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“Oh my God.”
Sidnie pokes Elizabeth with her toe. “Come on, spill the beans.”
She laughs. “I can’t.”
“Elizabeth!” Belle protests. “You have to! It’s the rules!”
“Jesus,” Evie says, “don’t tell me. I bet he made you squirt.”
Elizabeth covers her face. “Oh God, don’t.” She lowers her hands, and her face is scarlet. “It just happened one day, and he’s such a kinky bastard, he got all smug and proud of himself, and now he thinks it’s great fun to make it happen.”
“How do you do it?” Belle asks, fascinated.
“You have to massage the G-spot,” Sidnie says. “It helps if you have a full bladder.”
“Don’t tell me, Mack…”
She snorts. “He’s a sexpert in every department.”
“I get so embarrassed,” Elizabeth says.
Sidnie nods, “Yeah, me too. Doesn’t make any difference.”
“These men.”
“I know.”
“Alice?” Belle asks. “Come on, confess. I just know Kip’s got to have a few aces up his sleeve.”
“The second time we had sex,” she says, “he inserted a piece of ice where the sun doesn’t shine.” We all whoop, and she laughs. “I was so innocent,” she admits. “I had no idea men did things like that.”
“I know what you mean,” Belle says. “Damon’s thing is toys. Have any of you got a rose?” Evie and Victoria giggle, and Belle grins. “Looks as if you two have.”
“Magic toy,” Evie says.
“What does it do?” Juliette wants to know.
“It sucks,” Belle says. “I mean, all orgasms are amazing, but the rose…” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m totally getting one of those,” Sidnie says, and everyone else agrees.
“We’ll do a bulk order,” Elizabeth says, and chuckles.
The waiter comes around with a bottle of champagne to refill our glasses, so we fall silent, trying not to laugh as he makes his way around. He’s in his thirties, and quite good looking, and he gives us an amused look as he fills the last glass, then walks away, and we all giggle like fourteen-year-olds.
“I don’t know if I dare ask Jo for tips,” Belle says. “She’s polyamorous and she has a Dom.”
All our eyes widen as she pushes Belle bashfully. “Tell everyone all my secrets,” she scolds.
“Do you call him Daddy?” Catie asks. She reaches for a chocolate. “Saxon likes that.”
“I do,” Jo admits as we all chuckle. “A lot of guys seem to like it. It makes them feel in control and powerful.”
“Do you call Hux Daddy?” Sidnie asks Elizabeth.
“Only when he’s been a good boy,” she says, and winks.
Aroha sighs. “I don’t have any stories to share, sorry.”
