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who could set procedures, and the problems could be miraculously over by then. Courtney wasn’t being unreasonable, and he owed her a piece of himself.
    “All right, let’s do it. We can leave early on Saturday morning.”
    She giggled and clapped her hands. “Goody-goody.”
    Seth was inordinately pleased with what the small offering did for her. “I love you, baby.”
    “I love you, too.” She settled back to rubbing his shoulders and neck, working 29
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    on a knot with her thumb. “Okay, so here’s the other part of what I want to do.”
    She paused long enough for him to realize he needed to make a sound. “Uhhuh.”
    “I want to order a . . .” She put pressure on the knot, holding it. For a moment, the pressure point was excruciating, then the pain vanished. The massage, her fingers, hot water, jets, a good merlot, they had their effect on him. His tension drained away. “Order what?”
    “A friend to bring along.”
    Order a friend? He tipped his head back to look at her. She concentrated on his muscles.
    “What friend? And why?” A weird sensation built in his gut, and all the tension came flooding back.
    “Well, not really a friend. More like a courtesan.”
    “What the hell is a courtesan?” Then he remembered Devon and the naughty stories Courtney loved to tell him after the two of them had a lunch or dinner out. “You want to bring one of Devon’s men?” The thought was a punch to his solar plexus.
    “No,” she said gently, as if she were trying to calm the wild beast rising in him. “They have female courtesans.”
    Grabbing her hand from his shoulder, he shifted to face her. “What the fuck, Courtney? Just say what this is all about.”
    “Have a drink first.” She handed him his wine. He eyed her over the rim. “Okay. Explain.”
    She drew in a deep breath, her breasts rising, her nipples flirting with the surface of the bubbling water. “I want a threesome like we’ve talked about.”
    He couldn’t be hearing this right. His wife was suggesting . . . what exactly?
    “This threesome would consist of doing . . . ?” He raised his shoulders in query.
    “Like we talked about.” She concentrated on her wineglass. “She and I do some . . .” She sipped her chardonnay. “Sucking.”
    It should have turned him on. It always did when they fantasized. Reality was a whole different thing. “And?”
    “You can do her for me. While I kiss you. And you can do me while she watches.”
    His goddamn head was going to explode. “And the next time you want to fuck another man while I watch?”
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    “No.” She managed to meet his eyes. “I’d only feel comfortable if we did this with a woman.”
    He didn’t believe her. “I haven’t been paying enough attention—”
    She put her hand over his mouth. “It’s not that.”
    “Then what the fuck?” Maybe he was being irrationally pissed. Most men would jump at the chance if their wife said they could fuck another woman. There had to be a catch, though.
    “We’ve talked about it so much. We should try it. If we don’t like it, we never do it again.” She trailed a hand down his throat to his chest, then lightly pinched his nipple. Damn. Over the years, his wife had learned all the tricks to get him going, now she used them against him. “Just once, Seth.”
    “Why?” In his roiling gut, he surmised it had to be because she eventually wanted to ask for another man. He’d never be ready to watch her fuck someone else. So how could she be willing to watch him?
    “I can’t explain why. Devon asked the same thing, and I don’t have a good answer. I suppose I should, but . . .” She huffed out an exasperated breath directed at herself. “It’s this thing I can’t get out of my head.”
    “Fuck. What the hell did Devon think of all this?”
    “She thought I was crazy.”
    He scraped a hand down his face, wiping away the sweat from the water’s heat. “I can’t believe you told her