Free A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance by Cynthia Dane Page B

truth?” Christmas was a little over a week away. This would probably be the last busy night for The Dark Hour until the New Year’s party. Even Lana, who finally made Christmas present arrangements for her extended family, was starting to pack for her and her husband’s trip upstate in the coming days.
    “How are things? Still kicking ass and taking names?”
    “Of course.” Lana flagged a server and ordered a double of what she already had. “I wouldn’t have my life any other way. Someone around here has to represent the pussy-having business side of things.”
    Elle laughed. “If I had half the business tenacity that you do, I would probably join you in that. As it is, I can barely balance personal and public. I haven’t dated anyone in three months. Hoping I can score some ass tonight.”
    Lana looked around the room. “I think you’ll have your choice of studs.” On a busy night, there were always unpaired male subs wandering around, looking for a boot to lick and a strap-on to ride. Or somewhere in between. Elle was a popular Domme who usually had her pick of them. Something Lana quickly brought up before her friend could change subjects.
    “Oh, I hear it’s even easier now. Dommes pairing off left and right, leaving us single ones with all the hard cock we can swallow.”
    “’Tis been a big year for romance in the kink scene, that’s for sure.” Even if old, established couples broke up, new ones popped up to take their places.
    Two of them came by now, since Ken couldn’t contain himself and invited them over the moment he spotted them.
    “Lana,” Ian Mathers, dressed as if he came from a business meeting said in acknowledgment. His recently cut hair was striking in the dim lights of the club, but nowhere near as striking as his arm candy, the filthy rich and beautiful Kathryn Alison. The two of them were a fellow switch couple, although from Lana’s bored understanding, Kathryn did more submitting than her boyfriend. Tonight, however, nobody had a collar or leash on, and Kathryn greeted Elle Hernandez with a big, vibrant smile and a loud voice. Apparently they knew each other well.
    Lana was always in the mood to talk to more likeminded women. Elle was great, but adding Kathryn the dominating woman was even better. Too bad Kathryn didn’t think much of Lana, or so the wife of Ken Andrews surmised. Their conversations were often tenuous at best. For all her bravado, Kathryn didn’t care much for Lana’s flirty personality. Or something. Lana wasn’t absolutely sure, nor did she care.
    Tonight Kathryn was pleasant company as the men and women segregated themselves to talk Christmas, business plans for the new year, and sex. Not necessarily in that order.
    Lana was in the middle of describing the sex swing she and Ken were thinking about installing in their playroom when Ian came over, tapped on his girlfriend’s shoulder, and whispered something into her ear. They exchanged smiles before Kathryn was sucked into an ongoing conversation on the boys’ side about her father’s current plans for a property he purchased in another state.
    “So how’s the swinging,” Elle asked, leaning in toward Lana. “And I don’t mean the sex swing. Or maybe I do?”
    “Things are the same,” Lana responded. She didn’t feel like bringing up her suspicions. After all, she came to one of her favorite places to relax and think about anything but a cheating husband. Even if she came with that husband. And even if she planned on screwing that husband sometime tonight. Wouldn’t be a night at The Dark Hour without fucking my husband. The only question was whether she would Top or bottom.
    “Maybe you should try those two tonight,” Elle teased, motioning to Ian and Kathryn. “They seem fun.”
    “Hardly,” Lana muttered into her drink.
    “I thought you used to crush on Mathers.”
    “I’ve crushed on a lot of men, Elle.”
    “I seem to recall you specifically saying that you wanted to suck his