Page 15 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

The three of us laugh, clear about our understanding, and then I realize Graciela isn’t laughing. She doesn’t smile. Her eyes briefly moisten, and she stares at the floor. She takes two deep breaths and lifts her head, and then her eyes are back to normal.

Wow...what an incredible recovery but, even more impressive, what I just realized is so intense!

Graciela is obviously head over heels for Dexter. Poor woman. I feel terrible for her.

In an instant, she says goodbye and leaves.

When it’s just the three of us in this huge room, Dexter asks how we were treated at the hotel during our honeymoon. Eric looks over at me, and I smile like a fool.

It was fantastic. The best trip of my life. Eric loves me in a way I never imagined a man could love, and I’m desperately in love with him.

As we laugh and chat, Dexter asks if we played during our honeymoon, and I tell him we played a lot—a whole lot—but that these were games strictly between my husband and me. God, just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster.

The hotel...

The bed...

His eyes...

His hands...

All those hot, kinky talks...

As he listens to me, Eric smiles. He says he can tell exactly what I’m thinking by the look on my face, and I’m sure he’s guessed my thoughts more than once.

“Goddess, whenever you want, I’m ready to play,” says Dexter, joking around, like always. He winks at me and admires my tanned legs.

That makes me blush. Eric’s games are always hot and kinky, and when I look over at him, I can see he’s ready—my husband’s always ready to go. But our stimulating conversation is cut short when we hear a phone ring, and an instant later Graciela comes in, holding it in her hand.

Dexter takes it, and Eric leans toward me. “I see you’re a little flushed, my love. Is everything all right?”

He’s so shameless.

I can’t help but grin, but before I can respond, he caresses my leg with his hand.

“If you want, I’m willing,” he says in a honeyed voice.

Wow, I’m getting so hot...so very hot!

As happens every time, I get butterflies in my stomach and wet in a fraction of a second. There’s no question: I’m turning into a sex fiend. Who would have ever thought I would love this game so much?

The truth is, I like it. I enjoy it.

My man grins. I do too.

I whisper to him so Graciela won’t hear me. “Tear my thong off.”

Oh my God, what did I just say?

The Iceman’s blue gaze turns ardent. Wow! I’ve gone from top speed to supersonic, and, from what I can see, he’s breaking all kinds of records.

I’m well aware that both my shamelessness and my surrender drive him crazy. I give him a smile I know will push him even further.

He responds with a word Mexicans love to use:“Sabrosa!”

When Dexter finishes with the call, he hands the phone to Graciela, and she leaves the room.

“Dexter, when do our dinner guests arrive tonight?” asks Eric.

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