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She grinned and slid her hand down the middle of his dress shirt. “It drives me crazy. I come alive with this raw and insane possessive instinct.”
“So, you don’t like it?” I asked, curious.
She glanced at me. “I hate it, but it also turns me on so much. Like, more than I’ve ever been turned on by anything.”
“I’m just not sure I could do it. The idea of it turns me on, but I’m worried I wouldn’t be able to get that image out of my head.” I looped my fingers through Easton’s. “What if I hated him for it afterward? And what if the girl became a problem?”
“Single girls don’t work,” Brad interrupted. “They’re either prostitutes or problems. And prostitutes can work, but there isn’t as much of a feel of authenticity there. That’s why couples swap—or you borrow a wife for a night.”
I could see Easton weighing the idea and I hurried to cut his thought process off at the pass. “If we wanted to do that. But a lot of couples just do threesomes with a guy, right? We could just hook up with single men, and not do anything else?”
“You can do anything you want. Anything you both are comfortable and happy with.”
“But you said the thought of seeing Easton with a girl turns you on.” Julia turned to me. “Is fear the only thing holding you back?”
“Maybe?” I struggled to find the right words to describe the mix of panic and arousal that I felt when I thought of Easton with another woman. But what was I afraid of? No one knew E’s body and needs better than me. No one. I knew that more than I knew anything else in this world.
“Elle.” I turned to look at Easton and found strength in his quiet smile. The firm hand that he cupped against my waist. The confidence in his eyes when he looked at me. “You know, I was terrified that night with Aaron.”
“You were? Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? My wife—you—were about to be touched by him. Pleased by him. I didn’t know how you’d react to that, and I didn’t know how I’d react to it. I knew him, and I knew you, and I trusted both of you enough to push through that fear and try it out.”
“For me,” I said quietly.
“Yeah…” He grinned. “But it was good for me too. I figured that out the minute he walked into the room. I thought I’d hate it, but I didn’t. I saw the way you responded and I fucking loved it.”
I lifted my glass of wine and took a small sip. “Do you think I’d love it?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Let’s try an experiment,” Julia proposed from her spot on Brad’s lap. She spun forward and met my gaze. “How would you feel, right now, if I sucked your husband’s cock?”
She threw it out so casually, as if we were deciding who was going to drive to dinner, or whether we should brew a pot of coffee. Do you prefer decaf? A blowjob for Easton? Brad said nothing, his features calm and unaffected, though I watched his hand slide possessively up the front of her shirt, almost high enough to cup her breast.
From beside me, Easton inhaled in surprise, his grip on me tightening. Did he want it? Normally, I’d be alive with jealousy and territorialism, but instead… arousal was licking up from between my legs, tingling and growing as it skated up my belly and coiled around my nipples. She wouldn’t do it. Not right here. Not right in front of her husband. These were all hypothetical questions. Right?
Everything boiled down to that question, and my focus tightened on her. Her sharp and intelligent eyes, holding to my face. Her hand, still gripping Brad’s. Her posture, curved toward us. The excitement that radiated from her. She wanted to do it.
I gave an awkward laugh. “Is that a hypothetical question?”
“It’s a serious question. How does the thought of it make you feel? If it pisses you off, or turns you off, then you guys should probably stick to just you and a guy. But if it turns you on… then let’s try it right now and see how you feel. If you, at any point, hate it—then I’ll stop.”
“I’m sorry,” Easton interrupted. “I’m not trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you’re talking about giving me a blowjob, right here? Like, right now?”
Brad thumbed the end of the cigar. “If Elle and you are comfortable with it.”
I didn’t have to look at E to know what he was thinking. I could feel him stiffening against my leg. I had picked up on the vibration in his voice, the husky catch in his question. He wanted it. Of course he wanted it. It had been six years since another woman had seen his dick. Six years since anyone, other than me and a medical professional, had touched his dick.
