Getting sexy: Obsession / Getting Some / Getting Even

I’m by his side as he spends time shaking hands. He’s already working the crowd like he’s on the campaign trail.

After several minutes, he takes my hand. “I’ve got to escape for a minute.”

He whisks me away. We hurry across the floor of Atlanta’s prestigious Supper Club. It’s a members-only type club, and you have to be invited to join. Of course, on a night like this, anyone able to pay the ticket price for dinner—the proceeds of which go to the Wishes Come True Foundation—is allowed entry.

I’m about to ask Adam where he’s taking me when he opens the door to what looks like a utility room. He ushers me inside.

Before the door clicks shut, he’s pushing my gown up to my waist. “Adam,” I say cautiously.

“I’ve had enough of everyone out there. I want to eat your pussy.”

I open my mouth to protest, but he’s already pulling my panties down. When he flicks his tongue over me, he moans long and loud, like my nectar is the sweetest thing on earth.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

I know there are five hundred guests just outside that door, but I can’t resist my man. And I don’t really want to. I doubt anyone else will venture into this utility closet, so I feel safe.

His hot tongue laves my clit, and now I’m the one who moans. I grip his shoulders to keep my balance.

I’m in the throes of passion when I hear the door creak open. I jump back so fast, I slip and nearly fall.

“Shit,” I utter, trying to right my dress. It’s then that I realize Adam isn’t hurrying like I am. In fact, he’s still on his knees, smiling as he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Adam!” I whisper sharply.

“Relax,” he says, stroking my hand. “I’m expecting company.”

“What?”

“Hello?” someone calls out. A man’s voice.

Now Adam gets to his feet. “Around the corner,” he answers.

My stomach takes a serious nosedive, and my breath leaves me in a rush. “Adam…”

“It’s a surprise, babe.”

Before I can say another word, an attractive white man rounds the corner. A moment later, I recognize him. Jason—the bartender who helped us create our own special drink for our wedding!

“What’s going on here?” I ask. My voice is shaky, and I feel sick. And scared.

“You remember Jason,” Adam answers.

“I remember him, but what’s he doing here?”

Jason moves toward me slowly. His lustful gaze makes me feel dirty. “Think of it as a present.”

My eyes fly to Adam’s. “A present?”

Adam rubs the small of my back. “Uh-huh. It’s okay. Jason enjoys…the lifestyle.”

“The lifestyle?”

“Usually when you swing, you bring a partner, but I was working the bar here—”

“A swinger?” I hiss, glaring at Adam. I look at Jason and say, “Give us a moment, please.”

I take Adam by the hand and pull him out of earshot from Jason. “What the fuck—”

He puts a finger on my lips to shush me. “I thought you wanted to try this.”

“Me? When did I ever tell you that?”

“That night we were at the club. You said you were turned on.”

“With you, yes. But it’s not something I want to try with other people. You want me to be with another man?”

“I didn’t think you were ready to be with another woman. I figured this was safer.”

“Here’s a news flash. I’ll never be with another woman, okay? You’ve been watching too much porn.”

Adam’s gaze wanders beyond me, and his lips curl in a grin. I whip my head around. Jason has his cock out and is stroking himself.

“Oh my God, Adam. He’s some kind of freak.”

“No, he’s just hot for you. He told me that the moment he saw you, he got a hard-on.”

I glare at Adam. “You’ve been smoking up, haven’t you?” Adam doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. I can see it in his eyes. And in this absurd scenario he’s suggested. I can hardly believe that just moments before he gave such an empowering speech.

He covers my breasts, then kisses me. “Relax, baby. You’ve got two guys here to fulfill your every fantasy.”

I don’t understand him. He wants to watch me fuck another guy in this utility room, when there are hundreds of well-dressed, influential people just outside the door?

He nibbles on my ear. “We get married in four weeks.”

“And I don’t want to be doing this kind of shit.” I use a finger to angle his face so that he stares directly into my eyes. “Do you hear me? I am not into the ‘lifestyle’ or ‘swapping’ or whatever you want to call it. I am into you. But I’m not sure you’re into me,” I add, my voice cracking a little.

“Of course I’m into you. Why do you think I want to give you this gift?”

I inhale sharply when fingers skim my neck. I throw a gaze over my shoulder.

Jason smiles as he runs the tips of his fingers down my back. “I love your skin,” he tells me. “It’s so soft.” His hands move lower. “And I love this ass. I wanted to touch you the first moment I saw you.”

I quickly look at Adam. My eyes search his. For what—permission?

“It’s okay.” He plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “You’ll like this.”

Behind me, I feel Jason kiss my butt through my gown. A sexual charge shoots through me.