Page 108 of Magic or Madness

“Freeing?”

“Yes. Absolutely freeing,” I say, feeling a little sheltered, yet alive at the same time.

“The bar is right down the hall to the left, I’ll meet you there? I need to use the restroom.” He points to the signs on the wall, and I follow his finger, making a mental note to check the signs as I go.

“Of course, baby. Do we have a room?” I ask nonchalantly, and he smiles, reading me like something out of a fuckingromance book.

“Anything my Bambi wants, she gets.” He winks, disappearing around the corner.

After a few minutes, I stumble along, feeling the effects of the drinks I had, when I see a familiar face behind the glass.

Cami is by herself, in nothing but a lingerie set, lying across the mattress with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her tanned skin stands out against the white sheets, and her lacy outfit is a gorgeous shade of pink, flattering her body in a way that I could never achieve.

Just as I’m about to catch my breath and move on, her eyes flick to mine, and although I thought this room was protectedby some kind of one-way glass, it’s clearly not. I watch as she sits up, ignoring the idea of a robe, and struts across the room, leaning her head out of the door.

“Come here, Fallon.” She waves me in, holding the door open for me.

My body gears into autopilot as I follow the crook of her finger, my attraction for her leading the way.

Admittedly, the drinks are strong here, much more than I’m used to, but alcohol isn’t the driving force behind my willingness to meet Cami in the room. It’s time to choose whether I’m all in or all out, and even though it’s public, this is my descent into a place I’ve been so fucking terrified to enter.

I’m ready to put this sexual tension to rest, my senses are on fire, on the brink of exploding at any second, and what better place to do it than a sex club, dedicated to this kind of exploration?

I’ve been battling this side of myself, afraid of so many things, but as I step into the darkened room, all of those fears seem to disappear.

“Hi, birthday girl,” she says softly, with a flirtatious smile on her face.

Her curly hair is in a loose ponytail, a few strands framing her face, and her hazel eyes are piercing right through me.

“Where’s Oliver?” I subtly ask, hoping we have privacy as I take in the features of the room.

There’s a shelf on the wall with a jar of condoms, bottles of lube, and a few fake plants for decoration. There’s a mini fridge, sink, and cabinets as well, and I can only imagine what’s inside.

“He went to refill my drink. I want to ask you something if that’s alright?” She steps closer, taking my hand in hers.

“Of course.”

“Am I crazy, or is there a level of desire between us? Because when I’m around you, Fallon,I want you. Now, we’re in thisplace where nothing is off-limits, andfuck, if it isn’t the perfect opportunity for us to explore this, each other, but I need to know if you want me, too,” she whispers, never taking her eyes off mine, and her words light a fire inside me that I have only ever felt with Ozzy.

Similar to the moment in the diner with Ozzy, I don’t think, I just react. I grab her by the waist and press her body to mine, she responds instantly, cupping her hands around my face, and our gaze locks, pure lust brewing behind those hazel eyes.

Every passing second feels like a lifetime, and when her lips hover above mine, I decide to take the plunge, and for the first time, I’m kissing a woman.

Cami wastes no time, her arms looping around my neck so there’s no space between us, and I part my lips, allowing our tongues to explore each other.

It’s soft and slow, different from how I kiss Ozzy, which is usually full of heat and dominance.

We break the kiss, her smirk telling me she likes it too, and whatever I was afraid of before is long gone now that I’ve finally submitted to the desire I’ve held onto for Cami all this time.

I take her hand, leading her to the bed in the corner of the room, and both of us land on the mattress with a bounce. My mind is swirling, but I’ve only been sure of a snap decision like this one other time in my life, and look how that turned out.

I want more of her, almost need more, because I’m not ready for this to be over.

“Can I kiss you again?” I check that she’s just as willing as I am, ensuring we don’t blur the lines of consent.

“Tell me when you’ve reached your limit,” she whispers, and I nod, our bodies tangling together and our hands roaming each other, exploring every inch we can.

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