Page 150 of If Our Hearts Collide

“Preference as to where you would like to start,” he clarifies without actually revealing anything.

I wrinkle my nose. “Neil, I have no idea what you are talking about. It’s not like I got an informative brochure or a map before entering the club. This is literally my first time here.”

His smile is warm, not condescending. I feel so new—inexperienced. “Come. I’ll show you then. Some things are best explored through action.”

I follow along, until we come to a wall of glass. My hand rests on the handrail underneath the panel, gripping the cold metal as I gaze inside the room. Holy shit.

“You okay?” Neil chuckles, looking down at me. “You aren’t going to pass out, are you?”

“I feel like we are intruding,” I mumble, but can’t take my eyes away from the threesome that is happening before us—just a wall of glass away.

“That’s the vibe here at Limit-X. Some people like to be watched. Almost as much as those doing the watching.”

In a muted haze, I ignore everything and everyone around me, as I take in the scene between the participants in the room.

I stare in awe as the two men sandwich a woman under the spray of the open, wall-less shower. Slick bodies slide against one another, in an erotic water dance. And sticking with the theme of Glow Night, the men have lit-up bands wrapped around the base of their cocks.

I can’t look away, yet I know I should. The girl turns and catches my eye, winking as the men around her devour her and bring her to orgasm.

I take a step back, bumping into Neil, who steadies me.

“Ready to move on to the next exhibit? We can find a booth that is more interactive.”

“In-ter-act-ive?” I ask, dramatically separating the word into syllables, as if I’m not proficient in English.

Neil smiles. I think he actually likes how naive I’m being. Maybe that’s his kink. “Where viewers can make suggestions for the”—he gestures toward the glass enclosure—“acts.”

“Oh.”

“Think of it as a guided theater performance. Come.” He pulls me along the main walkway. “We can meander through and see what interests you before settling.”

“You make it seem like we are working our way through a museum.”

Neil stops and scratches at his jawline covered with his beard. “In a way, this is very similar. Admiring art and beauty in its natural form.”

The corners of my lips curl up. It’s true. I allow him to guide me to the next section that has a similar viewing area of glass. This time, I get to witness two men making out on a huge four-poster bed that is adorned in red satin and wrapped in strings of lights. I bite my bottom lip as I watch their chemistry in full technicolor.

Damn.

The next room has a massage table set up to look like a typical spa. It’s so sensual watching the woman getting massaged by this burly man.

I can’t help but stare. I can’t help but fantasize.

And this is how Neil and I spend our time upstairs, walking along the hallway and bearing witness to a plethora of sexual acts. It is energizing. It is unfiltered. It is beautiful.

“Now that your thirst is quenched”—Neil brings his fingers to my chin, tilting my head upward to meet his eyes—“are you ready for the main course?”

I swallow hard, feeling lightheaded. “Care to give me a little more detail?”

“Perhaps something a bit more”—his eyes move suggestively down my body—“hands-on?”

I look down at the floor to see if my chin is there. “Involving me?”

“Is that an offer?”

No? “I, um, I don’t know.” What is he suggesting? What am I suggesting?

He analyzes me for a few seconds. “How about we test the water with something a bit morehardcore?”

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