“Most definitely.” Milo smirked, cheeks twitching a bit nervously, still convinced I was being generous to the topic.
“Why wait?” I asked with a casual shrug, leaving the rest of the party perplexed. “You’ve got a babysitter already booked for a late night. We’ve got an empty penthouse.”
“I mean, she did say we could add an overnight if needed,” Vanessa said with a shrug.
As the shock wore off, Milo’s mind linked to mine. “Are you sure about this? Swinging is a bold step. I know it’s not really your thing.”
“You act like I wasn’t a part of our throuple.” I eyed him, sending memories of our time with Finn coursing through his surface thoughts. He quivered as his mind sank into the enticing exploits we’d shared what seemed a lifetime ago. “You think a prude would let you and Finn run an Eiffel Tower on them as often as I did?”
Milo grinned, cheeks turning slightly red as his thoughts twisted with flashes of him and Finn railing me from either end, using me entirely, and making me satisfy their every need until their carnal lust had been satiated. Some nights, they’d tag team me until none of us could stand the next day.
“Just because I don’t flaunt my desires in crude humor like you and the lumbering giant over there”—I flicked my gaze to Diaz—“doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a night of misadventure.”
“It’s just a big ask.” Milo pursed his lips. “And from the rumors I hear, quite the big ask.”
I smiled at Diaz. “Oh, I am very curious to see what this big ole cowboy brings to the table.”
He might’ve had an annoying sense of humor, but like Milo, there was a certain charm to Emiliano’s antics. And he was quite cute to look at. I could easily enjoy a night with him and Milo, so long as it was just the night.
“I only have two stipulations,” I said, setting my drink aside. “I don’t like the idea of messy feelings, but guessing by the professionalism already stirring in both of your thoughts, that won’t be an issue.”
“And the second?” Vanessa asked.
“I don’t want to do anything with you.” I grimaced. “No offense—you’re quite lovely. But women just, uh… Yeah, it’s not my thing.”
“Fair enough.” Vanessa traced her finger along the rim of her cocktail glass. “Shame. You might be the cutest one here.”
“No worries,” I said with a nervous chuckle as my cheeks flushed, and pin prickles danced on my skin. “I’m sure these two will keep you plenty occupied.”
I sat with everyone’s thoughts spinning to sexual curiosities of where the night would lead, and despite my own nervousness, I found myself enveloped by the lust of the evening. I’d chase this high and follow it with Milo at my side.
Onthe drive home, I called Ben to check in with him. I wanted to make sure he’d be all right spending the night with his new friend. Considering he gave me a quick “yup” before handing the phone back to the babysitter and returning to play, I figured he’d be okay for the evening.
“You have a printer, right?” Vanessa asked as we stepped into the penthouse, scrolling through her phone.
“Yeah,” Milo said, leading her toward the hall and directing her to the third room on the left, where the home office was located.
Vanessa and Milo spent a few minutes in there while Emiliano silently stared at me, goofy grin fully intact. He sat in a chair opposite the couch I took. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, his surface thoughts flitted with ways to stuff my mouth. It made my cheeks burn when he envisioned my gagging protests and left me too flustered to have a conversation. So, we silently stared at each other, each envisioning the other naked, and all the things we could do with our bodies.
“All righty,” Vanessa said, finally returning with a stack of papers. “Usually, we spend more time running through thecontract and give the other party or parties in this instance a chance to sit with the terms before engaging in a bit of fun. But if everyone’s okay dotting their Is and crossing their Ts, we can dive right into the good stuff.”
I quirked a brow. “A contract?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Vanessa said, filling out a section for what she was open to exploring in the bedroom with Milo. Already, her mind whirled with so many ideas it didn’t seem much was off the table. Though she did fill in a section about firm ‘nos,’ which included contact with me.
“Don’t you worry this sort of ruins the spontaneity of sex?” I asked with a questioning shrug.
“Sex is so much more than spontaneity,” Vanessa explained. “It’s an expression of pleasure, an exploration of bodies, of desires, of trust.”
“Honestly, knowing what to expect can build just as much anticipation and yearning as not knowing,” Emiliano added. “Plus, knowing what your partners are unwilling to do removes awkward play.”
“And allows us all to focus on the fun fucking.”
“Fair enough,” Milo said. “Well, you can put a nix on bottoming from me. I’m not feeling it tonight.”
“Damn shame,” Emiliano said with a wink. “Guess I’ll have to hope your partner is open to being opened.”
“Um, yeah,” I replied. “Pretty vers myself.”
