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We held on tighter.

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Violet

An expansive whitewashedvilla rose before us at the peak of a cliff overlooking the sea and my pulse ticked up even more. Beck pushed open the car door. The gusts of wind were bold, ever present. He helped me out of the car as I wiped at my wet lips and smoothed down my dress.

“That was the most intense head of my fucking life.” Beck adjusted his pants, and I giggled.

We’d been drinking non-stop since the moment Beck got offstage. The champagne mixed with the adrenaline of working the concert—being a part of Beck’s work, his world, of Lars and Tag’s, being up close, front and center for gifted musicians like Beck, Kaspar, and Andoni had been a huge high.

We’d gone back to the hotel to leave Beck’s guitar there and change for the party. In the car over, Beck and I couldn’t keep our hands and lips off each other. I wanted him in my mouth, and I took him. We were headed to a sex party, for fuck’s sake. I wanted to whet our appetites.

I was also nervous. I wanted to give him something of me to remember—Violet was here first!—something to hold onto before we entered this arena of the wild.

Beck took my hand in his. My hair whipped around my face, and I tried to smooth it away. My vision was slightly blurred as it was. I blinked and took in a deep breath to steady myself.

Our chauffeured car took off down the drive as the two massive wooden doors strapped with brass details parted. Two bare chested male hotties dressed only in black trousers and leather and gold bracelets greeted us.

Let the revels begin.

Beck showed them the pendant necklaces we wore with a gold Greek letterdéltathat Adri had given us at the nightclub, and they immediately smiled and gestured us to go inside. To get the pendants we had been asked to sign NDAs that we wouldn’t ever share what we saw or heard or experienced at this party.

Exotic to me Greek music played—a bouzouki and some kind of harp. Couples danced in the marble lined great room, others stood or sat in groups talking and drinking in the shadows. Tag found us. “Hey, guys. Finally here.” His glimmering eyes fell on me, his lips curved up into a grin. Beck squeezed my hand.

“Finally,” I said.

A waiter offered us brandy in beautiful glasses. Beck handed me a glass, and I sipped. The sweet heat filled my mouth, my chest, and re-filled my reserves of courage and boldness. Warmth swirled in my veins, through every limb.

“Wander around and pick where you want to hang. Explore. There’s a bondage scene going on in a room to the left, and some lower key action in another room, where we are,” said Tag leading us through a series of rooms, which were lit with large heavy candles in huge metal and wood lanterns, creating a dark medieval fairy tale feeling. A shiver raced up my spine.

We stopped in a room lit with only candles where people watched a couple who wore loose fitting see through sarongs, their nakedness visible, dancing in the center of a floor strewn with flower petals. The beat got quicker and the dance transformed into mutual stripping of clothing. Kisses and bites, licks and tugs. A slap. My hand squeezed Beck’s hand hard, and his side pressed into mine.

Couples around us murmured and spoke softly, their eyes never leaving the performers. They drank them in. Anticipation was thick, heady, and it pressed against my chest. My nipples hardened against the soft fabric of my dress as the slaps grew more frequent and the moans that followed. I shifted my weight.

All around us a low hum of murmurings, groans, giggles, gasps. Touches, kisses in the soft darkness. The couple next to us touched each other, the man’s hand disappearing inside the plunging neckline of her dress, fervently squeezing a breast as they kissed deep, swaying to the music. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

My mouth dried, my heartbeat picked up. Beck’s lips brushed my cheek, leaving a stain of heat on my flesh.

The man pushed the straps of his partner’s dress off her shoulders and took her nipples in his mouth.

Holy damn.

I couldn’t look away. Then again, why would you be here if you weren’t into looking? If you didn’t mind being watched? If you didn’t mind sharing.

I had no idea what the plan was here. There was no plan. I was in TagWorld—be in the moment, feel the rush, dive and soar. Beck’s hand released mine and went to my back and stroked. My shoulders eased, my flesh blazed.

Just beyond us, Tag whispered with Irina, his hand on her ass. She wore an incredibly revealing dress with slits going all the way up to her waist and she was naked underneath.

Tag’s hand slid past the fabric and she wriggled against him, her hands going around his neck. He stroked, delving between her ass cheeks. She adjusted herself on his thigh and ground down. Tag brushed her lips with a kiss.

My belly blazed with heat. Beck leaned into me. “What are you thinking?”

“This is incredibly…freeing,” I breathed. “I didn’t expect that. I feel this energy of being open to whatever could happen. Being open to anything. Like you said, it’s intoxicating. Empowering.”

“It should be. I wanted to make sure you aren’t scared or put off.”

I touched his chest. “I’m not scared. Not put off.”

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