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any more”—she sighed—“I suppose we could try to find someone else.”
    Not that she wanted to see him do a horizontal dance with anyone else. Adam was the stealth ninja who’d infiltrated her dreams and she wanted to see him naked. That slim butt of his would definitely be a joy to behold. She had a feeling his abs would be pretty well ripped too, if that clingy T-shirt he had on was anything to go by.
    Elliot clasped his hands to his face, then rubbed his eyes. “What the heck came over you last night? You see me kiss someone and now you’re the world’s premier voyeur.”
    She laughed, unable to help it. “Not yet, I’m not. I’m an aspiring voyeur. But you know how to change that.”
    He shook his head, but he was smiling at her.
     
    Becca left Elliot behind in the restaurant, ostensibly so that she could pack up the contents of their room. They both knew that wasn’t really why she’d left.
    There wasn’t much for her to do. The few toiletries and clothes they’d brought could be easily slung into a bag. What she’d actually left him alone for was so that he would have the chance to speak to Adam.
    Perhaps it was wishful thinking on her part to believe that Elliot would broach the subject. Though straightforward in his approach to most things, when it came to sex and his privacy, he could be pretty evasive. The thing was, this wasn’t a situation where drip-feeding someone hints was likely to work. You just had to spit out bombshells like this. Say, ‘My wife wants to watch us fuck’, and hope you didn’t get punched.
    Not that she thought Adam would swing his fists. She suspected that he was more likely to dissolve into laughter, but hopefully, after that, he’d agree. Hell, he’d been prepared to grope a married man in public. Going the whole way behind closed doors for an audience of one wasn’t all that great a leap, even if it was now broad daylight and taking risks somehow seemed better suited to night-time.
    Time—she glanced at the digital clock display on the base of the TV. Nine forty-five a.m.; plenty of time for them to get raunchy. Final checkout wasn’t until three.
    Becca couldn’t recall when she’d first stumbled upon the notion that seeing two men together might turn her on. It had just segued into existence over time, becoming part of her fantasy life. Elliot was not part of that. She’d never invented scenarios around their interactions and didn’t use him as one half of her imaginary pairings. The concept had never occurred to her until she’d seen Adam’s hand on his crotch. Now she wanted nothing more than to see her husband writhe within Adam’s hold. She wanted to see him on his knees sucking cock. The very thought fired up all her senses, so that her taut nipples poked against her top, their outline perfectly apparent. Her womb felt heavy, and, when she wriggled to satisfy the prickle of arousal tormenting her clit, she realised she was more than a little wet.
    “Be brave,” she whispered to Elliot, as though they were psychically linked, hoping to hurry him up. Only, when she heard voices right outside the room, it dawned on her that she wasn’t brave. She flushed with embarrassment and dived into the built-in wardrobe. “Holy shit!” Elliot had genuinely done it. Leastways, he’d invited Adam back to their room.
    “Bec?”
    She held her breath and kept impossibly still as both men walked past her to stand before the bed. The wooden slats in the wardrobe door gave her an ample view of both the banquette and the bed.
    Elliot’s back faced her, while Adam stood side-on so that she could see his pretty mouth curving upward at the corners into a smile.
    “Maybe she’s done a runner,” Adam said in his smooth, deep drawl. “Guess she wasn’t so keen to meet me, after all.”
    “She did want to meet you.” In the glass of the picture opposite, Becca could see the crumpling of Elliot’s brows. It added a certain sincerity to his protest, something