Page 139 of An Indecent Longing

She’d never given too much thought to her body. Her boobs were kind of smallish and her hips were wider but she was muscled and toned, thank you, yoga and soccer. And she’d come to appreciate the fact that her muscular thighs allowed her to run fast for soccer and her smaller boobs meant they didn’t bounce when she ran.

The heat in Ian’s eyes matched Ben’s, whose sexy grin made her heart race.

It thrilled her to know they liked what they saw.

“Damn, sweetheart. I definitely think you should walk around naked all the time.”

Ben’s husky statement made her blink. No one had ever said anything like that to her. Usually men just shook their head at her and threw in the towel because they didn’t know what to do with her.

Then she smiled and Ben shook his head and laughed.

“I don’t know, Ian. I’m thinking she’s not going to be so compliant this time around.”

“Then maybe she needs to tell us what she wants. Because we wouldn’t want to do anything to scare her.”

He’d used the word “scare” deliberately. She saw the dare in Ian’s eyes. But she also saw the way his chest rose and fell twice as fast as it normally did.

“The floor is yours, Dorrie,” Ben said. “What do you want? We’re your willing slaves.”

She cocked an eyebrow at Ben, who grinned back at her.

Shaking her head, she put her hands on her hips. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Whether you believe it or not doesn’t matter.” Ian lifted his arms to cross over his chest. Just the sound of his voice made her shiver. “We’ll prove it to you. Go ahead, ask me for anything.”

Really? Anything? Her mind swirled with possibilities but they all got stuck on the tip of her tongue.

In her head they sounded fine, but she wasn’t known for her eloquent language skills. Pretty much the opposite. She didn’t want to sound stupid.

“Dorrie.” Ben’s voice dropped to a low tease. “Go ahead. Ask.”

She drew in a deep breath. “Ian’s right. Let’s take this upstairs first.”

Turning, she stepped out of her shorts and headed for the stairs. She didn’t stop to see if they followed. She could hear their footsteps behind her.

When she made the turn onto the stairs, she saw Ben close behind her. But Ian… Ian lingered at the bottom of the steps, loosening his tie.

She wanted him to use that tie on her wrists.

Her breath caught and she sucked in a short gasp.

“What just went through your head?”

Ben’s question had her grabbing for the banister.

She shook her head and would’ve started up the stairs if Ian hadn’t spoken.

“I’m not positive but I think it might have something to do with my tie.”

How the hell had he read her so clearly?

Her expression must have shown her surprise because Ian started to smile. And just because he didn’t flat-out grin like Ben didn’t mean she didn’t feel a slick rush of heat between her thighs. Ian’s smile was slower to show but just as devastating.

“Is he right?” Ben looked up at her with raised eyebrows. “Do you want Ian to use that tie? Maybe on your hands?”

She didn’t know what to say. But she knew what Risa would say.

Tilting her head back, she stared down at them. “I guess if we ever get upstairs, you can find out.” She climbed a few more stairs then stopped again and looked back. “Make sure you bring the tie.”

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