Page 47 of The VIP Package

“Sounds great.” Between the contents of the cooler and the muffins, I’ll be eating quite well for a while. “What else can I bring?”

“Just yourself.” Lacy’s eyes dip to the V of my robe and she smiles. “Maybe some sunscreen.”

“And a bathing suit if you want,” Sybil adds.

“Or not.” Lacy’s flowy pink top slips off one shoulder. She’s clearly not wearing a bra. “All the pools here are clothing optional. I don’t plan to wear anything.”

“Same.” Sybil smiles. “But it’s fine if you’d rather not be nude.”

“I’m great with nudity.” A warm little ripple runs through me. It’s not every day two beautiful women show up bearing muffins and an invitation to spend a day basking naked in sunshine.

Possibly more, based on the way Lacy keeps eyeing my cleavage. And Sybil just glanced at my mouth with a look that suggests she’s imagining it all over her body.

So am I.

I know I should put in a few hours of work. I was up late last night preparing notes for a podcast with Brooke in four weeks. Hayden sent forms for dividing our assets. There’s plenty to do right here in my room.

But it’s been so damn long since I had fun for fun’s sake. Yesterday with Ash was the first time in ages I let myself just enjoy. That I savored the bliss of a stranger’s hands on my body,the heat of his breath on my skin, the erotic thrill of casual sex with someone who treasures my body.

“Dammit, Lacy.” Sybil nudges her friend. “You made her blush.”

“Sorry.” Lacy looks contrite. “I’m a bit of a flirt, but I’m harmless, I swear. I hardly ever bite.”

“What a shame,” I reply, and they break into smiles. “I’m a fan of sexy nibbling.”

With a laugh, Sybil backs out of the doorway. “See you at the pool, Camille.”

Lacy blows me a kiss and steps back. “Can’t wait.”

Six hours later,I’m sprawled nude with two women on a cozy white sunbed that’s draped in a gauzy white canopy. We’re a tiny bit tipsy and stuffed with great food, achy from laughing so hard.

“You did not!” Sybil plucks a juicy strawberry from the basket beside us, pausing to slip it between Lacy’s full lips. “I’ve never actually broken a strap-on.”

“Swear to God.” Lacy holds up her hand as her tongue darts out to lick berry juice from the corner of her mouth. “I was fucking her so hard the dildo snapped right off.”

I’m lying on my belly, propped on my elbows with Lacy sitting up on her knees to my left. Sybil’s stretched on her side, her beautiful breasts perched inches away from my face.

Maybe it’s the wine or the blissful sea breeze caressing our skin. Maybe it’s the fact that they’ve regaled me all day with salacious tales of consort life. Whatever the reason, I’m more than a little turned on.

Lacy grabs another berry from the basket. “How about you, Camille?”

“What about me?”

“Any sexy stories you care to share?”

Sybil tips her head back and bites the tip off a berry. “You seem like a woman with a naughty streak.”

“Let me think.” The first story that springs to my mind is Ashton railing me in the boiler room. Or the flying sixty-nine on the sex swing. What is he up to right now? Based on the timeline he texted at lunch, he’s probably back in his room by now.

“Camille?” Lacy leans past me to refill her wine glass. Her breasts sway as she moves, lush and round with dusky nipples. “You don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

“I’m trying to come up with something.” I’m embarrassed to admit how vanilla my sex life has been these past few years. “Most of my sexual experiences are with men, but I’ve been with a few women.”

Lacy lights up like a lantern. “I like this story already.”

I thought she might. “I was pretty clueless the first time. We went back to her place and started making out. Then clothes start coming off, she unhooks my bra, I peel off her panties?—”

“Yes, please.” Sybil slips another strawberry into Lacy’s mouth. “I also approve of this story.”

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