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“I am so surprised to see you two here. There is no way your newlywed stage is over that fast!”

“Definitely not, we just wanted to give this a try.”

Aiden and Julian, the Viking God, shake hands and quickly play catch-up on how busy Aiden’s fake law firm has been and the new business Julian just acquired.

“Well…if you haven’t already committed to anyone else, maybe we can swap tonight?” I hear him ask Aiden, and Cassie looks to me at the same time for my answer.

“That sounds like fun, but we’re new to all of this, so we’re just planning to play for a bit, then end the night together. We wouldn’t want to hold you back from having fun,” I say half-heartedly as I exaggeratedly check Julian out, trying to keep his attention fully on me.

“I appreciate that, but I can confidently say that we’ll both be more than happy with whatever you two are willing to do!” She strokes her hand down Aiden’s arm as she continues, “We prefer to separate, but we can stick together if it makes you more comfortable.”

My jealousy spikes, but this is exactly what we need. “Separate sounds great to me.”

Aiden nods and gives me a quick kiss before I’m being swept into Julian’s arms.

“Thank fuck. I don't know if I could have kept my hands to myself much longer!” He says, running us toward the water.

Chapter fifty-one

Aiden

I’ve done my fair share of shitty things in this life, but I’m not sure what I did for the gods to hate me this much.

The sexiest woman I know, the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had, is here with me on an all-expense-paid trip, and we’re both stuck seducing other people in the name of the king.

Is Cassie beautiful? Yes. Is she the type of woman I would have gone for before Annalise, with her beach blonde hair and tits just big enough to fill my hands? Also, yes. But sitting next to her playing strip poker, my only interest is in getting her retina scanned so I can be ready to steal Ana away as soon as she’s gotten what she needs.

All week long, I’ve been reminding her that there’s nothing to worry about between us. We both have our tasks, then we’ll be back together. But that was before I saw the spark in Julian’s eyes as he drank in every one of her curves in her bikini.

Julian was one of the men talking outside at the beach house. I remember thinking that if it hadn’t been an act, we could have been friends, but then he couldn’t get his hands on my wife fast enough earlier. After carrying her laughing and wiggling into the water, I only caught glimpses of them while they talked and laughed in the hot tub and every corner of the pool.

And now, I’m watching him walk away with my world, dressed in a sexy little cocktail dress, and it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to go after him.

So much for not being jealous.

Shit. Cassie just lost another item of clothing; now she’s down to her underwear. I need to get this over with before she’s naked.

I cough to clear my voice of disinterest and whisper into her ear, “Ready to move to one of the playrooms?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, taking the hand I’m offering to help her up. Without a glance back at me, she heads out of the casino room, pulling me behind her like I’m a dog on a leash.

A benefit of having the hotel bought out is that all of the event space is exclusive, so it’s easy to pass from one room to the next without anyone questioning our lack of clothes.

I still can’t believe I lost my shirt, shoes, and belt back there.

“What kind of play do you want to try? There are a few kink rooms, or the lounge.”

“Why don’t we try to find a spot in the lounge?” I ask, but I can’t contain my curiosity. “What kind of kink rooms are there?”

“Mmm, my newlywed is a naughty boy,” she croons. “There’s your traditional BDSM room with restraints, bondage material, and a St. Andrews cross, then there is a room for hospital roleplay, voyeurism, a paddling room, and then special to this weekend, there is a glory hole room and a nightclub.”

“Wow. I had no idea there would be so many options,” I admit, more to myself than to her.

Stepping into the dimly lit lounge, I have to blink several times for my eyes to adjust. The room has a light fog mist, giving all the intimate areas a hint of privacy—though if someone wanted to watch, the chaise lounges, pillow beds, and thick, fluffy blankets spread across the room wouldn’t stop them.

We find a bed made of pillows that’s still available after grabbing drinks from the bar, and I take a big sip, preparing myself for what I have to do.

Once we’re settled in, I slide my fingers up and down Cassie’s arm.