Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“No problem. I’m curious about this place.” He looks around at the art of dominatrixes that line the deep burgundy walls of the entrance.
Mal excuses herself and tells us she’s going to check in and make sure we’re on the list. She’s been talking about this place for months, and even though I’ve been curious about it, I never actually find myself here before. I definitely didn’t think it would be the first place Tate and I would go as a couple, but he already told me we could leave if I get uncomfortable.
Tate leans over. “You know, if you want to play with other people, you just have to say the word.”
I pull back, my gut twisting. “I don’t want to have a threesome.”
“It doesn’t have to be a threesome. I’m just leaving the option open, so you know you can play in there if you’re curious.”
I wanted to check this place out, but I’m not that curious. He knows this, which only leaves one other option.
“Do you want to play? Is that why you’re suggesting this?”
“No! But I figured I’d give you free rein in here,” he says. “Well, to a certain extent.”
“To a certain extent,” I repeat, dumbfounded. “What does that mean?”
“No fucking other people.”
“That’s it? Like no p and v sex?” My brows shoot up when he nods. “So if someone touches me or goes down on me or vice versa, that’s okay?”
“Sure, why not?” He shrugs.
“Are you into watching? Is that it?”
“I’m not opposed to it.” He turns my body toward him and kisses me. “You’re four years younger than me, babe. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot, but I don’t want you going into this relationship and wishing you’d done more.”
“Going into it? I thought we were already in it.” I pull away from him to put distance between us. “You said, and I quote, ‘I want us to stop fucking around and be exclusive already’ and I agreed, but if you changed your mind or didn’t mean monogamous…”
“I meant monogamous.” He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips. “This is forever, Joss, so yeah, if you want to do those things with someone in here just tonight, I’m okay with it. Do you want to? Are you not okay with me doing something with someone else? Is that what you’re worried about?”
“I mean, I wasn’t.” I tug my hand away again. “But now that you’re saying all these things…”
“Would you be jealous?” He grins. “If you saw me with another woman?”
I chew on that. I’ve never really been a jealous person, and I don’t think we’ve been together long enough for me to care, but I haven’t been put in that situation, so I answer honestly. “I’m not sure.”
I’ve seen him flirt with the women who work at my stepfather’s law firm, and I’ve never cared. But we hadn’t decided to “make it official” then, and even if we were, I don’t think he’d be stupid enough to fuck someone there. I think about the hollow feeling in my stomach last night and become even more confused.
“We’re here!” Olivia says loudly. I walk away from Tate and throw my arms around my best friend’s neck.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you.”
She kisses my cheek and laughs as she pulls away. While she says hi to Tate, I turn to Devon, the guy she’s been sort of seeing. He plays for the Fairview basketball team, but I’m not sure where he and Livie stand relationship-wise. She’s a hopeless romantic, and most of the guys we know seem to just want an easy fuck.
“I’m shocked you guys are here,” Livie says to Tate. “Now that you finally decided to make it official and all that.”
“We have an agreement while we’re in here,” Tate says, looking at me. “Only for tonight, though. When in Rome and all that.”
“Really?” Livie’s brows furrow. She glances over at me, but I have nothing to give her. She must read something on my face, though, because she frowns deeply.
“I think she needs to get whatever is in her system out before I ask her to marry me,” Tate says, smiling.
“To … marry,” Livie sputters, eyes wide on me, then on Tate. “Have you even asked her what she wants?”
“Let’s go!” Mallory says, interrupting our conversation.
She walks over and gives each of us a tiny manila envelope with our name on it. Inside, there are two different color wristbands.
“What? No masks?” Livie asks.
“You want one? They’re optional,” Mal says, turning back to the hostess, who pulls out a silver box and sets it on the table. “The masks don’t mean anything, so you can pick any color.”
Devon grins at Livie as he reaches for two dark purple masks. “We’re doing this.”
“We can stick together, or you guys can go off and play together,” Mallory says. “I’ve heard it’s a great place for couples.”