Climbing out of the pool, I head back into the cabana where Owen is sitting. He got out a few minutes ago to order our food. Crawling onto his lap, I press a kiss to his cheek. "I like you wet," he whispers, catching my ear between his teeth.
"I'm always wet for you," I say with a salacious smile.
"Always?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Even now?"
I move a little, grinding against the thin fabric of his swim trunks. "Yes. Little things turn me on. Like when you touch me without much thought. The way you smell when you're fresh out of the shower - it's intoxicating. And the way you pay attention to my body when you go down on me," I say softly, biting my lip. "Just one look from you will have me soaking."
"Are you right now?" he asks, moving me so I'm sitting astride him.
"Yes," I whisper breathlessly.
"I want to feel," he says, his hands sliding up my body.
His thumbs rub against my nipples through my bikini and I glance behind me nervously. Although we are in a cabana, we are still outside so it's not completely private. There is only one side you can see us through and it's behind me. Thankfully no one is paying us any attention. His hands move down to my waist, one hand continuing down to the apex of my thighs. Slipping his hand through the side of my bikini, he slides his middle finger inside me with ease. His eyes darken and he smirks. Removing his finger, his raises his hand up to my mouth. Taking his middle finger between my lips, I suck at it, rolling my tongue around the end.
"Mr. Carter." My eyes widen and I quickly release his finger, turning in his lap and sitting down. John places our food on the table before turning to us. "Will that be all?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Once he's gone, I shake my head. "You're a bad influence."
He chuckles. "How?"
"We shouldn't do things like that in public places. It's wrong."
"But doesn't the risk of being caught make it more intense?" he asks. "It's fun. It's not like I bent you over the table. No one would have noticed me touching you."
Turning my attention to the food, I see that it's steak with a few sides. "This looks good."
"So do you."
I groan. "Stop. We'll never leave the room if you keep saying things like that. I want to explore the city."
"I'd rather explore you," he says. I pout and he laughs. "Fine, I'll stop. But you can't stop me from touching you."
I don't want him to. Leaning forward, he begins eating and I pick up a fork.
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When Owen told me he had a dress sent up, I never imagined it'd be this. It's a black form fitting dress with transparent black material at my sternum, showing off my breasts. Standing in front of the mirror, I look at it from every angle. It is way out of my comfort zone. Before I gave birth I would have worn it but now I just don't feel good in it. The bathroom door opens behind me and my eyes widen. Owen looks stunning as usual in his all black suit. "Wow. You look..."
"It's horrible," I say, looking down at the sink.
"What?" he asks in confusion. "You look stunning. Why don't you like it?"
"I don't look good. I don't wear stuff like this anymore - I'm a mother."
"Hey, just because you're a mother doesn't mean you can't dress sexy anymore. If you're concerned about your weight, you're perfectly healthy. In fact, you weigh less than you did before you had Anastasia. Your body has matured in the best ways possible," he says, closing the space between. Pressing his front to my back, he slips his arms around my waist and cups my breasts. "These have gotten a little bit bigger which is why you can pull off this," he says, running his fingertips down the transparent material. Next he moves his hands down to my hips. "And you have amazing curves. I explained your body type to the woman over the phone and she found the perfect dress. Flaunt it."
Turning around, I press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you."
He smiles. "You're welcome. Are you ready?"
I nod. We exit the room and John presses the button for the elevator. When we step into the elevator, Owen gives my hand a reassuring squeeze before pressing a kiss to the back of it. "Will you be long?" I ask.
"No. His wife is here so you two can chat while we discuss a few things. They live around here so maybe you can get some advice on where to go tonight. I have one place in mind but it won't take long."
"Okay."
The elevator doors open up to the lobby and we step out. Owen leads the way to the casino where we make our way to the blackjack table. There is a well dressed older man with a beautiful young woman standing behind him with her hand on his shoulder. "Eric, it's good to see you again," Owen says.
Standing up, Eric shakes his hand. "Same to you. Now that your father is out of the way, I think our families could be beneficial to one another," he says, shaking his hand. "And who is this beautiful young woman? Surely she isn't with you."
I smile politely, holding out my hand. "Madison. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Same to you. This is my wife Valerie."
Owen and I shake her hand. She kisses her husband before turning to me. "Let's go get a drink while the boys talk."
Linking her arm with mine, she pulls me away from the table. I glance back but Owen is already sitting at the table. We go to the bar where we order drinks. "Coke, please," I say.
"Well that's no fun," Valerie says teasingly.
"We have plans. Plus, Owen is sober so I'm trying not to drink either."
She nods. "What are you guys doing tonight?"
"He has a surprise but he said I could ask for recommendations from you since you guys live around here."
She shrugs. "There's tons of things to do. I suggest walking the strip and doing whatever catches your eye. But if you two are looking to spice things up, there's a place called Sheri's Ranch that's not too far away. Ask for Alexa and tell her I sent you. She's a total babe and she loves couples."
What? Thankfully the bartender returns with our drinks and I take a sip before deciding to change the subject. "So do you have kids?"
"No. I didn't want any. Eric has five kids by four women. One of them had twins," she chuckles. "They're all grown now and we only see them on holidays."
Again, I am left speechless so I continue to sip on my drink. She's so open. It seems like she came from another planet. My mind begins to wander and my curiosity gets the best of me. "So what exactly does Alexa do?"
"Do you mean what she's willing to do or her job title?"
"Job title," I say, although I think I already know.
"She's a prostitute. She works at a brothel."
I nod, still curious. "So how does that work? It's legal here?"
She nods. "In most counties. The state regulates it so the employees have to get tested regularly and everyone always wears condoms. Most people find it odd but it's really not. Eric and I went to a brothel once. I think that's why he doesn't cheat - because I occasionally bring another woman into the relationship. And it doesn't just benefit him, the woman will pay just as much attention to you. It's pretty amazing actually."
"It's not awkward?"
"Not at all. It's normal. And if you ask around, you can find someone who can attend to your kinks or fetishes. The best orgasm I-"
I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I see Owen giving Valerie an odd look before looking at me questioningly. Blushing, I stand up. "Why are you like this?" Eric asks, smirking at his wife.
"Ready?" Owen asks me.
I nod. "It was nice meeting both of you."
"You two. Don't forget, Sheri's Ranch - Alexa!" Valerie says with a wink.
I send a quick smile in her direction as we walk away. "What the hell was that all about?"
"You don't want to know," I chuckle.
"Yes I do," he insists.
"When I asked her for a recommendation on what to do tonight, she gave me the name of a brothel and said to ask for Alexa," I say with a chuckle. "She was the most open person I've ever met."
"Wow," he laughs. "So it looks like we're going to a brothel."
I elbow his side. "No we're not."
He smirks. "Why not?"
"Would you be okay with bringing a man into our relationship for one night?" His face turns with disgust. "Exactly. So why would I want to bring a woman into the relationship."
He shrugs. "I guess that makes sense."
We exit the hotel and begin walking down the street hand in hand. "Would you really consider having a third party?"
He shrugs. "If we talked about it. I don't think you'd ever be willing."
I frown. "Why do you say that?"
"You get jealous easily. If I was screwing the other girl, you'd only be getting attention from her," he says. "But if I was fucking you, then you'd have to give her attention which I don't think you'd want to do."
"So the only solution to this problem is a foursome - two guys, two girls," I say jokingly. "Then we'd all get equal attention."
He shakes his head. "That's another problem. I don't want to see or even think about you with another man. So that'll never happen."
"So you're okay with watching me with a girl but not a guy?"
"Yes."
I shake my head. "Men."
The conversation isn't serious and I'm glad we can talk this easily. Nothing is being forced between us, it's just easy. He chuckles. "So we can agree that we'll never invite a third or fourth party into our relationship?"
"Yes," I agree. "Now tell me where we're going."
We stop in front of a gate and he turns to me with an excited smile. "We're going on a private gondola ride."
I love this man with all my heart.
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