“Oh, but the stripper poles areverybusy.”
“Well, yeah. Everything’s covered in black light paint. It’s more fun.”
“Do you go twirling on poles sometimes, Ben?”
“Not anymore. It’s hell on my old man's back.”
They eventually found a giant armchair in an alcove that looked like it had been refreshed by a hostess on her way by with a lint-roller and fabric spray. Benson flopped down on it before Eden crawled on and practically lay on him, both of themlaughing because of how impractical it felt to fool around like this.
“Reminds you of something, does it?” Eden teased when she realized he was a little hard in his pants.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, remember? When youmademe your date at a certain orgy? And we fooled around until we couldn’t go anymore?”
“With the other guy you’ve been seeing.”
“Yup. His codename was Neal. Does that ring any bells?”
“Not at all. At least I wasn’t named Neal. Turns out there are worse names than Bryce.”
“There’s a part of me that will always remember you fondly as Bryce, Ben.”
“Please don’t. Bryce is for guys your age, not mine.”
“If you say so,Bryce.”
He pulled her deeper into his magnetic embrace. “Speaking of that time, though…”
“Only a little over a month ago, by the way.”
“…We should have a genuine chat about how we see our relationship playing out. Sexually, I mean. Keep it casual for the club.”
He might as well have smacked her on the face with how out of nowhere that was. “Excuse me, sir?” She pushed herself up, halfway to straddling his waist with her back to the club. “You wanna talk about our sex life right now? In a perfectly sophisticated place like this?”
“Seems pertinent,” he said with his hands gesturing to how she sat on him.
Uh-huh.“You just wanna have sexy talk so you get hard and want to fuck me in one of those back rooms.”
“I don’t need dirty talk towantto do that, sugar. I’m already there. Just waiting for my body to catch up.”
Uh-huh!Eden gently ground her hips against his as she stacked her hair on top of her head to give him a better view of her physique in her little black dress. “So, what do you want to talk about, stud?” She dropped her hair over her shoulders. “What kink do you somehow have yet to reveal to me?”
He smiled as widely as he dared, but not a single sound came out of his throat until he spoke. “I’m an open book. What you’ve seen is what you get. Honestly, I was hoping to talk aboutyourdesires.”
“Hmm? Really?”
“Yes.” His hands cinched around her waist, making Eden fall forward until her face hovered over his. “I remember how eager you were at that party. You went a bit feral when I informed you that there would be more than just me that night.”
She unexpectedly giggled.So much for acting aloof.“That’s right. Youinformedme.”
“Because I like sharing.”
But your ex-wife didn’t like being shared.Eden had been putting those pieces of his marriage and its inevitable downfall together.Poor thing.It must have been shocking to hear that one’s husband had a threesome kink. No, not that kind. The kind with a different porn category.He wanted to watch her be with other men. He wanted to share her with other men at the same time.Eden shivered in delight at the possibilities that brought, but that was when this relationship with Benson was new, and the cards were on the table. Someone like his ex-wife probably felt blindsided long after the kid was born and their bedroom had become duller.
Would that be them one day? Was it a foregone conclusion? Or were Benson and his ex just not compatible enough?
“Do you like being shared, angel?”