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    “Let’s dance while we wait on our meal,” he said instead of answering.
    Before she could protest, Zander was standing and pulling her to her feet. He shouted at Tag that they were dancing and to watch the table. She saw Tag give her that half smile of his that said any number of things. She didn’t have time to worry about what it meant this time as Zander hauled her through the growing crowd to the dance floor.
    Just as they arrived, the song changed to a slower ballad and Zander pulled her into his arms. The feel of his body against hers, his muscular arms holding her tightly didn’t do much to calm her already awakened libido. The press of his thick cock to her lower belly left no doubt that he appreciated the closeness as well. Tessa’s body responded in fashion. Her nipples hardened to tender points that only grew more sensitive pressed to his hard chest. The juncture between her thighs grew moist, letting her know that despite her brain being against a relationship with the two men, her body was all over the possibilities.
    “Relax, Tessa. You’re entirely too tense. I’m not going to jump you here on the dance floor.” Zander’s whispered words did little to ease the torture he was inflicting on her body just by touching her.
    “It’s hard,” she hissed back.
    “Yeah, well. I’m a healthy male who is attracted to you in the worst way. Just because I’ve got a hard-on doesn’t mean I can’t control myself.” His soft chuckle told her that he’d deliberately misinterpreted her words.
    “Asshole. You know that’s not what I meant.”
    “Face it, kitten. You’re ours. We’re going to claim you no matter how much of a fight you put up. All you’re doing by resisting is making the chase that much more fun and the ultimate catch so much sweeter.”
    “Why? Zander? Why me? You’ll get tired of me in no time, and then there I’ll be, alone and having to pick myself up again. No. Not going to happen. I swore I’d never let another man use me and then toss me aside.” She tried to jerk out of his arms, but he tightened his grip just enough to keep her from pulling away.
    “That’s it. We need to talk. We can wine and dine you later.” Zander grasped her hand in a tight grip before walking off the dance floor back to where they’d left Tag only minutes before.
    Tag saw them coming and stood up with a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?”
    “Let’s go. We’ve got to settle this before we can go any farther,” Zander told him.
    Tag’s half smile didn’t settle Tessa’s pounding heart one bit. He looked almost gleeful at the prospect of settling things. Somehow she was sure he would take great pleasure in watching her squirm during the impending conversation. Why were they so insistent on claiming her as their slave or submissive or whatever they wanted to call it? They hardly knew her and she hadn’t given them any reason to, nor had she encouraged their interest in her.
    Tessa couldn’t deny how their insistence that she was perfect for them thrilled her inside, but it didn’t mean it was true. Did it? Was she really a submissive person? Maybe she was to them but only because of how she felt for them. Maybe giving a little to them wasn’t the same as her letting her ex control it all.
    By the time they’d made it outside, Tessa was exhausted. Between worrying over what the two men had in mind and trying to squeeze between all the people while keeping up with Tag and Zander, it was a wonder she could even walk straight.
    Once they were back in the truck, her in the middle of course, she tried to calm her nerves. That went right out the window with Tag and Zander’s next exchange.
    “Where are we going?” Tag asked as he started the truck.
    “Home. To our place,” Zander told him.
     
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    Tag smiled. Really smiled. He could feel his face tighten with it. They were taking her to their new place. The one they would all three share once they got Tessa on