she had it with.
Panicked, she laced her arm through Denver’s and blurted, “How would you like to have sex with me?”
“Uh, what?” Denver’s eyes went wide. “Say that again?”
Forcing a calm she didn’t feel, she leaned into him. “I’m in the mood to play tonight. Are you game?”
She knew from the look on his face that what she was asking was incredibly unfair. Mike was Denver’s friend.
Mike stepped up beside Denver and arched a brow. “Am I interrupting?”
Denver offered a halfsmile. “Grace just made me an…interesting offer.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” she said, taking control of the situation. “I asked Denver if he wanted to play with me tonight.”
Mike looked at Denver, then at her. “I see.”
Yes, he was going to see, all right. “I’m thinking the voyeur/exhibition room, if you don’t have a problem showing off.”
Mike laughed. “Den loves to show off.”
“Mike,” Denver said, his gaze flitting between the two of them. “Do you have a problem with this?”
Mike shrugged and grinned. “Why would I? Grace is free to do whatever she wants, and so are you. I’ll just take a seat in the viewing room and watch. It won’t be the first time I’ve watched you with a woman.”
“Are you sure?” Denver asked.
Mike nodded. “I’m sure. Hell, I get off on watching. You know that about me.”
Den laughed. “Yeah, you will.”
Mike was already turning around to leave. “You two have fun.”
He pivoted and walked away. He was going to watch her and Denver having sex. Did he really not care, or was he putting on a show of bravado?
Wasn’t this what she wanted? To prove to Mike, and to herself, that she was her own woman, in charge of her own destiny? It was necessary, for both of them, that this happen tonight. To put an end to any hope he might have for a real relationship. Wild Nights was her life—adventurous, unattached sex was what she did.
“Grace, are you certain this is what
you
want?”
She looked up at Denver, his gaze one of concern. He really was a beautiful man. She’d be well taken care of—and safe—with him. Which was probably why her instincts told her to choose him.
“Of course it is.” She caressed his cheek. “It’s been entirely too long since I’ve enjoyed the fun at Wild Nights, Denver. And you and I have never played with each other. Unless you have some objection.”
“Are you kidding? A man would be insane to turn you down. My dick’s already hard at the thought of touching you.”
She laughed. “Then what are we waiting for?”
The pang in her stomach as she walked with Denver into the exhibition room was not guilt. It wasn’t. She was free to do whatever she wanted, with whomever she wanted. If Mike wanted to watch, that was up to him. He was a paying client and if he got off on voyeurism, that was great. Good for him. She didn’t care what he did to get his rocks off.
This wasn’t the first time she’d been in the exhibitionist room. Grace occasionally enjoyed showing off for her clients. It was good for business. Her clientele liked watching her. It was important for them to see her participate.
And what better man to play with than Denver McKenzie? Tall, hot and sexy, she’d stopped in and watched Denver pleasure a woman or two in the past. He definitely knew what he was doing. He had magic hands and a great tongue. She’d envied the women he’d had, because they certainly seemed to enjoy the orgasms he gave them.
Tonight, she planned to do the same.
The exhibition room was set up like an open efficiency apartment, except it was just sofas, chairs, tables and a bed. Those using the room, and sometimes it was more than one couple or ménage, could choose either to watch or be watched, depending on their mood. Once in there, Denver took over, leading her into the living room portion and sitting her on the sofa. He kneeled in front of her and smiled.
“Relax. If there’s anything you don’t want me to
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