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Shannon.”
    “And what rule is that?” he asks, seemingly unaffected.
    “No underwear allowed,” I answer, tightening my palm around
him.
    “I—”
    “Don’t tell me,” I interrupt. “I want to be surprised.”
    I flip his top button open and slide his zipper down,
watching his eyes go black.
    That’s the reaction I was hoping for.
    I slip my fingers inside the denim, running them along his
impressive length. I bite my lip, trying to prevent my face from giving away
all the dirty thoughts I’m entertaining at the moment. His cock is velvety
soft, but hard as hell underneath. My hand explores, and Gabe’s breath grows
deeper, louder.
    His tip is already beading with want, and knowing what I do
to him makes me crazy. I stroke him slowly, imagining he’s in my mouth, inside
me. My pace picks up, until he grabs my wrist and forces me to stop.
    “I want you in my mouth, Gabe. I want it so badly.”
    “Ugh,” he groans and adjusts himself. “I want that, too.
Come on, let’s change locations. Follow me.” He stands and reaches a hand out
to me. We walk past the dance floor and Gabe holds up three fingers to a cupid
walking by.” She nods and types something into her iPad.
    I follow Gabe through a dark hallway; I’m now riddled with
curiosity about each room we pass. The music pumps out a steady tempo, but
every other beat or so, I can hear the people behind the doors making their own
music.
    “Here we are,” Gabe says, stopping in front of a large
wooden door. “Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” I say, equal parts thrilled and terrified.
    “Ready to go again?”
    Again my answer is yes.
    He turns the knob and pulls me inside. It takes a minute
for my eyes to acclimate to the absence of the light show from the other room.
Once I blink them into focus, the first thing I see is a king bed in the middle
of the room. It looks like a high-end hotel room, but two of the walls are
floor-to-ceiling glass.
    It smells like lilies again, and I let the calming
fragrance wash over me, more than intrigued about what Gabe has in mind. The
room is full of white candles, creating shadows along the walls and ceiling.
    He takes my hands and kisses me under my ear. “Now, before
we start, I’d like to ask if you’d mind if someone joins us. Not to perform at
all, but just to help me with a few things.”
    “What kind of things?” I ask.
    “I can’t tell you because I don’t want to ruin the element
of surprise.” He flashes his most sinister grin.
    “Man or woman?” I ask.
    “Woman,” he says with a painful look in his eyes. “I can’t
share you with another man. Not tonight.”
    “Okay,” I tell him, trying not to second guess it. This is
what I wanted—an adventure—and I say it’s go big or go home. So…
     “First,” I tell him, letting my hands drop from his waist.
“I want to finish what I started out there.”
    “Not yet,” Gabe says in his bossy voice. Strange how I’m
already figuring out the nuances in his voice and the little cues to his mood.
    He looks to the glass wall and motions with his hands,
inviting a girl no doubt.
    The brunette from the dance floor comes inside. “I’m
Brinna, by the way,” she says with a warm smile as she extends her hand.
    “Stevie,” I say doing the same.
    It is the oddest handshake in all of history.
    Brinna walks over to the bureau and pulls a small black bag
from one of the drawers. Gabe removes his shirt and sits and the end of the
bed. He is ripples of tight muscles and smooth olive skin and damn, I want to
lick every inch of him.
    “Face this way.” Brinna turns me toward the glass wall.
“Are you okay being watched?”
    “There are people on the other side of that glass?”
    “There are, yes,” Brinna says. “Watching someone do this
for the first time is pretty exciting for everyone. And by the way you reacted
on the dance floor, I think you’re going to like this. A lot.”
    My head is so cloudy with want that I think I would agree
to just