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Her eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Absolutely.”
Chapter Thirteen
Natalie
For two days, my timeat Immersion stayed prominent in my mind. It was there, and it wanted to be acknowledged with all the other things happening in my life.
Really, all I wanted to do was call my two best friends and tell them all about it. One thing I learned about exciting things happening in your life was that a major part of the fun was sharing that excitement with loved ones. When it came to my sex life, Norah and Pen were the only ones who would share in my excitement.
Except, I had to fly out that morning to meet with a few people about the gallery location crew in Portland. We opened in two months and details needed to be finalized before the major work could be started. I spent yesterday finishing some last-minute things at the Seattle gallery and then had to prepare everything for two days away from home that I hadn’t had time to call or see either of them.
At lunch, I texted them that weneededto have a FaceTime call because I had something to tell them. As soon as I finished up my meeting and returned to my room, I ordered room service and jumped into the shower. Half an hour later, I was wrapped in a plush robe, as I munched on the bread that came with my dinner and sipped a glass of Pinot Noir.
The sound of my ringing phone filled the room as I waited for the call to connect. Norah and Penelope’s face joined mine on the screen.
My voice was sing-song-y as I smiled at them. “Hey!”
“Don’t you look comfy,” Pen lifted her glass up in “cheers”.
I snugged farther into the robeandthe super soft chair as I nodded my agreement. “ I am. This thing is so thick. It’s unbelievable.”
Derek popped in the screen for a moment as he brough Norah a glass of wine. “Hi, ladies,” he called out as he kissed Norah’s cheek.
“Now that I’ve got the essentials,” she said before she paused and took a sip from her glass. “What’s got you demanding a meeting?”
Pen’s head bobbed. “Yeah, what’s up?”
I bit my lips between my teeth and try to contain my smirk that wanted to creep out. Tapping my finger on my chin, I pretended to think about what I wanted to tell them. “There’s so much to tell.” I giggled, knowing that what I was about to tell them would really knock their socks off.
"Tell us, bitch.” Norah laughed. “You know you’re dying to say whatever it is so do it.”
She was absolutely correct. The words burst from my mouth. “Matteo joined a sex club.”
Penelope squeaked. “What?”
Norah gasped. “No way! Did you go yet? What’s it like?”
I nodded a bit enthusiastically as the wine sloshed in my glass. “It’s hard to put into words. It’s a combination of a bar, dance club, and motel. I’m not allowed to tell you much, but it was amazing.”
“What did youseego on there? I can’t imagine how much shit you saw.” They asked a bunch of questions about things that happened there, and I answered what I felt I could; things like were people just having orgies all over and did people crawl around on leashes. Respectfully, neither of them asked which club or who I’d seen there.
“So, what haveyoudone there?” Penelope asked as she popped a couple of grapes into her mouth.
“We’ve only been there the one time so far,” I told them. “We didn’t see too much, but we did try out the sex swing. I think going there should become a regular part of date night.”
Norah leaned in, intrigue coloring her face. “Did the swing live up to all the hype?”
The ache in my core could still be felt when I moved in certain ways. I relished it. “It was a great time.”
Great wasn’t the most accurate word to describe using that swing. Maybe something along the lines of spectacular would have been better. If I closed my eyes, I could easily picture the way Matteo’s fingers clung to the straps holding me in as he used them to swing me on and off his dick.
A pensive look overtook Penelope’s features. “What else is on your list? We never asked that during our last conversation.”
“We don’t have an actual list, you know?” I chuckled and took a drink of my wine.
Norah scoffed and lifted her brows. “Yeah, you do. Maybe not a physical one, but you definitely have a mental one.”
“Come on, tell us,” Pen encouraged, excitement livening her tone.
