for you.”
I was a desperate woman now, focused on this brand new option. “How can you be so certain?”
“Because Finn is obsessed with your pleasure.”
She let that statement hang there in the Vegas air. And I couldn’t unhear it. Couldn’t unthink it. She’d homed in on something so obvious I’d nearly missed it. Finn was indeed obsessed with my pleasure. It was the thing that drove him. Me. He loved taking care of me in bed. Even when he was dirty and dominant, he was always focused on making me feel out of this world.
That’s what he did every night.
And maybe that was the missing piece I needed to have the courage to speak my desires. The reminder that my fiancé was a man on a mission.
His mission was me.
Perhaps I’d be giving him his dirty dreams too—the path to giving me the most pleasure.
“You may be right,” I said as a new land of possibilities opened before me.
“I am definitely right,” she replied with a smile. She spun on her heel, tipping her head toward the club. “Want to go?”
“Yes,” I said and as we wove our way through the casino, soaking in the glamour, the glitz, and the sin, I let myself imagine more specifics than I’d ever imagined before.
I pictured two men I knew—two men who’d take me to the moon and back. One I loved madly and one I knew quite well, indeed.
The idea was more tantalizing than I’d ever imagined.
What a strange and filthy new place my mind was.
And everything felt more possible than it did before we got off to the Penn Badgley lookalike.
It felt possible because I understood that we would both get something out of this. I would get my fantasy and Finn would get the chance to fulfill it.
Was that crazy? Or was it the good kind of crazy?
The line for Edge was long, but Finn called me over to where he stood by the door. The owner, another one of his cousins, let us in. We thanked Brent then headed for the bar, ordering mojitos.
Seconds later, Nina joined us. “I haven’t seen you in soooo long,” she teased.
“I know. Let’s never spend more than eight hours apart.”
“It’s a promise,” she said.
“Yes. Now, I need a gin and tonic.”
“Then, you shall have one.”
We added to the order, and when the drinks arrived, I took the first swallow of my cocktail then tugged Finn closer. I was ready to be in his orbit, not the ones of my friends anymore. I loved my girls madly, but I’d already fueled up from my conversations with them. The different chats with Nina and Kate had emboldened me. I said to my guy, “I know how you love mojitos. Taste it on me.”
He obliged, claiming my lips, sucking on my tongue.
“Don’t let us interrupt anything.” Jake must have just shown up, and his voice thrummed through me, my pulse spiking.
Had his voice always been this sexy?
I broke the kiss, feeling a sliver of guilt. I should be arrested for fantasizing about my almost-husband’s best friend. But truthfully, I knew myself, knew my mind. The fantasies weren’t about Jake—they were about me. About Finn and me, and about our love life.
I’d never entertained dirty dreams of sleeping with other men.
I didn’t even think of Jake that way after Kate had planted the seed.
I only pictured the three of us—or really, the two men servicing me.
All my dreams were of us together. Finn, me, and another man.
I tried my best to table those thoughts as Adam arrived. He and Nina lived in the same building, on the same floor in fact. They’d always had a friendly teasing vibe between them. And fine, maybe I had a little matchmaker in me, but I could see them together too. Except, she’d probably deny it as vociferously as Kate had.
“At last, the party can start. I am here,” Adam said, arms held out wide, like arriving royalty.
“Yes, yes. We wouldn’t deign to start without you,” Nina deadpanned.
“Good answer,” he said with a wink.
“The only answer,” she said and for a second, my mind wandered again to after dark affairs. Nina had talked about fantasies and I wondered if hers involved him at all.
And if his involved her.
Or maybe fantasies were simply on my mind. Adam snagged a whiskey and the six of us toasted to the coming weekend and caught up on work, while I kept my mind on the moment, not on after-dark options.
It worked for a while, and