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I consider this. Voyeurism is a common enough kink. To be honest, the idea of having to watch her with other males has been like a sore tooth I can’t seem to stop probing. But if she thinks to include me in her no touching clause, she’s going to be in for a big surprise.
“Perhaps,” I say as the corner of my mouth twitches into a smirk. “And what if I wanted to… interact with the other couples? Would you be opposed to that?”
“Why would I care?” she responds quickly, but I don’t miss the way her jaw tenses and her face draws tight. “If you want to fuck the other swingers, it’s no business of mine.”
I bite back a laugh. Oh, but she absolutely cares. And I find I like that entirely too much. I want to see her jealous. I want her to be covetous of me, the way I am for her.
A weight lifts from my shoulders, and suddenly I notice Zell and Danielle have vanished from the table, leaving us alone to our conversation.
I won’t be having anything to do with any of the females, or males, if I can help it, and neither will she. But she doesn’t need to know that.
Placing my hands flat on the table, I push myself up. “Now that’s in order, it’s late. I think it’s time to call it a night.” I step out from the table and cross to the opposite side until I’m directly in front of her. The way she is still sitting puts her face right at eye level with my cock, which jumps eagerly for her attention. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”
Her eyes catch on the fly of my pants, and I barely contain another groan when she licks her plump lips. “Nope, I think everything is pretty much covered,” she finally says, tearing her eyes from the front of my pants. “Good night.”
My eyes narrow at being dismissed so easily. My fingers twitch to bury themselves in her wild hair. To cup her head, tilt her chin up. To press my thumb to her lips, until they part so I can slide the digit against her soft tongue.
“Hmmm,” I rumble, forcing myself away from her before I do something I’ll regret. Except, I doubt I’d really regret it.
Fine then, before I do something she’ll hate me for. That’s more believable. Unless…
I glance back at her over my shoulder. She’s still sitting at the table, watching me go, the color still high on her cheeks and her lips slightly parted. Barely hooded lust burns in her eyes.
Hmm, perhaps she wouldn’t hate me either.
I turn back to watch where I’m going, and I don’t bother hiding the grin that spreads across my lips.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Shae
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“Idon’t know about this,” I mutter. I’m not sure if it’s to myself or to Danielle, whom I can feel hovering beside me as we look down at the outfit that Volethos brought for me to wear laid out on my bed. I recognize it from the first boutique we stopped at on the space station but had forgotten about it.
“It’s lovely,” she says as she reaches out to gently pet the jeweled tones of the silky fabric. “At least try it on before you throw one of your fits.”
I don’t have the energy to explain that the dress is the lowest on my scale of worries right about now. Although the thought of wearing it is taking me even further from my comfort zone.
After days of fighting for this, now that it’s actually happening, I’m feeling much less sure if this is actually the right thing to do. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I clench my hands to keep from reaching out and balling the dress up. It’s just a costume, I tell myself, looking at the swaths of gold, turquoise, and umber that’s designed to wrap around my body. With a plunging neckline and a slit that goes all the way to my waist, there isn’t much room for underwear.
I don’twantto want to wear it. I’ve never been agirly-girl. Give me some sturdy jeans and a comfortable pair of sneakers any day. But this dress… My hand slowly strokes down the sleeve. It’s made from a silky material that’s softer than anything I’ve ever felt on Earth. Somehow, I just know it will hug my body in a way that I’ll never want to take it off.
What would it hurt to at least try it on?
“I know that look.” Danielle giggles.
It’s just a disguise, necessary to sneak into Kurrahstka’s pleasure house.
“Fuck it!” I sigh and pull my shirt up and over my head.
Danielle squeals beside me and starts handing me the sexiest pieces of underwear we bought, then helps me into the dress. The wrap style and plunging neckline is too low to hide the bra so… with a shrug I slip it back off. One good thing about having small tits is that braless is an option.
“Oh, girl,” Danielle sighs and flutters her fingertips against her lips. “If I were bi-curious, you’d be in trouble right now.”
I step in front of the mirror built into the back of the door and freeze.
There must be a mistake. The person in the reflection can’t be me.
