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“Does Andrew join you,” Annabel bit her lip.

“Yes,” he grinned as he met Andrew’s eyes.

“Is he listening and watching you,” Annabel hardened her voice.

“He is,” Ryan admitted. “He’s dressed.”

“Does he want to be naked,” Annabel asked.

“He does.”

“He’ll have to wait. He hasn’t earned being naked with me yet.”

“Yes, Annabel. Can he watch?”

“I suppose.” Annabel swallowed as she visualized the two men interacting. “There will be no touching. Now tell me about the rest of your body?”

“I have a scar on my ribs from a snowmobile accident,” Ryan said.

“Describe it to me,” Annabel asked.

“It’s bumpy,” Ryan ran his hand along his lowest rib. “I was eleven, my brother was sixteen. We took the snowmobile out and he slid on some ice. I was thrown off the back and into a barbed wire fence.”

“Sounds painful. The scar is still bumpy as a reminder,” Annabel said. “Do you still snowmobile?”

“Yes, but I prefer to drive,” Ryan smiled. “My brother felt guilty for years after.”

“Are you close with him,” Annabel asked.

“Somewhat. He’s busy with his wife and kids,” Ryan said.

“Hmmm. Any other scars? Tattoos?”

“No to both. Andrew thinks I should get a tattoo but nothing has inspired me enough to permanently mark my body.”

“Would you get one if I told you to,” Annabel asked.

“What do you want on my body,” he asked.

“Nothing. Or more to the point, I want you tied to my bed so I can tell you exactly what I want you to do.”

“Hmmmm. I’m willing to be tied to your bed.”

“Are you willing to have Andrew do things to you as well?”

“Yes. We’ve shared before.”

“Have you?”

“We like the same type of woman,” Ryan whispered in her ear.

“What kind of woman do you like,” Annabel asked.

“One who knows what she likes,” Ryan said.

“You’re in construction? I assume you’re muscular. Tell me about your muscles,” Annabel ordered.

“We’ve done construction our whole lives,” Ryan wanted to rub his cock and ease the ache. “I’ve got a six pack.”