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“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

He frowned, glancing behind her to where Ian stood.

“Why would we be upset, Little girl?” Ian asked, running his hand down her back.

“I guess . . . I was just thinking about what the . . . the three of you would be like together.”

“Ahh, were you wondering what sort of Dom Jameson would be?” Ian asked.

She let out a whoosh of breath. Good. He didn’t sound upset. She wasn’t sure it was good etiquette to think about another man while two more were touching you, though.

“It’s not that I want him here or anything. The two of you are more than enough, don’t get me wrong.”

“Shh.” Jack put his finger on her mouth. “We’re not upset, baby girl.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” Ian added. “As long as you aren’t thinking you can replace us with him.”

“Never!” she said. “The two of you . . . you’re all I’ve been thinking about. You’re both perfection. Gorgeous and sexy.”

“Yeah?” Jack asked. “I’m sexier than the grump here, though, right?”

Ian grumbled.

“No,” she said with a grin.

Jack winked at her and mouthed the word, “liar.”

She giggled.

“Hey, no giggling while you’re being punished. This is all going very wrong.” Ian sighed with mock disappointment.

“She was a good girl and told us what she was thinking, though,” Jack pointed out. “So perhaps she should get to come.”

“You’re my favorite,” she mouthed.

“I know,” he said silently back.

“We’ll see how well she takes the rest of her spanking,” Ian told them.

Jack moved as Ian slapped his hand down on her left cheek. Jack followed up with a smack to her right. She moaned, wriggling from side to side.

“Stay still,” Ian commanded. “You don’t want anymore, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“I prefer my name. Or Daddy.”

Monkeyballs. She could feel herself growing wetter. What were they doing to her?

“You can call me Sir. I like Sir Daddy,” Jack said.

He would. Dear Lord.

Another two smacks. This was too much. She needed to come.

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