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Cillian turns in my hold to look back at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry her.”

We all laugh as I enter a dark hallway, black key card in hand. My thumb slides over the shiny blue letters on it.

Room 201, Liquid Dream.

Chapter 42

Nessa is rarely nervous, so when she leads us down a hall, I am surprised to find I have not been down before, my nerves begin to get the better of me along with her.

While I am typically confident during sex, some of the things here at the club intimidate me. I did not come into adulthood when kink and fetishes were talked about or explored without a lot of judgment, and even then, it was rare.

I know Nessa though, the things she likes and dislikes. So I hope that whatever is behind that door is something we will all enjoy.

Most people think I am a composed man who leads, but they would be surprised to find that with those I care deeply about, I actually prefer to step back.

I have ruined too many relationships in my life by taking charge where it was not needed or wanted. So with Nessa, I am patient in learning all of the things she cares about and careful to give them to her in ways she is receptive of. I am also careful to not overstep and let her lead.

Which is why, my nerves settle when Nessa turns to us before opening the shimmering blue door in front of us. Because I can see clear as day that this is what she needs. It’s what she wants, and she is about to ask us to be part of it.

“What are you waiting for,Lisichka?” I ask, running a finger over her exposed arm. She shivers, exhaling a shaky breath.

“If the room is too much or bothers you in any way, it won’t hurt my feelings if we go somewhere else.”

Cillian chuckles under his breath before sweeping her into his arms and pinning her to the door with her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Sweetheart, you could have a room full of giant dildos in there to peg me with while I was wearing neon pink lingerie and I’d go along with it.”

She laughs, batting at his chest playfully when her eyes meet mine.

“I would draw the line with anything bigger than three fingers, but other than that, I would be your willing participant.”

She rolls her eyes as she shoves Cillian off of her and unlocks the door with the key.

“The two of you are ridiculous. I have no interest in pegging either of you, despite how fun Evie has tried to tell me it is.”

“Please do not talk about my son and daughter-in-law right before we are about to have sex,” I request politely, cringing atthe thought and hoping that image doesn't come back to haunt me one day.

Before pushing the door all the way open, she looks back at me with her nose scrunched. “She doesn’t do that with Alexi, just Lev and Damien.”

“More information I never needed to know,” I deadpan while Cillian barks out a laugh.

“I will definitely be asking Damien about that later. But stop delaying, Love. Show us what you’ve created.”

Biting her lip, she pushes open the door. When we step in, it’s like being transported into a different world. The room is mostly dark, little white lights shining down from the ceiling that cast a soft blue tone. Water falls from the center of the room, looking like it is raining in a large circle. The floor is elevated with an inch of water pooling inside where the droplets fall.

Soft music plays as Nessa saunters over to the far wall and presses a button. All of the walls change from black to mirrored in the blink of an eye, revealing the dozens of chairs that surround what I now realize is a stage.

A whirring sound has me glancing back at the raining ceiling where a sheet seems to fall from the twinkling lights. It feels as if we have stepped into a galaxy and are surrounded by stars.

“What is that?” I ask, pointing to the fabric stretching down to the pool of water.

“When we first started to create this space, Laney hired Misty as an aerial contortionist. She was amazing on stage, so much so that she noticed Laney and I were obsessed with her show. One night, she asked if we wanted to learn a few things, and ever since then, we’ve been doing workouts with her if our schedules line up. I’m no Misty, but the silks with the water sounded like a combination I couldn't let pass.”

The way she looks around the room is mesmerizing. It is an elegant space designed with every detail in mind.

“You love this room?” I ask, pulling her into my body while Cillian sticks his hand into the water.

“I do. It’s exactly what I envisioned.”

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