Page 60 of An Indecent Longing

“Do you want Ben to join us?”

Her eyes widened and her body stilled beneath his hands. “Do you want him here?”

“That wasn’t the question.”

“I’d still like an answer.”

Slowly, he squeezed her breast, careful not to hurt her, and dropped his gaze to watch. “Why should I be the only one to enjoy you? Especially since he’s the one who deserves you?”

“I don’t know—”

“He’s the one who stayed with you last night, who made sure you were okay.”

“Who put me in your bed.”

His gaze shot back up to hers, the dry tone of her voice a warning.

“Nothing happened.”

She nodded. “Did you stay all night?”

He considered his answer for several long seconds, his hands still wrapped around her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Her breathing started to quicken and his gaze dropped again to her breasts. So fucking pretty and she wasn’t even naked.

“Most of it, yeah.”

Her face crumpled with confusion. “Why?”

“Do you really want to hear that answer now? Or do you want me to call Ben back in here and show you?”

She blinked. “Both of you?”

“If that’s what you want. Do you think you could handle both of us?”

Maybe the question he should’ve asked was, could he handle it if she looked at Ben the same way she looked at him?

Surprisingly, he knew the answer to that would be yes. Another man? The answer would’ve been vastly different.

She sucked in another breath, her chest rising and falling and threatening to push her breasts out of those lace cups. “If I say yes now…”

“Can you say no later? Absolutely. You want me to leave, I’ll walk the second you say the word.”

“And I’ll do the same.”

Ian wasn’t surprised to hear Ben’s voice coming from behind him. If it’d been him waiting in the wings, he damn well would’ve been watching, too.

Dorrie didn’t seem all that surprised either. She shifted beneath him, as if she wanted to get up, but Ian refused to move. The look she gave him when she realized he wasn’t going to let her up was equal parts exasperation and frustration.

But now that he had her under him, he wasn’t giving up the ground he’d gained.

Ben could wait his turn.

“Do we have a deal?” Ian asked.

She hesitated for ten very long seconds but her voice, when she finally spoke, was clear. “Yes.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Ian saw Ben move closer then slide into the chair across from the couch.

Dorrie turned to watch him, eyes even wider than before.

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