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Brian had always been a generous man, but
this was more than that—it was gracious and sweet. “Really?” Her heart picked
up as she began to think about new possibilities and returning to something
she’d left behind.

“Yes.” With welcoming arms, he pulled her
into a tight embrace. “Really.”

One thing Brian had failed to ask about was
attire.
What in the hell do I wear to watch my wife pleasured by another
man?
This was likely not a question asked or answered in
GQ
’s
Style Manual
.

Comfort was a concern for sure. Not a time
to be wearing tight-fighting pants. At the same time, he didn’t want to be so
overt about it as to answer the door wearing a smile and boxer briefs. In the
end, he decided on dark-gray pajama pants and a t-shirt. It wasn’t as though
they were going anywhere.

Of course Olivia’s stress over the very
same question was off the charts when compared to Brian’s decision. “I don’t
want to dress too sexy. I mean, I like to dress sexy for you.”

“But this is for me. I’m going to see you
the whole time.”

“I’d rather save the teddy you bought me
for a special night at home. When it’s just the two of us.” She sighed, pulling
the tie of the hotel robe tighter around her waist. “I wish I would’ve known
about this before I packed for our trip.”

Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms
around her as she peered into the closet, seeming somewhat defeated. “Are you
doing okay?” Her skin was powder soft when he pressed his lips to her neck.

She turned and sank against his chest. “I’m
fine. I think I just need to get past my nervousness.”

He was thankful for the absorbency of the
robe she was wearing. His hands were again sweaty. “Okay. Just tell me if you
change your mind. You know what Michael said. Tonight is about you.” Her sweet
smell filled his nose.
Am I really going to let someone else have her? Even
if it’s only for a little while?

“If it’s about me then do I get to decide
what I wear?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Because thinking about this too much
is going to make me nuts.” She padded across the room to the dresser and fished
out her pale-pink silk pajamas. They weren’t formfitting but the way they
grazed her contours was criminal. He knew firsthand the feel of the fabric
against bare skin was out of this world.

“I love you in these. Sexy but not too
sexy. Not that there is such a thing as too sexy.”

“I’m glad.” She dropped the robe to the
floor and stepped into the pants, tying the drawstring waist. “Because I’m
comfortable in this.” Olivia turned and reached into the dresser again, this
time pulling out the very expensive silvery-gray lace bra he’d bought for her
yesterday. “I am going to put this on. Just, you know…” She winked and hooked
the clasp behind her back. “Because I have to sex it up a little bit.”

A knock came at the door and Brian’s heart
began to pound. His eyes flew to the clock on the bedside table. “Shit. He’s
twenty minutes early.” With heavy steps, he bounded across the room.

He threw open the door after he made sure
Olivia had finished buttoning her pajama top.
Carson.

“I have champagne for you, sir.”

Brian stood squarely between Carson’s cart
and the door. “I didn’t order that.”

“It’s a gift, sir. There’s a card.”

“Bri, what’s up?” Olivia called.

“It appears we have champagne.” Brian
plucked the envelope from the cart.

A gift to set the mood. Don’t worry
about saving any for me. Best, Michael.

“Oh hello, Carson,” Olivia chirped as she
set her hands on Brian’s shoulders.

“Ma’am,” Carson said.

“How nice of Michael to do that,” Olivia
said. Tugging on Brian’s arm, she steered him out of the doorway.

The room service cart clunked noisily over
the threshold as Carson entered the room. One heartbeat of a glance at Olivia
and his face was flushed. Again. He watched her every step as she sauntered to
the other side of the room.
Get in line, buddy. Get in line.

“Is there anything else I can bring you,
Mr. Saunders?” Carson asked as he appeared to give in to the fact that he was
working and not being paid to ogle Olivia.

“No. You can leave now,” Brian answered,
boring an imaginary hole into Carson’s forehead with his eyes.

The touch of Olivia’s hand around his
biceps and her hot breath in his ear ended his vengeful thoughts. “Champagne
with my husband. Perfect.”

Brian slapped a five-dollar bill into
Carson’s hand.
She’s mine, Mr. Puppy Dog Eyes.
“You can go now.”

Brian peeled back the foil from the bottle
as Olivia spread her hand across his chest and nudged his ear with her nose.
“You especially excited for a drink?”

She traced her finger down his midline. “I
guess. It’s just…” A half giggle, half purr came out of her. “I think I’m
finally at the point where I’m excited about tonight. I think it’s the pajamas.
They make me feel good.”

With a swivel of her hips against his body,
the silky fabric brushed his forearm. Every damn hair on his arm stood at
attention. And that wasn’t all that was close to being erect. He filled each
champagne flute close to the brim. He handed her a glass and clinked it gently.
“To us.”

“To my amazing husband.” She knocked back a
good glug, but didn’t take her eyes off him. With a deft swoop of her tongue,
she licked a drop of champagne from her lower lip.

Warmth washed over him as she dug her
fingers into his hair and kissed him softly. Her lips were supple in a way that
told him she was eager for surrender. Through his t-shirt, he could feel that
her nipples were hard. The desire to tear away those silky pajamas and take her
right then and there was overwhelming. It was on the verge of consuming him,
but he needed to keep things on an even keel. Michael was supposed to warm her
up for him, not the other way around.

“Liv,” he murmured, pressing his forehead
against hers. “Whatever happens tonight, just know that this is all because you
are the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. I want you to enjoy
yourself. I want you to enjoy how sexy and beautiful you are.” He twined his
fingers with hers. “I want you to give in to pleasure, knowing just how much I
adore you.”

Fighting a smile, she pecked him on the
lips. “As long as you promise to not get jealous, we’re going to do just fine
tonight.” She drained her glass in a long sip. “And after Michael’s gone, I’m
going to make you very happy.”

Now he had to fight the smile. “Promise?”

There was a knock at the door.

“Yes,” she said, reaching for the champagne
bottle. “One last drink.”

Taking a deep breath, Brian strode to the
front door and opened it. Michael was wearing his familiar grin, a feature
Brian remembered countless girls in college swooning over, a smile that had always
seemed to say, “I’m better-looking than you”.

“Hey, man,” Brian said. “Come on in.” He
slipped the “Do Not Disturb” sign onto the doorknob and trailed his friend into
the room.

“Olivia,” Michael said, taking her hand and
kissing it. “You look incredible. I swear you haven’t aged a day since I last
saw you.”

She blushed and caught Brian’s eye, seeming
uncertain as to how much she should react to something like a compliment from
Michael. “Thanks. I try to take care of myself.”

“Well, it’s working,” Michael said. “Your
husband is a very lucky man.”

“Indeed I am.” Brian nodded, watching as
Michael and Olivia made eye contact, both of them standing mere feet from the
bed.

Her nervousness was fading. He saw it. She
was more comfortable. Her shoulders had dropped their tension. The pretense in
her smile was gone. It brought out the most peculiar feeling, from a place near
the pit of his stomach—a combination of territoriality and titillation,
wondering what would come next, including what his own reaction would be.

“So, uh, should we go ahead and get
started?” Michael asked, his gaze roving back and forth between Brian and
Olivia but certainly concentrating on her.

No time like the present.
“Liv? Ready?” Goose bumps popped up on his arms as he waited for
her answer.

“I am,” she said, much more confidently
than he ever would have guessed she would. “I really am.”

Olivia swore she could hear Brian swallow
after she’d given her answer.
Oh shit. I really hope he can handle this.

He stepped closer and went in for a kiss.
“Enjoy yourself, darling. I’ll be over on the couch. Watching.”

So that’s how he’s going to play it.
She and Brian had discussed his physical proximity and involvement
before Michael had arrived. Would he want to be on the bed next to her? Would
he rather play the role of voyeur? He’d made at least one joke about not
wanting to cross swords with Michael. Still, unsure of how he would feel in the
situation, they’d decided he would make what he’d dubbed a game-time decision.

Michael inched closer as Brian sat and
draped one arm over the back of the sofa. Her heart thundered as a rush of
thoughts took over.
Brian is watching. I can feel his eyes on me.
She
set her sights on Michael, starting at his well-made black leather shoes.
Have
his feet always been so big?
She surveyed his lanky legs in a pair of jeans
that seemed to be quite snug in the crotch.
God, he’s hot. I forgot how hot
he is.
Her gaze traveled north, from his trim waist to broad shoulders, all
of it wrapped up in a gray cashmere sweater. He was close enough now that she
could see his chest rise and fall with every breath—close enough to touch.
I’d forgotten about the mole at the corner of his mouth.
Close enough to
kiss
. God, his mouth.

Michael stroked her arm gently, now
standing toe-to-toe with her. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about
what this would be like.” He brushed her upper arm with the back of his hand,
grazing her breast in a way that felt as though she were being touched for the
first time. “You are so beautiful.”

She watched his hand as it traveled back up
her arm, again caressing the side of her breast. Her breath hitched when he
extended his thumb and rubbed her tightly peaked nipple. The instant she looked
back at him, his mouth was on hers.

Olivia tensed. She couldn’t help it.
I’m
kissing another man.
Michael’s arm snaked around her waist and he tugged
her closer. The heat from his chest was another reminder that this was really
happening.
Brian wanted this.
Michael softened the kiss, his wet, hot
lips only gently meeting hers. His tongue trailed along her lower lip and her
defenses dropped. A man who knew to take things slow had always been one of her
weaknesses.

She wrapped her arms around Michael. With
his torso pressed to hers, she felt how taut and hard his body was. His fingers
clutched her nape and she dropped her head to the side. He made his way along
her jaw and down the slope of her neck with delicate kisses that were also warm
and wet. He stepped back and toed out of his shoes, removed his socks.
Clothes
are coming off.
He lifted his sweater and t-shirt over his head.
Clothes
are really coming off.
She hadn’t seen Michael without a shirt in years and
damn him, it was just as impressive now.

“Let’s see what’s beneath these magnificent
pajamas,” he murmured, carefully unbuttoning her top.

Olivia sneaked a peek at Brian. His eyes
were dark and hooded and he’d reclined. He’d even removed his own shirt. The
soft lighting in the room made it difficult to see much more than that. She
returned her focus to Michael, who was now inching the pajama top past her
shoulders. The garment collapsed to the floor.

Michael’s eyes became filled with desire as
his fingers traced the delicate lace edge of her bra. “Damn, you’re sexy, Liv.”
He eased a strap off her shoulder, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
Before she knew what was happening, he pressed kisses to her chest and unhooked
the clasp of her bra, which he quickly tossed aside. “Even better than I
imagined.” With no hesitation, he took one taut nipple into his mouth and
flicked at it with his tongue.

Possessive hands gripping her rib cage, his
hot mouth on her breasts—it all left her overheated and flustered.
Yes. Yes.
She arched her back and closed her eyes as his tongue went to work on her other
breast. Her most base instincts told her to pull him to the bed and let him pin
her down. Her mind told her that such an unchecked show of enthusiasm and lust
would hurt Brian’s feelings. It felt as though she had an unbroken pony, penned
behind stable gates, bucking to break free from her belly.

There was nowhere for her hands to go
except deep into Michael’s thick head of hair as his tongue did things to her
breasts that made her want to bite her own shoulder out of pure need.
Don’t
stop.
Up until that point she’d kept quiet, choking back every
demonstrative thing that sat poised on her lips.
Fuck yes. Like that.
Michael delicately circled her nipple with his tongue, a whisper-thin touch of
skin against skin. It was more than she could take, but Brian’s words came to
the rescue, ringing clear in her head.
Give in to the pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moaned, digging her
fingernails into Michael’s nape. From across the room, Brian cleared his
throat. It was gruff and animalistic, a noise she’d definitely heard from him
before and always when he was really turned-on.

“You like that?” Michael asked. He
straightened and settled his forehead against hers. His breath came in gentle
puffs on her lips.

“I do,” she whispered.

“A lot?” He drew an imaginary line down
through the flat plane between her breasts, moving lower until he reached her
bellybutton. With a gentle tug on the drawstring, her pants gave way and slid
to the floor.

“Yes. A lot. I like it a lot.” The silk
tickled her ankles as she stepped out of the pajamas. A chill ran up her spine
as Michael dropped his chin and admired her from head to toe. She was
completely naked in front of two men at the same time, two men who wanted her.
Badly. It made her nipples hard and pinched, left everything between her legs
impatient as hell. The most liberated, educated parts of her brain knew that a
woman was much more than the sum total of her sexuality. The parts of her brain
that surrendered to the objectification loved having two sets of hungry eyes on
her.