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After all, I’m here with my consort when I have a woman back home. Presumably one more proper, less beautiful, less willing to get on her knees and beg me to come in her mouth.

I explain, “My father says it’s one thing to mess around on a girlfriend, but another on a wife.

He shakes his head. “It’s for her sake. “Do you know what my wife would say if I invited her to a party like this?”

“Have you?” I ask.

“She laughed and said, ‘who will put the kids to bed?’ The last thing she wants is more demands from me. No. This is perfect for both of us.”

I guess we’ll see.

We order. Shift to more typical small talk as we return to Jamie and Diamond in bed, waiting patiently, like they exist only to please us.

Fuches’s eyes light up.

He believes it. Or he’s willing to ignore his doubt.

Jamie shoots me an I told you so look then shifts right back into character. “Thank you, baby,” she says in the same tone she used when we were lovers.

She slides off the bed and meets me in the middle of the room.

“My plan or yours?” she whispers.

“Yours,” I whisper back.

“Men are so weak, aren’t they?” she whispers.

We are, yes.

But she is too. And she knows it. She knows she’d lose any who can outlast whom competition with me.

I don’t call her on it. I just nod in agreement.

She pulls away, takes her drink, and toasts. “To pleasure.” She downs a long sip of the gin and tonic. “How do you want to start? I’d love to watch.”

“Maybe private would be better,” Fuches says.

“We can leave you the room,” I offer.

“After this…” She reaches for her friend. “At least give me a taste before you go.” Jamie raises her drink with a devious smile. “Hold this for me for a sec?”

I nod, of course, and take her glass.

Diamond hands hers to Fuches. She takes Jamie’s hand and runs her fingers up her arms, shoulders, upper back.

After another slow, sensual touch, they kiss like teenage girls putting on a show for their boyfriends.

Then it’s Diamond’s hands on Jamie’s zipper, Jamie’s dress on the floor, her hands on Jamie’s chest.

Jamie’s hands on Diamond’s ass, thighs, waist.

Fuches’s eyes go to me. He wants the show to himself.

That would be the smart move. Collect blackmail material. Meet Jamie at home.

She can handle herself. She’s a pro.

But that’s not best for my long-term mission.