used to being looked at. She did hide her body. She was curvy. She had big boobs. She wanted to be appreciated for her mind, not breasts and hips and long legs.

"I'm going for a swim," she said, brushing past them and head

ing toward the water.

Where if she was lucky, they wouldn't follow.

But they did. She felt them behind her. Watching her. Looking at her ass, no doubt.

For some strange reason, she no longer minded that they were looking.

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The sand was hot. She hurried to the water's edge, relieved when the waves lapped at her feet and ankles. It was cold. She needed the cool water to knock some sense into her.

As soon as she was in waist high, she dove in, letting the waves crash over her.

It was heaven. She swam out a few yards, loving the feel of the waves undulating under her. It was incredibly freeing, and oh so relaxing. She finally stopped, treading water and feeling for footing, landing on a sandbar. She stood in the water up to her breasts. Mitch swam up next to her and grinned as he stood up, shaking his head.

"Now that was refreshing," he said with a wide grin.

"Yes it was. I needed that."

She screamed when arms encircled her waist and swept her off her feet. Flailing about, she turned, realizing she was being held in Justin's arms.

"You scared the hell out of me," she said, splashing water in his face.

He shook his head and laughed. "Thought I was a shark, didn't you?"

"Maybe." All too aware of how good it felt to be nestled against his chest, she said,

"You can put me down now."

One raven brow arched. "Oh, I don't think so." Instead, he bent a bit, then lifted her, clear out of the water, and she went sailing in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Instead of landing somewhere in the water, she was caught by another set of strong arms.

This time, it was Mitch.

She glared at both of them. "You guys are not funny."

"We think we are," Mitch said, cradling her close, turning her toward him so her breasts were mashed against his chest. "You're safe with us, Amy. Don't worry."

She wasn't worried at all. Justin swam up and linked hands with Mitch underneath her, dropping her into the middle between them. She lay in their arms in the water, cradled against their chests while the two of them carried on a conversation about sports, seemingly ignoring her. It was a man hammock. She was comfortable, safe, and absolutely petrified. She was a sandwich in the middle of two amazingly desirable men.

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Finally, she relaxed, letting her head rest against Justin's chest as they rocked her back and forth, the sound of their voices a constant comfort. She closed her eyes and let the sun bake her, the waves lapping over her skin.