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was feeling rather excited to see it up close and personal. It felt different than Stefan’s and Stefan’s had been way different than Drake’s. Before my husband, I’d only been with one other guy and his had been ... well, his had been unfortunate. This did not feel unfortunate.
    ‘While you take care of that, I have to powder my nose,’ I said. I didn’t really have to powder my nose. I wanted to make sure my panties were straight and my stockings looked good and that I didn’t have any toilet paper stuck to my naughty bits or God forbid, my dress. My cell rang in the short, dark hall to the bathroom.
    ‘Hello?’ I whispered.
    ‘Where are you?’ Jeffrey whispered back. Why was he whispering too? I told him. ‘Ah, shama-lama-ding-dong!’ he cried and I rolled my eyes. I knew where this was going. ‘You will have hot, mad, insane monkey sex with this man before the evening is through,’ Jeffrey said in his best fake psychic voice.
    ‘No shit, Sherlock,’ I hissed, pushing into the rest room. An elderly woman with hair dyed the colour of a brand new penny looked up, alarmed. Then she frowned at me. I smiled and gave her a pinky wave while Jeffrey yammered.
    ‘He’s into something dirty. Kinky, dirty fun is what he wants from you. Mark my words. He’s got something up his sleeve. OK, so I’m lying. It’s in his nightstand.’ He laughed at his own joke and I checked myself in the full length mirror.
    ‘What man doesn’t?’ I growled.
    ‘True, but I sense something that will make even you, my lovely Merritt, go hmm.’
    ‘Hardly.’
    ‘Mark my words. Now I’m off to take your brother to the Pink Elephant.’
    ‘What?’ I yelped and penny-head gave me another glare while she ran a hot pink lipstick over her thin mouth.
    ‘We’re going to–’
    ‘No. Diddling. My. Brother,’ I managed.
    Miss red hair, pink lips yelped and scurried out of the ladies’ room like whatever I had was catching.
    Jeffrey cackled madly and tsked. ‘Merritt, do not be that way. Honey, he’s your brother . Which makes him nearly my brother. That would practically be incest for goodness sake!’ Then he hung up.
    I sighed. Damn, damn, damn. What was I going to do with him? With Jack? With them both? The phone chirped and I read it. Moms (Jeffrey had programmed it). I hit the button to silence it and then turned it off. This night had been enough of a mindfuck. I did not need to add a conversation with my mother to the mix.
    ‘Ready?’ Alan asked, his face aglow with pre-sex expectations. A little shiver ran up my spine as I thought of the orgasms I planned on having at the hands (and lips and tongue and cock) of this man.
    ‘You betcha. Let’s go.’
    ‘You look gorgeous,’ he said, escorting me out.
    ‘Oh, you sweet talker, you.’
    ‘Is this weird?’ Alan whispered, fitting me into the harness. I blinked, considering blurting, yes, it is weird! Of course it is weird! but we’re all weird in some way when it comes to sex.
    ‘Not so much weird as new,’ I said, and then he pulled the strap a bit tighter and the hard rubber knob inside the harness rubbed my clit. I sucked in a breath. OK, so I could get used to this.
    He smiled at me, his face excited but anxious. ‘I like it when you go slow,’ he said to my ear and his hot breath made my nipples spike. A curl of excitement wound around inside my stomach and my pussy grew wetter. I was going to fuck a guy. Me! Merritt Evans! I was going to fuck this handsome, strapping guy with this turquoise-coloured cock. And if I did it right, the ‘pleasure nub’ (as Alan had described it) would get me off. Then he’d fuck me. Apparently, a good dose of dick in the ass turned Alan into a stallion. At least according to Alan. We’d see.
    ‘One more should do it,’ he said. He kissed my ear and then my forehead. His lips found mine and he yanked the belt so that it slid one more notch. The nub rubbed my clit and I felt a flickering in my cunt that meant in no