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green for partner swapping, blue for ménage. If you arrive without a partner, Cole or one of his slaves will help to find you one or two.”
    The tour brought them to a winding glass staircase that would lead them upstairs and a wrought-iron staircase that would lead them to the basement.
    Jax took her hands in his. “It’s your decision. Upstairs are the fantasy rooms. Most of them have to be booked when you arrive in the evening. Downstairs is the dungeon. So tell me, Katerina, what is your desire for tonight? Are you in the mood to watch?”
    What exactly happened in those fantasy rooms upstairs and how would they watch? Her breath caught and her pussy fluttered. She’d viewed a couple pornos in college and had gotten mildly aroused, but those were scripted, staged, and impersonal. Her body tingled and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
    He laughed and tugged her up the first glass stair. “Upstairs it is.” They climbed the steps together, his hand possessively placed on the back of her neck.
    Kate caught the scent of musk and sweat as a few people passed them on the way down, their gazes drawn to her exposed breasts.
    She wasn’t embarrassed. She was proud of the rubies swaying from her tingling nipples. Proud Jax wanted to show her off to others in the club who would understand what it represented.
    Every move she made jostled her clit, sending darts of pleasure through her pussy. She felt almost dizzy as they stepped on clouds made of glass on their winding ascent into heaven. Without Jax’s support, she’d have tumbled to the cold stone floor below.
    At the top, they came to a metal door with a digital combination lock. Jax punched in a series of numbers. “Up here, it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, only instead of food it’s sex.”
    A sliver of jealousy unfurled in her belly, but she had to ask. Not as Jax’s lover, but as his attorney. “Did you and Alyssa spend a lot of time here?”
    He pushed on the door and held it half open with his elbow. “The first few years of our marriage, we spent three or four nights a week in these rooms or in the dungeon.”
    That sliver of jealousy spread from her stomach into her chest. “You liked it.”
    He quickly glanced down at his wedding ring, sadness etched in the thin lines around his mouth and eyes. “Yes. All but one room . . .” He shook his head as if shaking away the memories.
    He brought them into a hallway. To their right, two wooden chairs were perched along the plain white wall. A large curtained window covered most of the left wall and just past it was a door with another digital combination lock.
    “This is one of the fantasy rooms. You can tell it’s in use by the red light above the door,” Jax explained. “But the occupants didn’t want to be watched, and so they closed the drapes. There’s also audio . . .” He pushed a button that was on a metal box below the window. Nothing happened. “They left the sound off. Not everyone here is an exhibitionist.”
    Was she? His gaze settled on her clamped breasts, answering the question for her.
    But she’d done it for Jax. Not for the attention. How did that make her an exhibitionist?
    “Let’s see what the next room has to offer,” he said, taking her hand. They strolled through the hallway and into the next viewing area as casually as if they were walking through the park.
    This window wasn’t covered.
    And the room was in use.
    “Jackpot.” Jax pulled her in front of him, banded his arm under her breasts, and yanked her back into his solid body. His other hand curled around the front of her throat.
    Her shallow breathing grew rapid as she witnessed the three naked lovers—two men and one woman—kneeling on a bed of red sheets.
    The lovers weren’t hard-bodied or young. They looked like the average middle-aged person you’d see in the mall, or at the dentist, or in the house next door. A few wrinkles, cellulite on the thighs, and thinning hair.
    On either side of the