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Isobel laughed, surprisingly not disagreeing with him, and her hand briefly pressed against my thigh as she rose from my lap. “I have always wondered what it was like to kiss a man with a beard.”

What?

“Ah, so is that your fantasy then, Bel?” Hutch laughed, pressing his shoulder into hers briefly while she perched herself on the cushion next to him. “Being taken by a roguish bearded man?”

“Not exactly.” The shyness in her voice attracted my attention, and I sat up straighter, watching her expression better as she glanced at my twin out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh, sounds like there’s something you’re hiding. Maybe there are a few kinky fantasies in there, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“So, you’ve never kissed a bearded man…” Hutch mused before he lifted his hand to her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. Isobel hesitated, freezing when her eyes found mine over his shoulder. I knew I should put a stop to his flirting, but she didn’t look uncomfortable with his touch. “What other fantasies do you have? What have you always wanted to try but never had the opportunity to ask for?”

Isobel continued to stare at me over his shoulder, her eyes darting across my face while she licked her lips.

“Tell him,” I commented quietly, wanting to know what she desired. “I’d like to know too.”

“I’ve…” Her neck flexed as she swallowed, licking her lips again quickly before her eyes slipped closed. “I’ve fantasized about what it’d feel like to be with two men. About being watched.”

“Now we’re talking,” Hutch laughed, his voice laced with amusement. “I think I need to hear more about this fantasy of two men. What about you, Ad? Do you want to know more?”

I did.

Rising from the chair, I walked around the end of the couch, taking a seat on the other side of Isobel.

I could sense she was nervous, but with the way she’d kept glancing at me with wide eyes, and then darting back toward Hutch, I knew she was thinking hard about something.

An irrational flare of jealousy tore through me at the thought of another man running his hands along the curves of her body. But if she wanted to fantasize about it, who was I to deny her?

“Are you comfortable sharing this with us?” Hutch asked as I placed my hand on Isobel’s thigh, hers immediately covering mine. She hesitated for a moment. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, but I think you have both of us intrigued by your little confession.”

“I’m just curious about the fantasy of it all. I don’t think I could ever do it in real life, but thinking about it…” Isobel shifted, turned toward me, and looked up into my eyes. I still couldn’t get over the fact that this fiercely independent—sexy as hell—woman wanted me. That she’d welcomed me into her life, and her mind and her body…and I hoped her heart. “Thinking about it excites me.”

“What about it excites you?” he asked again. “We don’t have to talk about specifics, but I can give you an idea of how fantasy play is a big part of the lifestyle. You up for that?”

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Adrian leaned back, his eyes serious while he stared at me, his thumb slowly stroking my cheek while they waited for my answer.

“Yeah, I think I am.”

“It’s all about enacting a scene,” Hutch mused a few moments later. “Part of being an effective submissive or an effective dominant is learning how to immerse yourself in the role. I once heard a creator refer to it as Fuck Larping. And he was a fuckin’ genius. It is like live-action role play, but sometimes you’re naked. And the props are made for a different kind of pillaging.”

Adrian laughed at his brother’s dramatic delivery, but his humor helped take the edge off my nerves. I’d never done anything like this—talking openly about sex with men, much less the kind of sex Frances engaged in with Dominic and her clients in this book. It was intimidating to think people in real life had those kinds of experiences. People who actively brought their fantasies to life.

Of course, I’d talked about scenes with my authors, but that was all another type of fantasy with people that weren’t real. As much as they could move people emotionally, and sometimes in a more carnal manner, the book boyfriends that came out of my author’s heads weren’t real.

“Which brings me back to this book and your questions. While it is written in a very emotional and tension-filled way, your writers pretty much nailed the kink part. Fanny makes people’s fantasies a reality, and to a certain extent, that’s what most people strive for in their lifestyle. Expressing and embracing what people really want. Making the fantasies other people only daydream about a reality.”

“But doesn’t that complicate their real lives?” Living in a fantasy world all the time wasn’t practical. “You can’t live in your fantasies.”

“Says who?” Hutch asked, turning toward me.

Warm breath fanned across my shoulder, and I shuddered when Adrian’s warm voice was in my ear. “Being with you is my fantasy.”

Fire raced through my veins at his low declaration, and I let out a tiny moan, unable to control my reaction to him. Hutch watched my face as his brother kissed the side of my neck, curiosity in his gaze. It almost felt like Adrian was marking me, but I wasn’t opposed to him making his claim on me known in front of his brother. Again. He hadn’t exactly been subtle at the baseball game either.

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