Page 82 of An Indecent Longing

Chapter Seven

Ben was beginning to believe this was the worst mistake he’d ever made.

What had made him think that bringing her back to their place was a good idea?

And even if it was, what the fuck were they going to do with her now?

Of course, his dick wanted her back in bed. Either his or Ian’s, didn’t matter.

His head… Well, he’d started to think maybe pushing Ian into bed with Dorrie hadn’t been one of his better ideas.

Then again…he couldn’t wait to get her back in bed. Which probably wouldn’t happen tonight. This morning. Whatever.

They could all do with a few hours of sleep to clear their heads.

But, damn. He couldn’t help but think about how much better he’d sleep if he was wrapped around her.

Dorrie spent most of the drive back to their place staring out the side window, her face scrunched in a frown. After he parked in the garage, he hustled her back into the house, hearing Ian’s garage door open just as they reached the house.

“You want something to drink?”

She shook her head. “I think…I’m really tired. I think I’d just like to get some sleep.”

“No problem. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“I hate kicking you out of your bed.”

Then don’talmost slipped out of his mouth but he managed to rein it in. “It’s not a problem.”

“What’s not a problem?”

Ian strode through the door, his attention immediately zoning in on Dorrie.

“I told her I’ll take her up to my bed.”

Ian looked like he wanted to argue but his jaw clenched and he nodded. “It’s been a long day. We can all do with some downtime.”

Since Ben was watching her so closely, he thought for sure he saw disappointment flash across her face. Which made him have to force back a grin.

Apparently she didn’t want to sleep alone. Nice to know. But he wouldn’t push her. Not tonight. Especially not with the fatigue he saw in her eyes.

So he took her back upstairs, past Ian’s room, and up the second flight to his floor.

His suite was completely open except for the bathroom at the back. Everyone had their own demons. Ben’s happened to be walls, something only Ian knew and understood.

“If you need anything, you know where to find Ian, and I’ll be in the living room.”

Ben put her bags on the floor by his bed then waited for her to nod before he turned and headed for the stairs.

“Ben.”

He turned at her voice.

“Thank you.”

Before he could say anything, she leaned in and kissed him. No tongue but enough heat to sear his guts. When she pulled back seconds later, he had to rein in his response to grab her, lay her out on his bed, and crawl on top of her.

So he smiled and backed toward the door. “No problem.”

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