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I locked mine on Penny and winked. “Happy birthday for last weekend.”

The blush rekindled on her cheeks, and Vivi and Lydia both gave me looks that made me feel dirtier than I thought possible.

That feeling amplified when I remembered those girls were twelve years my junior. Yeah, I really did feel dirty, but did I regret it?

Not a fucking chance.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Penny

“Oh my God, Pen!” Lydia squealed in a high-pitched whisper as we hurried along the hotel corridor, shoes hanging from our fingertips. “I can’t believe we did that. It was so slutty of us!”

Heat spread throughout my body with the fresh memory of Dante’s warm cum hitting my most intimate parts. The way he looked at me in the mirror, like he was torn between lust and agony, sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

A man had never looked at me like that before. All stormy eyes and erotic scowl. Unfortunately for me, over the last ten hours, Dante had shown me what it was like to be thoroughly ravished to the point of craving more. He’d taken my expectations of sex and set them higher than ever. I now knew what I was missing out on.

“So, was he good?” Vivi asked when we gathered in the elevator, owning our walk of shame with our heads held high.

“I think he’s ruined me for all others.” I sighed dreamily before frowning. “Why’d you come get me so soon?”

“It’s almost eleven o’clock. I figured it was best to avoid the awkward morning-after conversations and bounce before they all crawled out of bed.”

I grimaced. “Fair point. I’m glad you gave us twenty minutes though. Seriously—”

“Girl, you don’t need to explain. Your cheeks are still sex-pink,” Lydia teased. “What I wouldn’t give to have been a fly on that bedroom wall.”

A sly grin formed across my lips. “Bathroom. And speak for yourself, Miss Ménage à Trois.Howare you still walking today?”

“With shameless effort, girlfriends!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Our overexuberant celebration was cut short when the elevator coasted to a stop and the door alarm chimed. We casually leaned against the rear wall, inspecting fingernails and tugging down dress hemlines as a couple entered. The guy wrapped his arm around the woman and hugged her close, then we all rode the elevator to the restaurant floor in awkward silence.

Once they exited and the doors sealed firmly shut, the three of us broke into breathless fits of laughter.

“Oh, my God, last night wasinsane!I’ve legit got mind-blanks,” Vivi cried, pressing her hands to either side of her forehead and splaying her fingers wide.

Her head stayed down, but her dark brown eyes flicked up to sparkle at us from under her smudged eyelashes. “Gotta say though, Forrest sure knew what he was doing… Two words:multiple orgasms!”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Lydia breathed out, and I blushed a little harder.

Seemed that the three of us got royally schooled—while getting royally screwed—on the pleasures we’d been missing out on with younger men.

The elevator deposited us on the ground floor, and we strutted across that large tiled reception with our heads held high. Once out on the street, we all stopped and looked up and down the sidewalk.

“Uh, does anyone remember which way our hotel is?” Lydia asked, squinting against the bright sun.

Vivi shielded her eyes. “You’re the one with our phones, Lyds. Google that shit.”

Muttering a string of curses, Lydia popped open her little shoulder bag and found her phone. She searched up our hotel and performed a series of one-eighty turns until she got her bearings.

“This way,” she finally announced, with a triumphant finger point. “And God help the strip, there had better be coffee on the way.”

I snickered, then groaned. “Please tell me I’m not the only one with a killer headache.”

Vivi linked arms with me and bumped her hip against mine. “Wouldn’t be waking up in Vegas if we didn’t, babes.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

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