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Then, as she had in the past week, she obeyed. It floored him to see such a powerful woman give herself over to him. Her skirt, blouse and bra fell away quickly. She hadn’t been wearing panties, a fact that delighted Oakley.

“Damn, I wish I’d known that when I was kissing you,” Oakley murmured.

Once she was naked, she looked at them, a spark of challenge in her gaze. “Your turn.”

Oakley didn’t hesitate. The man had two temperatures—freezing cold and boiling. He could be standing in line at the grocery store with nothing more on his mind than paying the clerk. Then a pretty woman—or hot guy—would walk by and the man would be raring to go. Joel had given him shit about it, but nowadays, he found himself in the same boat. One look from Sadie, the sound of her voice or even a whiff of her perfume, and he’d go from soft to steel in an instant.

Joel tried to keep his focus on Sadie as Oakley stripped off his shirt and pants. He’d seen his friend naked more times than he could count in the past eight years. After all, they shared a room and neither of them had any hang-ups about nudity. The difference was, seeing Oakley without clothing had never affected him before.

Even more disturbing was the idea of taking off his clothes in front of Oakley. His friend’s bisexuality had always been there. Always. But Joel had never felt as if Oakley was attracted to him.

Was he now?

If not, then what the hell was all that licking and touching about? Was Oakley just trying to make sure Joel got off too? Or had it meant something to him?

Once Oakley was naked, he and Sadie turned to look at Joel. Sadie looked impatient, but Oakley’s gaze was different. It felt like a dare.

Joel reached for his t-shirt and tugged it off. Then, before he could think of a reason not to, he kicked off his shoes and pants. Fuck it. He’d made his bed when he’d crawled into Sadie’s with Oakley. There was no going back now.

They followed Sadie to her bedroom. Oakley laughed loudly when he saw her bed, and Joel grinned. She’d laid a red-and-white-checkered tablecloth on top of her comforter and lit candles on the nightstands. In the middle of her makeshift picnic was a bucket of KFC, a huge bowl of McDonald’s French fries and a bottle of Don Julio.

“I forgot to mention,” she said, crawling onto the bed. “I can’t cook.”

“Tequila?” Joel asked, reaching for the full bottle of Blanco.

Sadie shrugged. “Tequila makes everything taste good.”

Oakley took the bottle from him, uncorked it and took a shot. “You got that right.” He passed the bottle to Sadie, who followed his lead. Then she sent the tequila to Joel. He took a swig, enjoying the heat of the alcohol as it slid down his throat.

He and Oakley joined her on the bed, the three of them talking and laughing as if it was the most normal thing on earth to be eating fast food while naked in her bed.

Once they’d plowed through the bucket and put a big dent in the massive pile of fries she’d bought, Oakley “cleared the table”, moving everything—except the tequila—to the floor.

“What should we do next?” Oakley asked, though the way he ran his fingers over Sadie’s breasts made it obvious what he wanted to do.

Sadie, however, had other plans. She pushed his hand away. “Nope. No wham-bam tonight.”

Joel scowled. “I’m fairly certain we’ve never done wham-bam.”

She laughed. “You know what I mean. We get busy and then we get off. We’re going to try that anticipation thing Oakley and I discussed.”

Oakley scowled. “Thought we agreed we sucked at that.”

“Which is why we need practice. I thought we could play a game.”

Joel looked at their naked bodies. “I guess strip poker is out.”

Sadie giggled, then took another quick shot of tequila. “I want to play Truth or Dare.”

Oakley’s brows lifted in approval. “I like the sound of that. Can we make it Kinky Truth or Dare?”

Sadie handed Oakley the bottle as she rolled her eyes. “You have a one-track mind.”

Oakley took another drink. “Fine. Your game, you start.”

“Okay.” Sadie leaned against the headboard and looked at Oakley. It occurred to Joel she’d had time to consider her questions…and her dares. She was far too ready to play. “Oak. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”