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raced when she found Fred and Taz waiting for her after her shift ended the following night. She’d spotted them in the bar earlier, passing the time playing pool. It had made her edgy, wondering how they’d play tonight.
    All she could think of now was how she was dying to come. She’d tried a half dozen times to bring herself off in bed the night before or in the shower, but she’d been distracted and rushed and irritable because she wanted Fred there with her.
    Tonight there was a solidarity about the two men, as if they’d worked out what they planned for her. Taz took her arm, guiding her to Fred’s SUV. “Get in the back,” he ordered while Fred went around to the driver’s side.
    Mouth dry, Dharma obeyed.
    Fred did a U-turn and they drove down the highway until he turned off on a dirt road. She heard the crash of surf and felt the warm air through her open window. Neither man looked at her or spoke to her, which only heightened her arousal and suspense. What were they going to do with her?
    When they came to a stop in a deserted spot, Taz turned and looked her in the eye. “Strip off your clothes and then climb out of the truck. Oh, leave the shoes on. I like the heels.”
    Her heart gave a thumpat the coolly phrased instructions. She felt giddy, unfettered the way she’d been when she first began to paint and every colour was singing for her to use it.
    Hands shaking, she pulled off her tank top then her skirt and thong. Since she hadn’t worn a bra, that left only her red heels.
    She was still trembling finely as she exited the SUV, feeling foolish to be so…nervous?
    The wind was cooler now against her bare skin. It felt like a touch. She crunched over gravel, walking to where Fred and Taz waited for her.
    “Hold your hands out,” Taz said.
    And all the time he was giving her orders, Fred watched.
    She held up her wrists and Taz tied them quickly and expertly. Then he walked around her, as if inspecting her. The second time he circled, he grazed her nipples with the back of his hand, making her body jolt.
    “You aren’t to move unless we say you can.” He put his hands on her waist and lifted her, actually lifted her as easily as if she were a child and placed her with her front leaning against the warm hood of the SUV.
    A second later he kicked her feet wider then pushed her so she was plastered against the vehicle, the position completely exposing her pussy lewdly to their gazes.
    And she felt them looking. She wanted to moan and squeeze her thighs together, but she knew they would not permit it.
    She belonged to them now.
    More gravel crunched and Fred moved so he was standing directly opposite her. He leaned over the hood, took her hands in his. He was blushing fiercely, but his gaze was just as fierce.
    What was Taz going to do to her while Fred watched? She was dying to know.
    Fred took her hands. “You, ah, indicated you wanted me to push you over my desk one day and spank you.”
    Humour and tenderness for him warmed her. “I indicated?” Oh, he was adorable when he wasn’t intimidating.
    “Yeah.”
    “Is Taz going to spank me?” Her voice got husky at the end of the sentence. “While you watch?”
    “Taz is going to use a riding crop.” As if he was worried she’d shut him down, Fred added. “He’s teaching me how to use one. I wouldn’t risk your skin until I can handle it.”
    “A riding crop?” Her heart jumped again. Part fear, part thrill.
    Eyes heavy lidded, Fred whispered. “You’ve never played with one?”
    She shook her head.
    “We need to know if you’ll let us try this. You have to tell us.”
    Deeper waters. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she allowed herself to go there. But Dharma had always prided herself in being adventurous. She nodded.
    “Say it, Dharma.”
    She licked her lips. “Yes, I want to try.”
    Her hands were cold and shaking slightly. She gripped Fred tightly, absurdly grateful for his lifeline.
    “I’m right here. I want you to