Page 3 of Tempt Me

“What’s your name?” she asked.

I swallowed the dryness from my throat. “Memphis.”

She nodded as if she expected that to be my answer. “Don’t judge us, Memphis. Finn’s the only thing keeping me married to my boring husband.”

I resisted letting my jaw drop, and as I struggled to comprehend what she’d said, it took all my effort not to ogle them. Instead, I reached for the handle and opened the door.

“See you next time, Memphis,” Finn said.

I walked out their door and floated to my room through an air of confusion and glory.

As I showered, I replayed that woman’s parting comment through my mind. Could sex with another man really be the solution to an unhealthy marriage?

I didn’t think so.

Deep in my heart, I looked forward to falling in love. When I did, that man and only that man would give me mind-blowing sex. And I was going to give him the same.

Especially with everything I’d learned this year. I’d teach him a few moves he’d have never even thought of. I giggled at that wonderful thought as I dried off.

I strode naked across my room, sat on the edge of my bed, and reached for my diary. At the top of the page for the 1st of April, I wrote Finn Hanson - Room 34 - My Kinky Irishman.

As I detailed what I’d witnessed, I realized that watching a couple have sex had taught me a lot. Previously, when I’d had sex with Alexander, my cheating bastard ex-fiancé, we’d nearly always done it with the lights off.

Having the lights on offered a whole lot more to the experience. To see expressions, how bodies moved, and open eyes lost to another world was incredibly intoxicating.

It was a glorious thing to have witnessed a couple having wild, glorious sex.

I pulled on a t-shirt and pajama shorts and as I crawled under the bed sheet and rolled onto my side, I tried to convince myself I would never do anything like that again.

Chapter Two

I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I tugged a chair out from our favorite table at the Blue Haven Cafe. Hovering over the ocean ahead of us, the sun was a blazing white ball and ridiculously hot, given that it was the middle of autumn. The red umbrella above us offered sufficient shade that we wouldn’t get sunburned, and there was a slight breeze coming off the beach that took the edge off the heat.

Lolita had worked my ass off at the gym this morning, and my muscles were already feeling a pinch. Apparently, she was punishing herself for missing our usual gym workout last Tuesday, and I was the collateral damage.

“I can’t believe I missed last week, of all weeks.” Lolly sat and rubbed her delicate hands together. “Okay, I’m ready. Tell me everything, and don’t miss any juicy details.”

I couldn’t believe she’d missed a workout, either. Lolita and I had been meeting at our gym every Tuesday for three years, and that was the first time she’d missed a session. Lolita’s daughter must have been really sick for Lolly to stay home, especially after I’d hinted at my wild romp more than a week ago.

Matt, the waiter, had his usual dour expression as he strolled toward us. He looked particularly lost today. I never understood how he kept his job. If I owned this cafe, I’d have asked him a long time ago to either snap out of his sad-sack demeanor or find another job.

“What would you like?” he said in his uninterested drawl.

“Green tea.” Lolly ordered the same thing every Tuesday. Matt need not have asked.

“I’ll have a skinny cappuccino and a lemon cupcake, please.”

As Matt shuffled away, Lolita shot me her customary disappointed glare at my choice of treat. Everything so far had been typical of our Tuesday morning routine.

“Details, babe; come on before I implode.” Lolly leaned forward on her elbows, and her brilliant blue eyes pierced me with their intensity. “You’ve been acting weird all morning. The suspense is killing me.”

“I haven’t been acting weird.”

“Yeah. . . you have. You’re grinning like a woman on a drug-induced high.”

I tried to stop smiling as I debated which steamy romp to tell her about first. I hadn’t planned to tell her about my last one, which took me so far from my comfort zone that it was a wonder I wasn’t in a straightjacket. But keeping that from her would be impossible. Lolita was a predator when it came to sniffing out the truth.

I decided to settle her curiosity with the sexy encounter that was more mainstream. The other one can wait until I finished my cupcake. Hopefully a sugar rush will have kicked in by then.

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