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“Me and Randy too,” Lorelei admitted. “It’s fun.”
My mouth dropped open, and I looked at Eve. She, too, had her mouth open.
“Say that again,” I said.
“I can get you an invite,” Peyton stated. “The owner is a friend of mine. Actually, it’s where Booker and I got married.”
“You got married at a sex club?” Eve asked.
Peyton nodded. “It’s a mansion in Beverly Hills, so when it was offered to us, of course, I said yes.”
“That’s—that’s cool?” I didn’t mean to say it as a question, but my mind was blown. Absolutely blown. Sure, I knew sex clubs existed. I just never thought I would have an invitation to go to one. Were Ward and I sex club people? I hadn’t thought Peyton and Lorelei were, though I supposed you never knew what someone’s fantasy was—orfantasies.
My fantasy was … well, to have my world rocked by my husband again. He used to, so I knew he had it in him.
Our life was taking care of our kids, doing homework, going to sporting events, school functions, or whatever the case may be all while I worked until six or seven at night—sometimes more. We’d become too comfortable in our routines, and satisfying each otherfullyhad taken a toll.
“It’s not for everyone,” Peyton answered, “but think about it. Research the club—that’s what I did before I went the first time—and then talk to your hubby and let me know.”
Right … talk to my husband.
What the hell was Firefighter Lieutenant Ward Kelly going to think about going to a sex club?
After lunch, I researched the club like Peyton had suggested. In my head, I‘d pictured a massive room full of people having wild sex everywhere. From the rules and application process, and what I’d learned from the website, I didn’t think Sensation was as scandalous as I’d imagined. I didn’t know for sure—there weren’t pictures—but it sounded amazing …
Sensation.
A sacred place free from judgment or inhibitions.
The only rule: Ask before you touch.
Sensation is an exclusive black-tie party attended by at least one hundred and fifty of the club’s most privileged members, and held once a month at an undisclosed mansion in Beverly Hills.
You may watch.
You may interact.
You can come together or you can choose to come alone.
The choice is yours.
Would you like it rough?
Would you like to be caressed and worshipped?
Or would you simply like to observe?
What do you desire?
My head was spinning. The more I thought about the club, the more I thought that it might be the answer. The description said we could come and watch, so Ward and I could do that and see if anything sparked our interest. Maybe get ideas. Worst case, I hoped that it would give him more of a drive to want to try new things in the bedroom. Granted, I’d neveraskedhim to try something new, and I was sure he would try any position I requested, but that wasn’t what I wanted. But whatdidI want besides mind-blowing sex with my husband?
“Hey, got a minute?” I looked up from my computer to see Peyton in the doorway.
“Sure, what’s up?”
She closed my door and took a seat in front of my desk. “I just came in to see if you have any more questions regarding Sensation. I know I told you to think about it, but when I was given the opportunity to go the first time, it was overwhelming, to say the least.”
I nodded. “It is. How did you get invited?”
