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“If you take off my clothes, then I get to return the favor.”

She smiled. “I was hoping you both would help me out of my clothes. Like I mentioned, I am rather tired.”

Preston whistled and then grinned. “Have at me, but don’t take too much time, unless you want my cock to go off sooner than planned.”

Why did men always have to brag about their hair trigger? Ariel assumed it was meant to be a compliment. “Let’s start with that T-shirt.”

Preston lifted his arms. Instead of taking it off right away, she only raised it slightly above his nipples, bent down, and licked his navel.

“Oh, whoa. Where did you learn to do that?”

Licking and sucking were part of lovemaking. “You suck on my tits. Why can’t I do what I want with your body?”

“She has a point, Preston.”

“Fine. Do what you want, but I plan to torture you in return. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Ariel grinned. That was the second warning about some sexual adventure. To date, she hadn’t experienced a whole lot, though with her accident, there hadn’t been time for it.

She placed her palms on Preston’s pecs, returned to her bent over position, and slowly dragged her tongue from his navel upward. When she neared the edge of the material, she lifted it up and over his body and then let it float to the ground. His muscles bulged, and when he flexed them, she ran her fingers over the delicious ridges.

Preston grunted and then lifted her chin. Without a word, he bent down and kissed her. His hands cupped her rear and pressed her body against his erection. Her world exploded as he feasted on her lips. Then something sharp scraped her tongue, and she leaned back.

“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to bite you, I swear,” Preston said. “It’s just that every time I’m near you, my body goes wild.”

A second set of hands clasped her waist. Benson turned her around to face him. “Ignore Preston. I can be a gentleman. But first, we need to get you out of your clothes.”

Ariel was having a hard time cataloguing all of the emotions swirling inside her. These men seemed to alter her rational thoughts. “Okay.”

Benson grinned. Like she’d done with Preston, Benson slid his warm hands under her shirt. Unlike her, he lifted it off in one careful movement. Thankfully, when she raised her arms, most of the residual ache from having landed on her shoulder was gone.

Preston undid the back of her bra and had it off in seconds. Instead of removing her shoes and pants, Preston palmed her tits.

“I love these,” he whispered right below her ear .

Standing between the two men was exciting, but it would be easier to feel both of them if they were on the bed. “How about we stretch out, and you can show me just how much you appreciate them?”

Preston had her in the air and on the bed in less than a second. Ariel laughed. “I could have taken the two steps to reach the bed, you know.”

“I know, but I like touching you.”

Preston moved to the end and took off her shoes and socks. With little fanfare, he pulled her jeans to her ankles but stopped short of taking them off, probably because she’d stiffened.

“Was I too rough? I forgot about your ankle.”

“It’s okay, but let me finish.” Her injured foot had twisted a bit. Once she was naked, she scooted to the end of the bed. “Now I get to do the same to you.”

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Preston held out his arms.“Do whatever you want with me.”

That was an offer Ariel couldn’t resist. After popping open the buttons on his jeans, she tugged them down only to find he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Were you anticipating having sex tonight?”

“Blondie, if I had my way, I’d walk around naked all day long on the off chance I could convince you to make love with me.”

Preston sure had a lot of come-on lines. He was definitely a ladies’ man. She could only hope that he’d never be using them again on anyone else.

Whoa.

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