Free Her Twisted Pleasures by Amelia James Page B

before danced around my eyes.
    Pleasure so pure it couldn’t be wrong took over, leaving me unable to defend myself.
    Alex moaned and kissed me, trying to make my tongue play with his, but I was too exhausted. Had he come too?
    No idea. I was too blissed-out to pay attention.
    He pressed little kisses on my lips, eyes, and cheeks. He could be really sweet when he wasn’t playing the devious bastard.
    Speaking of devious bastards….
    “You said you were going to talk me into spending the night with you.” We’d never done that before. I wanted to, but it was a bad idea—just like fucking him was a bad idea. Oh hell. I’ll probably end up doing it.
    He grinned. “Did it work?”
    I laughed. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”
    “You always have a choice.
    I’ve never forced you into anything.” He untied me, frowning.
    I’d always told myself that he made me unfaithful, but we both knew that wasn’t true. “I meant the doors are locked. I can’t escape you.” In more ways than one.
    “Mission accomplished.”
    I wanted to slap that smug smile right off his gorgeous face. “Did you plan this?”
    Alex’s wicked blue eyes danced. “You’ll never know.”
    I couldn’t trust him. He always left me guessing, but that’s just one of the reasons he so appealed to me.
    I sat up and rubbed the feeling back into my knees.
    Alex volunteered to help, but his hands kept sliding up my thighs. He leaned close and nibbled my neck. “Where do you want me to take you next?
    The bar? The stairs? The choice is yours.”
    The choice is yours. I’d heard those words before from Holland Spencer, my
    demanding ex-boss, when he wanted me to believe I was a willing accomplice to his illicit activities. My choice?
    Yeah… that’s what I’m afraid of.
    Her Boyfriend’s Bed
    I loved the NFL playoffs.
    The season was over for my team, but I still loved to watch.
    It was like a whole new season —anything could happen.
    Watching the game alone was boring so I invited a few friends over: a couple of guys from work, a couple of girls I knew—
    and wanted to know better—
    and Will and Talia.
    Will and I grew up together.
    We’d been through a lot, shared a lot—including some of our women. I was fucking Will’s current girlfriend, Talia. He knew all about it—hell, it was his idea. We’d been trading women since college. It started over a bottle of expensive Tequila and a drunken dare.
    My girl at the time—
    Sidney?—liked to flirt, liked to fuck. Unbelievably, I had a hard time keeping up with her.
    We were hanging out and drinking shots with Will and his girl… Kristen? After a couple of shots, Sidney decided the girls should switch partners. I’d dated Kristen a couple semesters before, so we knew each other well. Will thought Sidney was hot, and she’d flirted a bit with him too.
    We laughed at her idea, but she didn’t give it up, and the drunker we got, the more appealing fucking someone different became. Finally, Sidney pulled her shirt off, sat in Will’s lap, smiled at Kristen and said, “I dare you to let me fuck him.”
    Kristen frowned. “Just sex?
    No strings?”
    “Just sex. Just for fun. You can do whatever you want with Alex.”
    Kristen’s eyes shifted in my direction. She still wanted me.
    “Okay.”
    Will’s eyes nearly popped right out when Sidney dragged him off to my bedroom with no objection from Kristen. I was a little shocked too, but happily buzzed when Kristen cuddled up next to me. We started reminiscing about how much fun we’d had together, and pretty soon we were naked and making out on the floor. It felt damn good to fuck her again, but a relationship would never work. We were happy with a one-night fling.
    After the girls had gone home and we’d sobered up, Will and I talked about what we’d done with each other’s women. It was pretty hot knowing our girlfriends enjoyed sex just for fun. They were confident in their sexuality, and not having sex just to please us.
    We rarely