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All of that is beside the point. Maybe I should have told Cannon what I was doing, but I wouldn’t have been on this website if Cannon hadn’t changed. I wouldn’t be driving myself crazy, looking at every possibility to explain what had been going on and how to fix it, if things were different, if they were how they used to be.But the truth of the matter is, I’ve snooped on his phone and laptop, making me just as guilty as he is for being on mine. He hasn’t done anything I haven’t. At least I don’t think he has until I sit down in front of the laptop and notice a typed message that is waiting to be sent.“What are you doing?” I yell. “God, Cannon. What were you thinking, trying to message them? You weren’t even going to pretend to me be.”“I read some of the other messages, Piper. Isn’t this what you want? To set something up?”“No,” I tell him as I erase the text from the message and then close out of the program. “We’re not swingers. What I’ve been doing…it isn’t what you’re thinking
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She knew so much because I used the same screen name on the forum as I did on the website, not thinking I’d actually use the profile on the swinger site. It was only there, so I could look around—not because I wanted to find a couple to play with, but to help me gather information. But, now, my mistake has caused an even bigger problem.“I sent her a picture of us. She asked. I felt like I had to because I’ve seen them. You saw the comments; she wants you. Maybe you want her, too, now that you’ve seen her.”“Tell me you don’t want him,” he says. “You’ve been all over their profile. Unless you’re suddenly into chicks, it has to be because of him.”I could lie all I wanted, but the proof is in the numbers. There’s no denying the fact that I have been drawn to this couple—the sexy, bearded man next to the beautiful blonde—from day one.“It doesn’t matter, Cannon. Not unless you want to actually swing. Do you?”He runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his sunglasses. I wish he’d t
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WestI’ve started a routine. It’s nothing like the daily shit I had to do during hockey season. Not even close. That’s because there aren’t any trainers telling me how many pounds I have to bench or any coaches yelling at me to pick up my pace on the ice. My agent isn’t nagging me about negotiating an endorsement contract or when I have to be at a photo shoot or what restaurants are paying me to show up and eat or what kind of car I have to be seen driving. This new routine begins when the sun peeks through the windows of our bedroom. I lace up my sneakers, throw on a pair of shorts, and hit the beach for a run.Tilly always talked about the weather in Florida and how much she missed it. Now, I know why. It’s the middle of winter, and it’s so warm, I don’t even need a shirt. I let the morning sun beat down on my New England skin, that has a pretty decent tan already.There typically aren’t many people out on the beach this early. I only pass a few, all of them doing the same thing I a
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He shakes his head. “I wanted to speak to you first, seeing as you’d be the one paying for it.”If Tilly married someone who couldn’t afford a cash buyout, I wonder if this conversation would be going a little differently.“I’ll talk to Tilly,” I say. “If she’s interested, we’ll go from there.”“I appreciate it, West. And it’ll be a fair price; don’t you worry.”I’m not worried.Nor am I interested.Tilly quit her job a few months after we started dating and hasn’t worked a day since. At this point, I can’t picture her standing at the tiki hut, renting out Jet Skis for the day. But, if that’s what she wants, she can have it.“I’ll get back to you,” I tell him, taking a few steps away.“We’ll be grilling some steaks Saturday night if you’d both like to join us. Not sure if my wife has mentioned that to Tilly yet or not.”For the last week, Tilly’s been reminding me every day what she wants to have happen on Saturday night. It’s not dinner with her family. It’s when she hopes I’ll be fu
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I shouldn’t be this turned on when we’re on the verge of a serious conversation, but I can’t help it. The entire four years of our marriage, even while we’ve been struggling to connect, we’ve never gone five days without sex. Not even when Cannon was out of town for work. Those nights, we had some of the hottest phone sex. The memory alone makes me squirm.“What do you want, Piper? Tell me.”“Talk to me,” I tell him. “You promised you’d try to fix this, but I feel you slipping further away. I’ll give you anything.” Before he looks away, I see the guilt in his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, Cannon. This isn’t about the website. I haven’t been on it—the forum either.”“But you would give me whatever I wanted. I know you would. Yet I can’t do the same for you.”“What can’t you give me?” My voice is panicked. I know it is, but I feel like he’s on the verge of saying something that I need to hear. “It’s just you and me, Cannon. It’s always been us. Nothing else matters anymore.”Shaking h
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“Two queen-size beds,” the guy behind the desk says. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a king?”“I prefer the queens,” Tilly says.He nods, still looking at his computer. “Your reservations show that you’ve requested adjoining rooms with the Pussleys?” He finally looks up, his expression much more serious than I expected.Tilly glances back at me and chews the corner of her mouth. She’s looking for a reaction, and she’ll get one. The second we’re alone, my hand will slap across her ass.She’ll like it.But, fuck, I will, too.“That’s correct,” she says.He places a key in front of her. “Room six-three-four. The elevators are around the corner.” He points to the right. “If you remove anything from the minibar, you will be charged whether you drink it or not.”“Got it,” she says. “Thanks.”We turn toward the elevators, and the door slides open as soon as Tilly hits the button.As we step inside, she takes out her phone and checks the screen. “The Pussleys are already here.”“Nice.
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But, when sex is what keeps you together, you just know that, at some point, it’ll wear off, regardless of how much swinging we do or how many times I watch her eat out another chick.From this angle, I can’t see the woman’s face, so I move closer to my wife and look through the opening of the doorway. “Hey, I’m West.”Those lips.Those perfect teeth.Holy fuck.It’s her.The runner.And the reason she looked familiar the first time I saw her on the beach is because of the picture my wife had shown me of her.There’s that smile again, bigger than the last one she gave me. Those lips are the ones I dream about sticking my dick between.Oh, this is going to be fun as hell.“Piper,” she says, shaking my hand. Not breaking contact, she points to the guy next to her. “And this is my husband, Cannon.”She finally releases my hand, and he grabs it. His grip isn’t as strong as I thought it would be. Not weak, just a little more touchy than I like.“It’s nice to meet you, West.”The room goes
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But I’m right.I’d recognize that smile of his anywhere. The one he reserves for me every morning as he passes me by. West hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing.Tilly lets go of Cannon’s hand and says, “Our room or yours?”I look to Cannon for an answer, but he’s busy eyeing West.Cannon’s struggling—at least, I think he is. I hate that I can’t get a read on my own husband. But that’s just how he’s been lately. I remind myself that he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be.“I thought…I mean, I guess I thought we’d talk or something first,” I tell Tilly with a voice full of nerves. “I’ve never—we’ve never done this before.”“You mean, about the rules?” Tilly questions.“That’s a good idea,” West says, agreeing with us both. His voice is as sinful as the rest of him. And then he goes and licks his lips, and I almost fall to his feet. “Come sit with us,” he says.Cannon places his hand on the small of my back and ushers me through the door. His eyes sweep acro
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