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freak.”
    Laurel laughed. “I guess I am.” She raised an eyebrow at Dana in challenge. “Does that turn you on?”
    Dana coughed again. Damn, was she coming down with a cold or something? “I’m not answering that question.”
    “So you want a dare instead of truth?”
    I walked right into that one. “Sure.” She was letting go, after all.
    Laurel leaned over and pulled her paperback erotica book from her backpack, holding it up with a smile. “I dare you to read two pages of my choosing. Out loud.” Her smile grew. “To me.”
    “No problem.” Dana wondered where her cool confidence was coming from. Now that she had given herself permission to play this out, the words just flowed from some unknown wellspring inside her.
    With a mischievous smile, Laurel flipped through the pages of the book, skimming the text. “Start here,” she said. “Page eighty-three.”
    Dana took the book and quickly scanned a few lines. Hot and heavy foreplay. Wonderful. “Got me right to the good part, didn’t you?”
    Laurel planted her hands behind her hips and leaned back, nipples still rock-hard against her pale yellow T-shirt. “You bet.”
    Slightly nervous, Dana began to read aloud.
    “Raise your arms,” Reed whispered behind me. I found her eyes in the mirror, excited beyond all reason. This was better than any fantasy I had ever had.
    She paused deliberately. She wasn’t sure how she would keep her voice steady through both pages, or how much longer she would be able to keep her intense need to kiss Laurel to herself.
    “Keep reading,” Laurel said.
    I raised my arms into the air. Reed pulled my tank top up over my head, tossing it on the floor beside us. She stared at my bare breasts in the mirror for a moment before reaching around to cover one with each hand. She raised her eyes to meet mine again, and then bent down to nuzzle my neck.
    “These are so beautiful,” Reed murmured.
    Dana paused, wiping her fingers across her forehead.
    Across from her, Laurel said, “Go on.”
    The way her mouth moved made the words blur as Dana’s tongue got in the way.
    “Thanks,” I whispered. “Your hands feel so good.”
    Reed nipped at my earlobe. “They’ll feel even better in a minute,” she said. Leaving my breasts with one last tug on each nipple, she slid her hands down my sides to rest on my waist. She kept the fingers of her left hand curled around my stomach while she moved her other hand up to press down between my shoulder blades. “Over, baby.”
    I swallowed as my throat went totally dry. It was as if Reed had tapped into every fantasy I had ever had about her.
    My legs shook as I obeyed her quiet command, bending over to rest my arms on the bathroom counter next to the sink. I kept my head up, looking into her eyes.
    Dana was aware of the way Laurel shifted slightly and of a change in the cadence of her breathing. Idly, she wondered if she had a spare pair of panties in her office. She would need them when she got out of here . She kept reading, making her voice low and soft in an effort to disguise her own growing arousal.
    Without a word, Reed grabbed the waistband of my pajama bottoms and tugged them down until they fell to pool around my ankles. I was completely exposed, vulnerable, dripping wet with excitement. My breathing picked up until I was nearly panting.
    “Step out of them, sweet girl,” Reed commanded.
    I did as she asked, still bent over the sink. As I watched, she dropped her eyes and kicked out at my pajama bottoms, sending them across the floor to the wall. When her eyes moved again, it was to stare between my legs.
    Dana stopped reading and eyed the half-page left to go. “This is just cruel,” she complained.
    Laurel dismissed her with a complacent wave. “Keep going. It’s just getting good.”
    Dana exhaled shakily. The rest of the second page looked every bit as bothersome as the first. And this time she couldn’t hide her arousal.
    Her voice shook as she read.
    “You’re