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crotch. At least it seemed that way.
    Stephanie sucked in a breath and turned her head to the side. She felt crowded, in a good way, but still… She shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”
    “Your mother raised you?”
    “Yes.” Sort of. You could maybe call it that. Even though she’d never been the perfect mother Stephanie would have liked to have, the woman had still been the only blood relative Stephanie knew as a child. Thank God she’d discovered she had a grandmother after her mother died. That was what brought her to this town three years ago. The promise of a relative. Any relative.
    “We should get you home,” Aiden murmured.
    No! Gah. She gave herself a mental slap. Yes, they should get her home.
    “Yeah, I think we’ve given you enough to think about for one night.” Dane squeezed her leg one last time and released her.
    Aiden gripped her around the waist and lifted her to the floor. Her skirt fell back into place, but still she smoothed the fabric, making sure she was covered. “You did great. You’re a natural at this. Are you sure you haven’t been a sub before?”
    Stephanie gasped and glanced at his face. Was he teasing? He must have seen the look of horror in her eyes because he chuckled.
    Dane stroked her arm. “He’s kidding. Well, sort of. I mean, you did do fantastic, but it’s also obvious this is outside your comfort zone. Thank you.”
    “For what?” Her voice squeaked.
    “For going along with this. For agreeing to be our date.” Dane danced his fingers over her collarbone and up to her ear. A chill shook her body. Did he think this was all a game? Yes, because it is, doofus.
    Her body was on fire. There was no pretending that part. And she hadn’t imagined the twin bulges in two sets of perfectly formed pants. Maybe they were easily aroused and it had nothing to do with her. They could have been aroused by each other.
    They crowded her again. One on each side, pressing her into the desk until she leaned back.
    “Two o’clock Thursday then, right?” Aiden asked. “We’ll meet you in the lobby. We have some shopping to do.”
    Both men kept touching her. Her leg, her arm, her cheek, her neck. God, her neck… Who knew that zone was so erogenous?
    Dane gripped her shoulder. “Why don’t you come for dinner tomorrow…here, at the restaurant? We can get to know each other better. You don’t work until ten every night, do you?”
    Stephanie swallowed the lump in her throat. She shook her head. “Of course not.” At the defeated look in their eyes and the slouch in their shoulders she realized her unintended implication. “I mean, no, I don’t work that late every day. I’ll try to get here tomorrow night earlier.”
    “Perfect.” Dane’s smile grew. “I’ll cook something special for you.”
    They released her simultaneously as though reading each other’s minds. She sagged under the loss. Her conflicting emotions were going to drive her mad.
     
     
    When Aiden stepped through the door to their apartment after reluctantly seeing Stephanie safely to her own, he had a grip on Dane’s forearm, practically yanking his partner over the threshold. The second Aiden kicked the door shut, he plastered Dane to the wall and leaned in to take the man’s lips in a kiss that was full of all the frustration he’d been feeling for over an hour.
    Aiden angled his head to one side and slid his tongue into Dane’s mouth to taste every flavor of the man. The delicious Merlot overshadowed the mint Dane had eaten earlier.
    Aiden slammed his body against Dane’s, unable to get enough contact…enough pressure. Their cocks nestled beside one another, and Aiden ground into Dane’s groin with more need than he could ever remember. His dick ached from being so hard for so long. He’d had to walk from the restaurant to the building with his teeth gritted in an effort to keep his plight to himself. And he’d known Dane was in the same state.
    Pulling back with a jerk, Aiden stared hard