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The looseness artists have.

I felt it with her.

I need it now. Look at me, I’m in a suit at an orgy. That’s ridiculous.

I undo my tie, slide it into my pocket, and unbutton my shirt until my chest is on display.

There. That’s more appropriate for the setting.

My phone pings with an update from Jamie.

Jamie: My girl tells me he’s on the third floor. Meet me there with drinks. I’ll find a spot to look casual.

I stop by the bar on our way. A soda lemon for me, gin and tonic for her. Extra lime. Top shelf. Because even though she’s working, she’s not about to skimp on the good stuff.

Jamie has always indulged her taste for the finer things. It’s something I admire about her: the way she invites pleasure into her life at every opportunity.

When I’m with her, I’m not all discipline and focus. When I’m with her, I enjoy my senses too.

Even the simple taste of club soda and lime. The way the bubbles pop on my tongue. The way my body demands hers.

After another sip, I make my way up the spiral staircase.

The action starts on the second floor.

In one bedroom, a man bends another over his knee.

In the next, one couple watches another fuck doggy style.

An older man on a bench watching a woman young enough to be his granddaughter do away with her schoolgirl outfit.

And then Jamie, on an oversized armchair in a masculine bedroom.

She slides off the chair and onto her knees. She presses her hands into a prayer position and looks up at me like I’m going to save her.

Or order her to open wide.

I never did buy into the role play scenarios where I was fully in charge. There’s something unyielding about her. Something she can’t turn off.

Still, I play her game. “Don’t tempt me,” I say as I drop our drinks on the table.

“Does it?” she asks in a deep purr, looking up at me with a doe-eyed expression. Her thick cat eyeliner and deep pink lipstick ruin the attempt at innocence.

The snug black corset dress doesn’t help either, but that’s just so Jamie.

“We’re working,” I say.

“And if I asked nicely. If I said Matteo, may I please suck your cock, what would you say?” She tries to say it sugar sweet and submissive, but submission isn’t in her nature. She sounds like a brat.

Which does nothing to send blood back to my brain.

The defiant side of her is sexy as hell. “Why don’t you try it and find out,” I say in the same tone she uses.

She smiles and reaches for my belt. For a moment, her hand lingers there. She looks up at me like she’s going to answer my dare.

But she doesn’t.

She takes my hand.