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  Our five days in New York were a whirlwind. We had sex a hell of a lot, but we also ventured out, truly spending the time considering adding another person to our lives. We were just not sure what it would look like.

  Jack had become a fixture in our life and took us by surprise. He’d joined the military after 9/11, but after physically losing part of himself in the war, he was discharged. He moved to Chicago and worked at a competing law firm. It was odd; he was not a litigator, but we faced off in the courtroom once, and the sparks flew immediately. But he had his own baggage from a war that sent home a person transformed into a different man. PTSD was no joke, and sometimes he’d fling himself out of bed. Once, he clocked Cami in the eye, thinking he was attacking a man with a bomb. The only way he’d ever get rid of us was for him to make the choice. And when he did, he left us shattered.

  We were ready to get home to Chicago and to our girls. But as we waited for our flight home, the vibe of New York was alive, even in the airport. I could people watch all day long, but while Cami was getting us our daily dose of java, I had my email opened on my phone, sending a message to Haven Dorn. She was the concierge of threesomes, making it her mission to find the right fit for us. I was about to hit send when the smell of an expensive cologne mixed with my own. I turned to the side and sitting right next to me was a man around my age. He was what I’d call a silver fox, and, boy, was this man fine as fuck. I had to adjust in my seat to ward the beast of my semi-hard erection away.

  His phone was to his ear, so all I got was his profile. And, it was all I had to see.

  I stared forward and hit send on my email, then pocketed my phone. Looking around, I noticed several empty seats near us, yet he sat right next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Cami with two cups of Starbucks when I waved to get her attention. The man looked at me. “Oh, need me to move to make room for your wife?”

  No, don’t do that, was what I wanted to say. With his face there for my viewing pleasure, I gave him the same smile I offered to anyone I was attracted to. Cami called it my panty-melting smile, though I was sure this man didn’t have panties on. Or maybe he did. Ooh, that was the kind of kink I could get behind.

  “Oh, no need to move. There’s room for her on the other side of me.”

  His smile was a little hesitant at first. It was odd—I knew I was virtually a stranger and maybe he wasn’t the outgoing type like I had been known to be.

  “Um, okay, just let me know if it gets too crowded.”

  No, crowd me all you want, sexy silver fox, was again what I wanted to verbally articulate to this man.

  I turned to my wife with a large smile on my face as I mouthed, “He’s fucking hot.”

  Her nod told me she agreed, and she pulled her phone from her purse. Soon, my text alert went off. I wasn’t sure what my sexy yet kinky wife could be relaying via our phones.

  Cam: Do you know who he is?

  A giggle escaped her mouth as I typed quickly.

  Me: Someone who I want to fuck.

  She out-and-out laughed, and from my peripheral, I saw her chuckle had gotten the silver fox’s attention.

  Cam: Well, shit, now you’ve given me an image I can almost orgasm to. I’ll need to change my panties.

  I silently laughed and then typed my response.

  Me: Mission accomplished. So who is Mr. Sex on a Stick?

  Cami imparted her evil little grin my way but waited a couple of minutes because she was wicked. When I thought she’d hold out the goods until we were on the plane, another chirp beeped from my phone.

  Cam: That’s Miles Sterling.

  The name took a second to register. I turned only to where she could see me, and like a teenage girl, I mouthed, “Oh. My. Gawd.”

  She mouthed back, “I know.”

  Now, my semi-hard became all steel, and I was at a loss for words with this man who was out and proud about his sexuality. Cami and I wanted a commitment, but to be sandwiched between this man and my wife made me want to see if the three of us would fit in the plane’s bathroom.

  Overhead, we heard, “First class passengers can proceed to board the plane.”

  He stood and stopped right in front of us, his gaze bouncing between Cami and me as if he was watching a tennis match. I looked up because how could I not stare at his god-like features. Something witty was on the tip of my tongue when he beat me to the punch. “Now, if you both are done texting and talking about me like horny girls, I think I’ll get on my flight. Glad to have been a form of entertainment for you.”

  I was about to apologize when Cami broke out into a full-out hysterical laugh. He was an asshole. With this realization, my eyes narrowed on his backside walking away from us. My interest was piqued even more. Assholes, after all, were my fucking kryptonite.

  2

  Miles

  I boarded the plane, taking my seat but not before making a very specific request with my stewardess. “I’ll cover their upgrade,” I barked. “Just make it happen.” Pulling out my Visa, she hurried off the plane at my demand. She probably would have laughed at me if I were anyone else, but my name commanded those around me to do what I wanted. I could fly private. My production studio more than had the justification for their own jet, but I also craved some sort of normalcy in my life. This meant interacting with others at times. And today was one of those times.

  The entire first class cabin was empty because I’d bought out all the seats to afford me privacy. The only other person sitting in the back of first class was my huge bodyguard, who went almost everywhere with me. Another stewardess brought me my signature scotch on the rocks as I settled in on the side of the plane with three seats, choosing to sit in the middle. It was my lucky day because not many first class areas had three seats together. The heavens were looking down on me today. And boy did I have a plan.

  The familiar eyes of the man I’d purposely sat close to and his hot as hell wife—who was a bonus having walked up after the fact—looked upon me with confusion. But he said nothing when I began, “I see you got my invitation to join me.” I didn’t move from the middle seat as I directed the pretty curly raven-haired beauty to climb over my body to the window seat. I didn’t miss her fine ass. Nor did her husband miss that I was watching it so intently. He smiled my way. Yeah, I had bet my life they were exactly what I thought they were the second she sat down next to him.

  At first, I thought he was single, but then I saw the ring on his finger hidden in his pants pocket. But the way he reacted to my body assured me I was right. He was into men. It was a sixth sense I had.

  “Listen, about before,” the sexy man began, but I waved my hand at him. I didn’t want him to apologize.

  “Don’t you dare finish your sentence.” I turned to his pretty wife. “Miles Sterling, but I have a feeling you already know this.”

  She extended her hand. “Cami Gregory.” Why was it the second she said her name, I knew it was perfect for her.

  “And your man, does he have a name?”

  I turned to him and winked, and he blushed a bit but only replied, “I’m Dane. Same last name.”

  I shook his hand and held on a second or two longer, and more impressive, he let me. Hell, this couple would look fan-fucking-tastic with me between them as I fucked their brains out.

  “Well, Cami Gregory and Dane same last name as her, nice to meet you.”

  The man, Dane, his mannerisms changed by the second. At first, I thought I wooed him with just my sexual appeal, but the next second, he was standoffish. He’d cross his arms or narrow his eyes at me—oh, and his clenched jaw—I couldn’t miss that.

  Cami, whose black curly hair and cleavage I couldn’t stop staring at, finally spoke. “So, Mr. Sterling, was there a reason you’ve upgraded our flight?”

  The intensity of her husband’s eyes bored through my head. “Funny you ask, Mrs. Gregory. You two were very interested in me, and I felt tit for tat is only fair, right?”

  Bright as the sunset, Cami’s smile emerged on her face like the large star was a part of her. I could stare at her beauty for days. Her ivory skin was just part of the goods I wanted to sample. And I should have but fisting her hair around my hand was certainly high on the list, too. “I guess, but you upgraded us and paid our way, so surely, it wasn’t worth all this effort.”

  Arching my lips, I began to explain a little about me. “I take what I want. I learned a long time ago not to make apologies for the person I am. Some may say I’m an asshole …”

  “You don’t say?” The snide comment from the man next to me was met with his loud and deep chuckle. Twisting my head toward him, I planted a little smirk on my face, meant strictly for him.

  “Aww, he actually does speak more than just a couple of words.” Leaning back, in order to talk to them both, I continued. “So we’ve established that I take what I want. This world hasn’t given me anything I haven’t earned. And because of that, I learned many years ago to live how I live—again, I have no apologies.”

  “So you take … are you taking from us?” Dane’s abrupt words stopped me when I guessed what was a confidently decisive smile stretched across his full and almost pouty lips. His deep brown eyes that matched his dark brown hair connected with my own eyes, and I knew it wouldn’t be hard to get lost in them.

  I needed my answer to be clear, yet I wanted this couple more than I’d wanted two people in a long time. “You, my good sir, asked a very wise question,” I began, but I wasn’t breaking our direct eye contact when I continued. “I’ll take what you are willing to give.” I raised one eyebrow when soft hands reached for mine. Turning my body toward the beauty next to me, I felt her long, ivory fingers touch my calloused ones. Such contrast, like with this married couple. I’d already watched her fine
ass and though she was on the shorter side, her legs looked as if they went on for days. All these beautiful features incited my next words. “I bet your fingers are like your legs. Long and lean and soft to be between.”

  I twisted my body toward the man who’d been fairly quiet. “That is, if you give me permission to do more than just talk to your beautiful wife.”

  His own lips parted, running his tongue over them. “I thought you took?”

  Ah, a cocky man who could challenge me. Yeah, I had a thing for them. “True, but there are lines I won’t cross, and flirting with a married man’s wife without permission is one.”

  He grabbed my scotch and took a sip. “Kind of like drinking your drink?” he mentioned. This man was an adorable asshole, too.

  “Oh, the places we can go,” I began, and hearing a little giggle behind me, Cami had gotten my reference to the Doctor Seuss line. “Hell, we can have so much fun together,” I replied, taking the scotch from his greedy hands. “So, permission—yes or no?”

  “Well, answer me this? What are your intentions?” This was an adorable asshole who was straightforward. This man was handmade for me.

  Tipping my scotch back, I emptied my glass. I lifted it in the air as the stewardess was at my beck and call. “Could you get a scotch for this handsome devil?” I pointed at Dane. “And a vodka and tonic for this gorgeous beauty next to me.”

  “Um, actually …” Cami began like she was going to change the order.

  “Oh, Curly Sue, I’m ordering. No changes.” Dane let a little chuckle drone from his sexy mouth, and when I turned, his Adam’s apple was bobbing as he swallowed.

  “Sorry, intentions. Okay, I’ll answer this now. If I’m not wrong, I’d say you both want a little bit of me. Right?” I looked at Cami, and she nodded her head with a very decisive yes, her delicate fingers still holding my hand. Peering at Dane and his Adam’s apple, my once semi was now ready for the both of them.

  “You’re not wrong.” Dane confirmed my suspicions. “So, yeah, you wanted my permission to flirt with my wife, you got it, but you mentioned tit for tat? What do you want from us?”

  I lifted my hands over both of their backs, bringing them close to me so they understood my intentions crystal clear. “I want to be placed between the two of you the second we get to my apartment in Chicago.”

  The stewardess was back with our drinks in a jiffy, but after we settled, my hand began to do what I’d wanted to since sitting down next to him. I moved it to Dane’s crotch and worked my hands underneath Cami’s skirt. “And this will give you a preview. Tell me to stop and I will without any questions.”

  3

  Cami

  His fingers traveled up my thighs, and I noticed his free hand wasn’t actually free. He was right at my panties when Dane reached over to remove his hand from my body. “That’s enough show and tell for now.” Oh, had I mentioned how my husband’s kryptonite was a hot asshole? But hell, he could bring out the same character trait in his own self just as well.

  “So what’s next?” Miles asked as the stewardess brought us our drinks. What should I do with this fucking vodka and tonic since I won’t be drinking it? Miles must want to show his big balls, his dominance. Watching these two spar would be sexy, in and of itself.

  It was the first time I noticed we were the only ones in first class, besides a large man in the back, who I assumed was his personal security. I couldn’t imagine a man who garnered media attention like Miles Sterling had, would be by himself often.

  Dane’s response took a longer while, playing the who could come across in a more dominant way sort of game. My husband attempted to push this man’s buttons.

  “Okay, I’m not used to asking twice, but you two are fucking adorable, and I want to fuck you both, so I’ll try this again, just this once. What’s next?”

  Dane was in negotiation mode, emptying his scotch and reaching for my vodka. He knew I wouldn’t touch the poison, not after Levi and he got me drunk with vodka and OJ the first time we met. Bastards—but they were the bastards I fell in love with.

  This stalemate reminded me of the early days with Jack, our second committed triad. With both men natural born negotiators, they could get down and dirty in a heated discussion. I’d sit back and watch, knowing the sex along with the connection the three of us shared would be off the charts. But unlike the famous actor, Jack was more accommodating, folding early—wanting to get to the fun part of the night.

  “I think it’s a hard pass for us. But we appreciate the invite and the upgrade.” What the fuck was my husband doing? However, I always followed his lead. And it occurred to me, what we realized in New York was that we missed being part of a committed triad. Miles would be fun in bed, but his intentions meant one night was all it could ever be.

  In the hour we’d been near this man, his response was typical. “No skin off my back.” He called for the stewardess again. “If I’m not getting laid, I might as well get drunk. You two in?”

  Dane nodded in agreement when I made my own intentions clear. “As long as you don’t force a vodka tonic down me.”

  “Sure, Curly Sue, what will it be?”

  I instantly warmed to his little nickname for me. My curls were something many didn’t miss. I bypassed him altogether, telling the stewardess, “A rum and Diet Coke.” She nodded, and before we knew it, five drinks later, we deplaned with a simple thank you to the eccentric movie star and went our separate ways—all of us very drunk.

  The forty-minute Uber ride from Chicago-O’Hare gave me time to sober up before I was thrust back into the mommy role again. It’d only been five days, but I missed my two little spitfires.

  We pulled up to our little suburban home. It wasn’t huge, and we’d always planned on moving when Jack was a part of our lives. All three of us had made good money as lawyers, but Dane and I had a shit ton of student debt. This was a good starter home, and we’d bought it before meeting Jack. Dane and I were already legally married, but Jack was every bit a husband to me as Dane was. He became a part of our lives in every way, moving in with us six months later.

  Between Maggie and Bridget’s birth, we’d discussed looking for a bigger home. I wasn’t working, but both Dane and Jack were junior partners in their respective law firms. But then Jack started to drift away from us, and soon, none of us were willing to take the huge leap on a new house.

  As I looked at the home Dane and I built, it was an expression of our lives together. I’d worked hard on the flowerbeds, though you couldn’t tell with it being the end of January. Dane was obsessed over the grass and mowed it just right to have even lines throughout the yard.

  But on the inside of the house, that was where the heart was. It was where our babies were, and I couldn’t wait to hold them.

  The second we were through the door, my monsters came running at me through the long hallway separating the foyer from the living space. Maggie was in the lead with Bridget following everything her big sister did. A tired Sandra was heading up the rear. “Ah, sis, you look exhausted,” I teased. Her normal perfectly maintained and manicured self was completely disheveled.

  My best friend, the one I shared a womb with for nine months and a bond with since birth, was as different from me as night and day. She was a ginger with freckles and an attitude to accompany the red hair. Where she was very curvy, I was a flagpole in comparison. She was taller, and I was barely five feet. She normally looked as though she was ready to walk on the red carpet, whereas I spent my days in comfortable clothes playing Barbies and Polly Pockets. The only thing we shared was the same pale Casper skin tone that both my children seemed to have inherited.

  And since she didn’t have kids, she was my go-to babysitter when we needed to get away.

  Dane had both girls in his arms, carrying them back down the hallway into the living room. “You know I love those girls more than anything in this world, right?” my sister asked.