Page 44 of The All-Inclusive

I laugh. “Then you haven’treallymet Kora—just her professional alter ego. She and her wife are actually kinky as fuck.” I realize that might not be a mark in their favor for a couple who grew up like Sara and Trent. “They’re also really kind, amazing people. Sorta the mother hens of the whole place.”

Trent tilts his head. “Like dorm moms or something?”

“Sure.” I never went to college, so I’m guessing. “If one of the dorm moms had tons of sex with hundreds of strangers while the other one worked as the personnel boss overseeing us all.”

“Holy shit.” Trent shakes his head, clearly dumbfounded. “It really is a different world, huh?”

Sara nudges his chest with her knee. “That’s the couple I told you about. Eve had a threesome with Sybil and Kit, and then Camille came here and had this all-girl thing with Sybil and a girl from another resort.”

“Ah, Lacy.” I’ve done group stuff with Lacy when she comes here as part of our consort exchange program. “Your friends are pretty open about this stuff, huh?”

Another odd look passes between Trent and Sara. Part of me wonders what that’s like. To have full conversations with someone without ever speaking a word.

She answers for both of them. “We’ve always kinda been theoutliers. Well, me especially. I can’t speak for Trent’s experience, but—” She stumbles there, pausing to regroup. “I’m younger than Eve and Camille and I think they get off on shocking me. They know I’m a virgin and—” She falters again, blushing. “Wasa virgin.” A giggle slips out of her. “Guess we took care of that.”

“We sure did.” I glance over at Trent, who’s taking this whole thing in stride. He looks almost relieved, like some huge weight’s been lifted from his shoulders.

But I know there’s more to the story. There are layers to Trent that his high school sweetheart still hasn’t seen.

How will it change things when Sara finds out?

Like he’s reading my thoughts, Trent meets my eyes with a clench in his jaw. The tension creeps back into his shoulders and he gives me a look I read just as clearly as he and Sara read each other.

Keep your mouth shut.

Message received.

It’s nearlydinnertime when I finally emerge from Sara’s suite. Trent stays behind, presumably to enjoy the perks of the honeymoon he didn’t quite earn the old-fashioned way. His presence here is a definite first for a resort that caters only to women.

The novelty hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Hey!” Sybil steps out of a suite near the pool, still tying the strings on her lacy pink halter top. “You coming from room 16?”

“Yep.” Our strict NDA doesn’t extend to other consorts. While we rarely discuss what goes on behind closed doors, we do trade intel about guests. It helps to ensure a cohesively blissful experience.

“Cool.” Sybil falls into step beside me, smelling like sex and basil shampoo. Dusk drifts over us in a gauzy net, settling gentlyon the turquoise sea. “Wasn’t the enchantment scheduled for ten this morning?”

“It was.” It isn’t uncommon for consorts to glance at each other’s schedules, but I know why she’s curious. “I ended up spending most of the day with them.”

“Them, huh?” She smiles like she already knew this. “So the boyfriend gets to stay.”

That wasn’t a question, so maybe she knows more than I do. “Not sure how long.”

“The next couple weeks, according to Kora.” She holds up her pager, which matches the one in my pocket. “Maybe you didn’t see the message yet. The guest reached out to Holyfield’s girlfriend, and you know as well as I do that he’s putty in her hands.”

That tracks. “So Trent gets to stick around, huh?” I try to decide how I feel about that.

On one hand, watching him take her on that table was one of the highlights of my consort career. Touching her breasts as she came apart under him,God. Let’s just say that’s a picture I’ll play in my mind the next time I’m alone in my room.

I couldn’t believe it when Sara texted her request this morning. I called right away to make sure she wasn’t just kidding.

“I want this,” she said, with a confidence I found kinda shocking. “This is my way of taking back my own story. The future of my sex life, you know?”

I said I understood, but the truth? It’s all a bit foreign to me.

But holy hell, that was hot. I’m big into watching, but it’s not very often I’ve gotten to witness someone’s first time at the hands of another lover.

“What’s he like?” Sybil asks, jarring me back to our stroll down the palm-lined walkway. “The fiancé, I mean.”

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