Jake Anderson stared at his best friend and buddy, Chase Sanders, sure he’d grown a second head and someone had shoved it up his ass or something. But no, his dark and dangerous-looking friend sat behind his huge desk, playing with a paper clip, looking quite normal in the usual suit and tie combo the boss was supposed to wear. What married man told his best friend his wife wanted a threesome? They’d played together, once, and Jake figured as soon as Chase married his blonde bombshell wife she’d be locked up tighter than Fort Knox. But there Chase sat, looking comfy and relaxed in the new leather office chair, offering Jake a threesome. “Come again?” Jake wanted—no, needed—to hear the words again, just in case his daydreaming had put them there, in his best friend’s mouth. Kate was Jake’s partner and work wife, and there were times in their job as secret agents for an elite office gaining intelligence for the U.S. that they played married. Kate was everything a woman should be—more brains than a woman had a right to, the deadly combat and bomb-making skills to make evil men weep, all rolled into one tight, curvy body.
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