Page 137 of An Indecent Longing

“How have you been, Dorrie?” Ben’s question seemed almost hesitant and she had to wonder why. He’d always been the one who seemed so sure of himself and of her.

She shrugged and took a page from her sister’s playbook. She went on the offensive. “I’ve missed you both.”

Ben’s smile widened. “And we missed you.”

She turned to Ian. “Is that true?”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

“What changed?”

“Me.” Ian stared at her intently. “I want to be with you, Dorrie. Not your father. You. And I will do whatever you need me to do to prove it.”

It was exactly what she wanted to hear and her heart tripped into a faster pace.

Then she looked at Ben. And her smile dimmed.

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“Is something wrong?”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and now looking so serious, worry began to eat away at her excitement.

“I have to ask you something, Dorrie. And I want a truthful answer.”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“Do you want me here?”

Her mouth dropped open. Was he seriously worried about her intentions toward him?

“Do you think I don’t want you?”

“I don’t doubt that you do at this time. But in a few months, when the logistics of having to deal with two men—”

“Stop,” she said. “Right there. What happens to me if you get tired of sharing? If you decide to walk away from me?”

Ian laughed, not attempting to hide it at all.

She and Ben both turned to glare at him.

“Why are you laughing?” she asked.

“Because I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this.” Ian shook his head. “Christ, Ben, just kiss her already.”

She turned, her lips parted to speak, but Ben wrapped his hand around her neck and put his mouth over hers, cutting her off.

He kissed her hard, smashing their lips together and sucking the air from her lungs.

Surprise made her freeze, hands in fists on her knees as he tilted her head to get a better angle on her mouth. A second later, he slid his tongue into her mouth and the frustrated desire she’d bottled inside for the past week bubbled up.

Wicked hot heat burned through her body before pooling between her legs. She reached for him just as Ben pulled her forward, settling her on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him even closer, wanting to rub her entire body against his.

When he groaned deep in his throat and pulled her in even tighter, relief and unfulfilled lust battered her from all sides.

Her hands slid beneath his suit jacket to his back, pushing it off his shoulders. She stayed clear of the gun beneath his arm but she wanted so badly to touch his skin, needed to feel him.

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