New menage! HER THREE-WAY MERGER from EC

Sept. 18 my yummy menage debuts from EC, HER THREE-WAY MERGER!
Sexy exec Sienna Galvan never mixes business with pleasure until she calls a meeting with the two hunky football stars who used to be her next door neighbors and her teenage fantasies. But Cord and Tate Ryder take one look at how sweet little Sienna has grown in to an irresistibly luscious lady and they make her an offer she can’t refuse--three-way negotiations on their sofa, their yacht--and their bed. Thrilling to their risqué explorations of her body, she revels in having them both at her command, together and separately. But when they drive a harder bargain than she imagined, she must find a way to do what’s right for her business and what’s best for her heart.
Here is a nibble for you: (copyright 2009, Cerise DeLand)
Tate sauntered forward with three large green-tinted glasses, trimmed in salt and limes. He handed her one, another to Cord. “Our best white tequila, baby. Straight from Mexico, by boat. Ours. We’ll take you out later.”
“Oh, I don’t think I should.”
“Don’t think.” Cord gave her a little hug and her nipples pebbled, yearning to be played with. “Let’s enjoy the reunion.”
Can we do that in a bed? Sienna gulped at her raw desire while her traitorous pussy pulsed. “Sure.”
“To the three of us.” Tate led them all to raise their drinks in a toast. His gaze drifted down from her mouth to her pointed breasts and her bare legs, then checked Cord’s eyes and nodded to him. Finally, he winked at Sienna. “Long overdue to have you here, baby.”
She shifted at the very idea that she could have them. Have them both. Now. Here. After all these years of wanting and needing their bodies inside hers. Envying other girls who had. No!
She trembled and sat straighter. She was not going to be had here. She was going to buy their land, cut their check, get their signatures on the deed and get back on the road to Houston. And sanity.
“Thanks,” she managed, lifted her glass and took a long, welcome drink. She let the cool liquor slide down her throat and closed her eyes. She had to cool off here before she melted from desire. She took another sip, licked the salt from the rim and let her tongue whisk it from her lower lip. But when she looked up, both men watched her every move.
Tate crouched down in front of her, putting his drink to one side and wrapping his cool fingers around her ankles. Then she noted how a huge bulge peaked his trousers.
She wriggled beside Cord, who placed his drink on the side table.
“How was the drive down from Houston?” Cord asked, two of his fingers now making patterns on her shoulder.
She clenched her thighs together to please her demanding pussy. Damn, what did she have to do here for relief? Excuse herself and go tickle her clit in the bathroom?
“Hey, honey?” Cord flowed closer, his fingers trailing down her shoulder toward one of her breasts. “The drive here?” His kiss-me blue eyes smiled down into hers. “From Houston?”
“Right. The ride.” She blinked. “I loved it. It’s about time they finished that piece of highway. I needed some time to think about this reunion.” She let her eyes dance from Tate’s into Cord’s.
His sashayed down her throat to her breasts where her nipples were now standing tall, hard as rocks, dying to come out for a romp. “Why’s that, honey? Surely you know how you have changed from the chubby whiz kid who tutored us in math.”
“Calculus and algebra,” she corrected him in a rush to douse the raging need for him between her swelling labia.
“Whatever.” Cord grinned so broadly that his dimple appeared and he flowed closer. Now with his chest flush to her side, she felt her skin prickle with a sheen of desire. “We never forgot you.”
“Wow.” She whispered as his endearment made her press her knees together in another pitiful attempt at self-denial. But her nipples were so needy now they abraded her lacy bra. She squirmed in her seat, as more thick cream soaked her thong. “Wonderful to know.”
Cord’s lambent gaze darkened to a stormy blue. “Did you ever forget us?”
“No, how could I?” How could I stop dreaming of having you both? Even one was too much to hope for! But she smiled broadly, instructing herself to be coy, cool, play their game. Play them off. Get what she wanted."