A Match Made in Vegas Read Online Crystal Kaswell

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It's certainly not the most fucked-up thing I've ever heard, but it's certainly not a fantasy I'd share with friends. I'd worry what they thought of me. But he's willing to share that with me. He trusts me. There's something impossibly sexy about that trust.

"Sometimes, it's not so outlandish. A colleague. An opposing lawyer. A group of young employees. But it's always the same. I fuck someone in front of them because I can. Because I want them to know I'm the one with the power." He sets his cup down and looks me in the eyes. "I don't know if I'd ever try it. I've never invited a third person into the bedroom. I know a threesome is a common male fantasy, but it's never been one of mine."

"It's not a traditional threesome," I say.

"And there's another man. Not another woman. That's not what men are supposed to want."

But he does. That's what he's saying. He wants another man to watch us. At least, in his fantasy life, he does. "Could it be another woman?" I'm not sure why I ask. Curiosity maybe.

"No." He shakes his head. "Ever since Cassie came out, I… I can't think about seeing two women together as sexual. It crossed some wire in my brain."

My lips curl into a smile. "I never got why guys wanted to see girls kiss each other. But, yeah, after that… it didn't just feel odd. It felt wrong."

"It was almost always a man," he says. "Even before that. Sometimes, a lot of times, a woman's ex-boyfriend. I wanted him to see I was a better fuck."

"It is okay to tease you about a massive ego?" I ask.

He smiles with an ease I don't expect.

We have a trust here. A comfort.

We can share what we want without jumping to conclusions.

I like that about him.

I really do.

He continues with a half-smile, "I don't usually want to claim someone. In the moment, or the scene, maybe, but not as my lover." He doesn't usually want it. So he wants it sometimes. He doesn't expand. He continues, "But I want that, a lot. I want to know I'm the best fuck a woman's had. I want to see the evidence on someone's face. Her ex in shock because he's never heard her come like that. Now that I'm older and more experienced, I know it's ridiculous. I know a woman is going to have the best orgasm on her own. But I still want it sometimes."

"And you want the power over someone," I say. "The status. It's common, you know. We all crave the things we tell ourselves we shouldn't want."

"What should you not want?" he asks.

"Besides you?" I ask.

"Now that we've crossed that bridge." He nods.

I want to give myself to him. I want to fall in love with him and make him fall in love with me. That's the one thing I really, really shouldn't want. "I want to play the game you said. To see who can break first."

"When do you want to start?"

"As soon as we finish here," I say. "And we get somewhere our family can't interrupt."

"I know a place," he says. "A club here. It's not open for a few hours. But we could go there. We could fuck in front of a third person easily."

Fuck. "What time does it open?"

"Eight or nine."

That leaves six or seven hours to think about it. "Until then?"

He doesn't ask if that's a yes or a no. He sees it as a maybe, but how could I ever wait six or seven hours to have my way with you. "I have an idea. If you trust me."

"You know I do."

He nods perfect. We finish eating, pay, and drive to the Strip, park in a lot, and walk through the labyrinth of indoor then outdoor hallways to find the pool.

A small, rectangular body of water with a dozen people inside and another dozen sitting around it.

It's not crowded the way other pools are. Because it has a cover charge and a strict eighteen or older age policy.

Because it's a top-optional pool.

And half the women are indulging in their right to do away with their bikini top.

A group that can or cannot include me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Daphne

"This is one of mine," I say. "One I didn't tell you." My eyes stay on the people around the pool. A few couples. A pod of single men staring at a topless woman like they can't believe they're seeing breasts. Three European women sunning on lounge chairs without a care in the world.

His eyes stay on me. I don't even have to look at him to tell. I can feel the intensity of his gaze. The heat. The desire he has for me and me alone.

I've never felt like that with someone else, as if I'm the only woman in their universe. No, the only person in their universe.


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