…The late-afternoon sun cast Mara’s shadow, long and straight, ahead of her in the sand. She crossed her arms and lay down her head, letting the breeze from the water lull her. Her breathing slowed and she fell instantly into the shallow sleep of boredom where her fantasies took shape.

When she lifted her head again, two shadows framed her own on the pale dunes. Startled, she pushed herself up and turned around, clutching her gauzy beach cover-up over her breasts.

Good Lord, this was already an excellent dream. Her vivid imagination had conjured two incredible male specimens.

The one on the left had hair the color of sun-bleached wheat and eyes like polished beryl. He was a mountain of ripped muscle—massive arms, broad chest, narrow hips. Naked and wet, he strolled toward her, a magnificent erection growing between his powerful legs with each determined stride.

The one on the right was her dark fantasy lover from yesterday. Bold blue eyes locked hers in a gaze she couldn’t break. He matched the blond man step for step, muscle for muscle. His cock was longer, jutted higher, where the other’s was thicker and tautly ridged like some exotic dildo.

Mara licked her lips. Which one would she have first? Maybe both at once?

Eenie meenie meinie—oh!