next to me, and Eric takes a seat opposite us. I can’t look at his face, so I keep my eyes on my glass. The bar is almost empty—everyone is on the patio, taking advantage of the warm weather. Reggaeton is playing on the speakers, the music loud enough that nobody can overhear our conversation unless they’re right next to us.
“What’s there to discuss?” My voice is high with nerves. I’m in over my head. This is so outside my comfort zone. This is insane. I should—
No. I’m not going to chicken out. I’ve done the safe and predictable thing all my life. This time—this one time—I’m going to take a walk on the wild side.
“What’s off-limits?”
“Off-limits?” My brain is refusing to work because I have no idea what Hunter’s talking about.
“In your fantasy, you’re naked and grinding on one of our laps,” he says patiently. “Are we allowed to touch you?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
“Touch your breasts? Suck your nipples?”
“Yes.” I feel breathless. Thank heavens we’re sitting down; my knees are wobbly, and I don’t trust them to hold me up.
“Your cunt?” Hunter’s eyes spark with arousal. “Can I stick a finger inside your cunt?”
My face is on fire. “Yes,” I whisper.
Eric pounds back his drink.
“What about penetrative sex?” Hunter’s gaze never leaves mine. “Are you okay with that?”
I shiver. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. I can’t believe I’m sitting here, with my coworkers only a few feet away, and discussing the specifics of my fantasy. “If it’s with a condom, then it’s on the table, yes.”
He didn’t expect me to okay that. For a fleeting moment, he looks taken aback. He reaches for the pitcher and refills his glass, his hand unsteady. “Oral? Giving and receiving?”
I don’t know myself anymore. It’s like I’m a different person around them. My nipples are erect, and I’m wet, slippery with desire. This conversation—this matter-of-fact discussion about my limits—should embarrass me. Instead, it’s turning me on.
I do my best to match Hunter’s tone, calm and unfazed. “I’m good with both.”
“There are two of us in your fantasy. Two penises. How do you feel about a combination of oral and penetrative sex?”
It's like he reached into my mind and plucked that fantasy from my brain. “That’s acceptable,” I squeeze through stiff lips.
Eric finally breaks his silence. “Anal sex,” he grinds out. “Yay or nay?”
Does that mean he’s considering it? Goosebumps rise on my skin. The way he’s looking at me—there’s boiling lust in his gaze, but there’s something else in his expression. Something darker.
I should back out of this. I already know I’m not going to. The moment for running away is long gone. Whatever happens, I’m going to see this through.
“I’ve never done it before,” I murmur.
“Are you interested in trying it?” Hunter asks.
I hesitate. “Maybe. I don’t know.” What’s the term that Fiona uses? “Anal’s not a hard limit.” I squirm in my seat, my muscles clenching in need. I’m so wet. So aroused. If either of them as much as touches me, I’m going to explode. I turn to Hunter. “I know you like kink. Is this going to be boring for you?”
He laughs disbelievingly. “Dixie, I’m so hard that I’m seriously contemplating going into the men’s room to take the edge off. I’m not a germaphobe, but even as a teenager, I’ve never jacked off in a public washroom.” He rests his hand on mine. “Trust me, I’m fine.” He looks up at the other man. “I’m in if Eric’s in. Eric?”
16
Eric
What the hell am I thinking?
I don’t care about anal sex. I mean, anal’s fun and all that, but of all the thousands of things I could have said, that’s the question I asked her?
My emotions are all over the place. I’m a little bit jealous that Hunter and Dixie had what seems a very intimate dinner. I feel left out. That’s insane. I should stay away from Dixie.
But God, when she told me her fantasy…
I should say no. This is too complicated. For starters, we work together. I’m supposed to help Xavier find his next COO. Sleeping with Dixie would be a serious conflict of interest.
Then there’s the ghost of my wrecked relationship with Cici. When she said she wanted to try kink, I’d been thrilled. I’d been eager to show her around my world. Happy she was willing to explore, certain we could find enough to turn us both on.
But I discovered that Cici thought of BDSM as something you did before you were married. You