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He held my gaze for a few seconds. Long enough to make me wonder if he was trying to drop a hint. Surely not. I was reading into things.

“Are you implying prostitutes aren’t willing?” I teased.

“You know what I mean.”

I do know what you mean, I thought while laying back in the chair and sipping my wine. I know exactly what you mean, Landon.

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Landon

I didn’t know how the subject of threesomes had come up, but I was surprised with how forthcoming I was with Joanna. I had never told anyone about my threesome. Not even my best friends. I wasn’t the kind of guy who bragged about his sexual exploits, and even if I was, it seemed silly to brag about an event I barely remembered.

But I found myself strangely comfortable with Joanna. I could tell her about my college threesome and it didn’t feel weird. Honestly, I felt like I could tell her about anything and it would be fine. I’d never had that level of comfort with a woman before.

It was probably because I wasn’t trying to date her. She was here to pretend to be my girlfriend, and then we would go our separate ways. If I put my foot in my mouth or said anything else really stupid, it didn’t matter.

Yet the more time we spent together, and the longer we pretended to be in a relationship, the more I wondered if that were really true.

Since the wedding, I’d felt a strange tingle in my stomach when I looked at Joanna. Hell, even when I thought about her. She’d started out as a random woman who I’d made a crazy bargain with, and now…

Well, now I didn’t know what she was.

But she was something more.

We went to sleep after finishing off the wine, with a wall of pillows down the middle of the bed to keep us separated. As I listened to her breathing become steady, I thought about the conversation on the roof. She’d been the one to bring up threesomes. Her eyes had sparkled with a curious intensity when she learned about my experience; I could tell she wanted to ask more questions, but had held herself back.

Was she flirting with me? Was that why she brought up the subject?

That thought process tortured me as I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning facing the barrier of pillows. Joanna’s blonde hair was splayed out in my view like a golden halo. She must have had her ass pressed against the pillows between us, because I could sense it moving gently every time she breathed.

I had a raging hard-on. It was just morning wood, and had nothing to do with Joanna, but she was right there in my vision. I could smell her flowery scent on the sheets, had fallen asleep to her aroma. Without intending to, I began imagining that the pillows were gone. That she was pushing her ass up against my crotch, my arm hooked over her body and holding her close.

Yeah. That would have been nice.

I need to jack off. It had been a little while since I’d rubbed one out, and even longer since I’d been with a woman. My thoughts were clouded. I was letting my little head do the thinking instead of the big one.

Where would I go, though? The bathroom? If I was by myself, sure, but I didn’t want to go do that while she was sleeping in the next room. One, it was creepy. And two, I would be afraid she would wake up and wonder what I was doing.

But I was insanely horny. Maybe I could sneak back to the room later while she was on the beach.

Suddenly, Joanna let out a deep sigh and stretched one arm over her head. She rolled over until she was facing me, then picked up the barrier pillow and lifted it up a few inches until one sapphire-blue eye was facing me.

“Morning,” she said, tossing the pillow aside.

That familiar butterfly feeling in my stomach returned. “Morning.”

“Thanks for not violating the sanctity of the pillow wall.” She rolled onto her back and arched her back like a cat.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“That wine was good last night. I had a nice buzz going, but I don’t feel hungover at all.”

“The manager gave us the good stuff,” I said. “Thanks for almost getting roofied.”

“Glad my horrible experience could result in some fancy perks!” She rested her head back into the pillow, golden hair all messy around her. “You can have the shower first.”

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