Stef moaned against Ben’s mouth, and the sound send a shiver through Evan. She was most definitely enjoying herself. The way she rolled her hips and how her hands gripped Ben’s upper arms made Evan sure she had really wanted this, even as much as she had denied it. She hadn’t wanted him to feel slighted.

He understood that-but he had somehow suspected she wanted more, and now he was sure.

“Jesus,” Ben whispered as their kiss broke. “Stef…”

“Come on,” she murmured, and Evan saw her hand slip between Ben’s thighs to rub the bulge there. She turned and took his hand, leading him. Her eyes met Evan’s and he smiled at her as she leaned down to kiss him, something hard and fierce and briefly deep. He was grateful for it.

“Aren’t you coming?” She looked over her shoulder to Evan as she led Ben toward their bedroom.

Evan’s hands were trembling on the wheels of his chair as he rolled slowly after them.

“Unzip me.” She turned around and held her hair up out of the way. Both men admired the smooth curve of her shoulder and the small curls at the nape of her neck as Ben slid her zipper down, exposing her bare back and the lace edge of her black panties.

She turned toward them both, slipping her dress down off her shoulders and shrugging it to the floor.

“Oh, my God,” Ben breathed, closing his eyes for a moment and then opening them again in wonder. He looked back at Evan, his face a question.

“I know.” Evan’s smile was caught between something grim and sad, looking at her full breasts, the way her panties hugged her hips and how slim and long her legs looked in thigh-highs. “Shame to let it go to waste, isn’t it?”