“Okay, see you soon.”
We hung up, and I informed Ward, “Jake’s tummy hurts, and he wants to come home.”
Ward nodded. “And now I understand why you want to go to a sex club.”
CHAPTER THREE
Kiera
Cole was staying with my parents for the evening, and Whit was staying at Mickey’s again. My parents understood that we needed a night alone. They didn’t know that we were going to a sex club for the night, though. They assumed we were having a night out on the town or a quiet night at home, and I let them think that.
“Are you nervous?” I asked Ward as he showered.
“Should I be?”
When I’d told Peyton that Ward and I were in for going to the next party, I was excited, but as we got ready to go, I became nervous. What was it going to be like? Who would we see? Apparently, a lot of famous people attended Sensation. Since I worked in Beverly Hills, I knew a lot myself. I would never tell who got down and dirty at a sex club, but it did pique my interest. Also, to be able to attend, Ward and I had to get tested for STDs and sign NDAs, which put Ward—and myself—more at ease.
“I still don’t know what to think,” I admitted.
“I think it will be … interesting but exciting.”
I smiled as I brushed my lashes with black mascara. Ward had definitely come around since the night a few weeks prior when I’d told him we were invited. Our plan for the night was to watch, get ideas, and maybe find a quiet place in a corner if the mood struck—I had a feeling it would. Since that night I pitched the idea to him, Ward had made more of an effort to sneak in kisses here and there. We’d even done it more than missionary style; with me on top or him behind me as we laid on our sides. I supposed bringing up the fact that our sex life was more or less uninteresting was all I’d needed to do. Ward just needed a reminder that sex didn’t have to be boring because we were married.
But even though we were starting to get on the same page, we both still wanted to go to Sensation.
Clearly.
Ward stepped out of the shower, and I ogled his washboard abs for a second before returning to my makeup. “What if someone propositions us?” I asked.
He stopped toweling off his dark brown hair that was starting to turn gray on the sides. “For sex?”
I snorted. “Well, duh.”
“Do you want that?”
“Again, I don’t know what I want. But porn turns us on, and this will be live porn in a way, and what if we’re making out and someone asks to touch me—or you?”
The only rule: Ask before you touch.
“Would you be okay if a woman touched me?” he questioned back.
I thought for a moment. Ward and I had been together for half of our lives. I trusted him completely, and neither one of us had ever strayed. Our marriage was solid. Sure, we had a little hiccup in the lovemaking department, but that was what we were working on. So,couldI watch another woman pleasure him? Would that turn me on? Could we have a threesome and go back to living our lives as though it never happened? Or would we end up joining the club and every month live out fantasies that webothhad?
Ward resumed toweling off, and I turned fully to face him. “I’m not sure. I think once we’re in the heat of the moment, we’ll know.”
“True.”
“Do you think you’d be okay if another man wanted to touch me?”
“I’d be okay with anotherwomantouching you,” he countered.
I laughed. “I bet you would.” My phone buzzed with a text as it sat on the bathroom counter. I picked it up.
Peyton:Be there in 15.
“You better get dressed. They’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
Ward and I were dressed and ready to go. Sensation was black-tie, and therefore, he was in a tux, and I was in a black, capped-sleeved, sequined cocktail dress that came to just above my knees. The women could dress in lingerie if they wanted, but the men had to be in tuxedos. I wasn’t ready for that and chose a short dress instead.
