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Naomi: Yes. I’m on . . .
Selene: Good. I heard Bex and Alvie are teaching tonight. They’re amazing. HAVE FUN!
Naomi: Fun? It’s a class. Class isn’t supposed to be fun, Lena. It’s educational.
Selene: Yeah, and you’re the one who signed up for five extra years of that shit after finishing your masters, cariña.
Selene: All so you can have a piece of paper with the three *very overrated* letters.
Naomi: I’m not having this argument with you again.
Selene: I know. Enjoy class, nerd.
Naomi: :tongue-out emoji:
I put my phone on Do-Not-Disturb mode and refocus on the call on my computer.
“Now, if we’re all ready, let’s dive in, shall we?” the dark-haired instructor says in his rumbling bass tone.
I pull over my blank notepad and pen, ready to take down every word our instructor shares.
All my psychology coursework prepared me to talk comfortably about sex and sexuality, but this feels so much more intimate. There’s a vulnerability that I wasn’t prepared for as the blue light from my computer screen reflects back at me.
It’s just a class, right?
I know how to do this. I know how to learn, just maybe not . . . this topic.
But, I can. I can do this.
Chapter 1
Bex
“Iswear to all that is holy, if the package of condoms and lube is late when we have Selene’s engagement party this weekend, I will scream until I shatter windows, Alvie. No one can stop me.” I huff as I shove the last of my toiletries into my overnight bag.
“Birdie, we have a few hours before we need to head over to the club to set up. It’s gonna be fine,” Alvaro says calmly before mumbling under his breath, “And you could have just had them shipped directly to the club.”
I glare at him, but he pointedly ignores me, instead focusing on meticulously packing the bag of whips, floggers, and other goodies.
“This is an important weekend for Selene.” I sigh, hopping up onto the bed beside the bag he’s packing. “I just want it to be perfect.”
“I know you do, and I admire you for it,” he says. “But the group knows this is all hands on deck, and it’s going to go smoothly with everyone stepping up.”
His small smile is reassuring, but it’s the glimmer in his emerald eyes that has my pulse picking up pace.
Alvie is a cowboy through and through. His body is proof of all the time he spends outdoors. His cheeks are the perfect shade of pinked by the sun, and his natural sienna complexion is only deepened by all the hours outside. To the point where his tan is so deep, the smile lines on his face are prominently pale when he’s not grinning at me.
His body, too, is exquisitely chiseled just for my enjoyment. Every curve is pure muscle, built from hard labor on the ranch. There’s not an inch of him that I haven’t touched or tasted.
Watching him now, so entirely focused on his task, has me drooling over my own husband.
“Your confidence is reassuring. I appreciate you helping me ground myself.” I shake out my shoulders to pull me from my thoughts, which are quickly turning dirty.
“Anytime, birdie,” he says, finally looking up at me, giving me a kiss on my temple. “Now, are you all packed for the club?”
The Playground Club and Resort opened three years ago, and since its opening day, we’ve been patrons, attending nearly every weekend we can. There are plenty of lifestyle clubs in the city, but living as far out as we do, it’s just more convenient to go to The Playground. Plus, every time we visit, we’re met with three years of memories and friends who’ve come to mean the world to us.
The Playground is an escape for those who live unique lifestyles and enjoy taking part in specific activities of a more erotic nature, namely swingers and kinksters. The owners, Juliana Morgan and the rest of her polycule, have curated a nonjudgmental space and community that is supportive of nontraditional lifestyles and interests.
