They had talked about her? About Adam marrying her?

“Or you and Adam could get married,” Ashley suggested, “and I’d be the live-in mother of your children,” she ventured with a grin, loving the idea of them recapturing their lost love and flaunting it in front of the world.

“Or we don’t worry about social conventions at all and just commit to one another,” Adam suggested as he stood up and stepped toward Dare. Then he took Dare’s hand and pulled him close.

Ashley was blown away by the heat in his eyes. Their lips met and Ash drew in a breath at the sheer magnetic attraction she felt between the two men. Dare’s arms went around Adam and her body heated at the sight of the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.

She realized she should leave. The two of them could use some alone time to catch up. To discover each other again.

She stood up and started toward the door.

“Stop.” Dare’s authoritative tone stopped her in her tracks.

She turned to see the two of them watching her, Dare’s arm around Adam’s waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dare asked.

“I just thought—”

“Come here, Ash,” Dare commanded.

She turned and walked toward them. Both of them watched her with heat in their eyes and she felt tingles dancing through her body in response.

Dare grasped her wrist and drew her close. “Were you trying to run away?”

“No, sir.”

“I think she was,” Adam said, stepping behind her.

Dare curled his hands around her hips and pulled her tight to his pelvis. She could feel him growing hard against her. Adam moved closer, placing his hands on her shoulders, then glided them down her arms. They were both so big and so masculine, sandwiching her between them.

“Maybe we need to restrain her so she can’t escape,” Adam suggested.

“Good idea.” Dare took her wrist again and guided her down the hallway toward the special room. He opened the door and led her inside.

“Nice,” Adam said, glancing around.

“Take off your dress,” Dare commanded.

Instantly, she unbuttoned the front of her dress, conscious of both pairs of male eyes watching her intently. She slid the dress from her shoulders, then let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing there in her skimpy panties and bra. She leaned over to pick it up, but Dare stopped her by grasping her wrist.

“Leave it.”

He led her across the room, then leaned her over a padded bench, which was just wide enough to brush the underside of her breasts when she was horizontal. Dare stretched her arm down the other side of the bench and wrapped a restraint around her wrist, then did the same with her other arm. He moved behind her and fastened her ankles with restraints, too, forcing her legs wide apart. She could feel the two men behind her, looking at her. Her cheeks flushed.