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“That’s easily fixed.” I downed the rest of my drink.

He smiled, and I almost felt sorry for leading him on. He had that wholesome look about him. Not a man who picked up random men to fuck, but one who wanted marriage, kids, and the minivan to go with the picket fence. But that might be exactly the reason he would enjoy what I would propose tonight.

Lance signaled the bartender and asked him to bring me whatever I was having. He ordered a vodka tonic for himself. Would that have been his drink of choice if I hadn’t been around, or was he trying to impress me? I would have pegged him for a wine guy.

“So do you live around here, Lance?” I asked and sipped from my drink. “Or are you on the island for a short time?”

“Short time. I live on the mainland, though. Around Launder Hill. Are you from around here?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m from Ohio. Just here for the weekend.”

“Are you enjoying the island? I can show you around tomorrow.”

“That’s really sweet of you.” I dropped my hand from the bar and walked my fingers up his thigh. His muscles tightened under my touch.

Was Sully already getting hard?

“In what other ways are you sweet?” I asked. “They say the shy ones are quite wild behind closed doors. Are you?”

His cheeks went red, and he took a gulp from his drink. He was the kind of guy I would have ensured had an extra special time when they paid me for sex.

“You can find out.”

“And if I want, where do you propose to take me?”

“Anywhere you want. Perhaps back to my suite or where you’re staying.”

I leaned forward into his space while I continued walking my fingers up his thigh and toward his groin. The material of his jeans stretched tight in this area. He panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Maybe I have a different proposition for you,” I said, moving in for the kill. I brushed his erection, and he groaned.

“What proposition?”

“The way I see it, you can either turn me down and go back to your cold room alone with nothing but your hand and the memory of how badly you wanted to fuck me to keep you company.” I pulled my hand back from his crotch and picked up my drink.

“Or?”

“Or you can join me and my boyfriend in our beach house and get your spank material in the flesh.”

He frowned, some of the light in his eyes dimming. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple, really. My boyfriend and I are into people watching us as he fucks me. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to touch either of us, but watching can be a hell of a lot of fun too, don’t you think?”

His mouth bobbed open, but no sound came out. Sully got to his feet, then bridged the gap between us. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I tilted my head back to give this guy a trailer to our show.

Sully caught me by the neck and lowered his lips to mine. Sully’s tongue tangled with mine, and his free hand dropped between my legs. From our position, only Lance could see where Sully’s hand was, stroking my erection.

“Holy shit,” Lance choked out, blinking fast. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was with someone.”

Sully released my ravaged lips. “There’s no need to be sorry. This is both our idea.” He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Umm, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to that.” Lance shook his hand, though. “This is weird.”

“It’s as weird as you make it,” I said. “Sully and I don’t have a problem with it. You’d just be our audience of one.”

“All I’d do is watch?”

“I understand if you have something better to do tonight than see me fuck this one’s hot little ass.”


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