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They’d rolled over or made sure she knew it was time to go. Okay, she admitted her experience was rather limited in the whole sexual partners sector.
    What was she supposed to do?
    While planning this adventure she’d never contemplated the walk of shame afterward. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected to actually succeed.
    She took a deep breath and kept her gaze averted. Her hands rested in her lap, even though she longed to touch Stryker. Or Lance. Hell, she wanted to lick both of them like lollipops.
    The thought cascaded warmth through her core. Stryker had won their contest. He’d won…
    Oh dear freaking saints. The prize was supposedly her ass. Anal sex had been one of the things she’d marked on that questionnaire from hell. She’d always been curious, but too much of a chickenshit to try it. Not that she’d had anyone she trusted around long enough to help her with it.
    She reflexively moved from his embrace. He drew her back. “Easy, Viviana.”
    He’d used her name. That meant they were through. Right? What about his reward? Questions pinged in her mind. She licked her lips and tentatively cast her gaze upward. Amusement flickered across Lance’s face. She noted the same expression on Stryker’s face. Drawing the blanket around her, she took a deep breath and prayed her voice was stronger than the rest of her. “Thank you for playing with me, Sirs.”
    “You are very welcome.” Stryker pulled errant hairs away from her face and cupped her chin until her eyes met his. “You are a complex little mystery, Viviana.”
    “We like mysteries.” Lance crouched before her, a hulking mass of sinewy temptation. He stroked her knee. “I’m afraid we have a few issues, Viviana.”
    Issues were never good. Viviana didn’t handle issues real well when they pertained to men. Hell, she barely handled men. That was half her problem. She remained silent, even though the voices in her head screamed, Run. Run. Run.
    “Did this scene sate your needs, little one?” Stryker’s question created a new state of anxiety within her. How the hell was she supposed to answer that?
    Yes. No. Yes. Fuck if she knew. She sighed pensively.
    Lance chuckled. Stryker moved the blanket aside until her body was on display for them. Tucked within his arms, all she could do was sit there and let them study her, a bug under their microscope. Unease clenched her limbs. She wanted to cower away. Run from the possible scathing comments and criticisms her mind was already preparing for.
    “Your pulse races beneath my fingers. You are not comfortable being seen like this.”
    It wasn’t a question. She remained silent. These two were way too aware of shit. How she thought she could play with either of them—much less both—was beyond her.
    “I didn’t expect it to end like this.” She fiddled with a frayed end on the blanket, wrapping the baby-blue string around her pinky.
    “What did you expect?”
    She shrugged.
    “That’s not a response, little one.” Stryker grazed her forehead with a soft kiss. “Answer Lance’s question.”
    “I figured you’d let me go and leave. Then I could go home.”
    “Is that all?” Lance asked.
    Viviana swallowed. “You might’ve had a few things to say about how I did.”
    “And that makes you nervous.”
    What the hell? She felt as if she’d ordered a BDSM session, extra Dom, with a side of psych eval to go. There were too many carbs in psychoanalyzing her behavior though. She had enough pudginess to contend with as it was.
    “There is no shame in what happened here, little one.”
    “And there is never any shame in letting a Master see your passion.” Lance pried her legs apart and ran his finger across her slit. “I can’t wait to feel your pussy gripping my cock. I’m a bit pissed that Stryker here won our contest.”
    “No fear, man. Jane will take both our cocks into her gorgeous ass.”
    “I will?”
    “Your body is ours. You will obey to pleasure us, and anyone else we