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Elsie shook her head. ‘No, actually I love seeing him with Alice.’

‘Seeing?’ she looked up, frowning.

Elsie nodded.

Anna took a deep breath. ‘What about you, Cole?’

He shrugged. ‘I love seeing her come and hearing her moan. I love seeing her happy.’

She nodded slowly, then she coughed and took a deep breath as her voice wavered. ‘I think it’s Tom’s turn?’

Elsie could see that Anna was shaking and squeezing her thighs together, but she was also confused. It was time to go all or nothing.

‘I don’t think, I, erm…’ he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide himself. ‘I don’t think I can follow that one.’

‘Me neither,’ laughed Cole.

No one moved. No one spoke.

‘Never have I ever…’ Elsie took a deep shuddering breath as she looked between the three others slowly. The whole room was tingling with tension now. Time for the rope bridge.

She whispered as she settled her gaze on Anna. ‘Never, have I ever… had a foursome.’

The room stayed silent.

Each of them looked from one to the other, only their eyes moving, their muscles still.

None of them drank.

None of them breathed.

Then Anna bit down on her bottom lip…

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CHAPTER FOUR

ANNA’S FACE FLUSHED with panic as Elsie’s words paralysed her.

Her mouth was bone dry, and her lips felt like a desert. Her heart was pumping so hard in her chest that for a moment she became afraid that her new friends might actually hear it.

Shaking, she flicked her eyes toward her husband as her tongue finally freed itself and ran along the edge of her teeth, goosebumps breaking out across her skin and making her tingle. His gaze met hers - rabbit in the headlights - and she questioned him almost imperceptibly, searching his face for a sign.

She wanted this.

She’d been thinking about it for days, ever since they’d left their new friends little cottage and headed back home through the deep snowy roads. To begin with she’d tried to deny it, telling herself she’d been overwhelmed by the intensity of what had happened, but the more she’d tried to suppress the idea, the more it had forced itself upon her thoughts.

There was electricity there.

Chemistry.

A spark.

Tom felt it too. To begin with she hadn’t been sure, but that night he’d made love to her more vigorously and with more passion than he had in months, perhaps years. He’d made her orgasm so many times that she’d passed out.

The following morning he’d woken up before dawn and they’d made love again, his arms enveloping her as his manhood pressed against her naked thigh, insistent and insatiable. Afterwards, as they’d lain together in the loving afterglow, the sun rising and pushing through the thick curtains, turning the room a deep shade of blue, she’d confessed.

She’d told him how her heart had pounded as Cole had stripped down to his sweater that first morning they’d met. How she had blushed when she and Elsie’s eyes had met in the living room, and lingered.

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