Free Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo

fuck, but that takes some of the fun out of things. Don’t you agree, Oliver?”
    The young man jumped, his gaze snapping to Josh. “What?”
    “If we just jump right into bed, things are a lot less entertaining.”
    Oliver nodded. “No reason not to enjoy ourselves. Make things last.” The way he said it gave Josh the impression Oliver didn’t count on this happening again. Best to make the most of it in case the unspoken prediction came true.
    “So what kind of game, Josh?” Beth abandoned her position by the window and joined Oliver. “I mean, what do you have in mind?”
    The possibilities whizzed through his mind. But the first priority was clear. Bare skin.
    Some people were comfortable with their bodies and others weren’t. Oliver was a runner, had even participated in a few marathons in the region. With that level of dedication, a strong sleek body went with it. Muscles danced beneath the fabric of his clothing, teasing Josh until he was impatient to rip Oliver’s clothing free.
    No, he had to wait. Patience.
    “Beth, I want you to step behind Oliver and unbutton his shirt.” Leaning back in his seat, Josh waited. Oliver didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact with Josh. Lust and impatience burned in that gaze, both of which pleased him to no end. There was none of the trepidation he’d expected to find. Good. He wanted them both to remember this night for a long time after.
    Beth wasn’t hesitant. With nimble fingers, she popped the buttons free from their holes, exposing inch after inch of firm chest. Josh wanted to laugh at the way she raked her nails across Oliver’s skin, leaving a faint red trail over black ink. Oliver shivered and his nipples hardened. Beth pressed harder.
    Interesting.
    “Beth, answer me something?”
    She peeked around Oliver. Her eyes were lust-filled and her lips wet. “Yes?”
    “You’ve been around the club for two years now. What’s your favorite thing to watch?”
    Her lips parted in a silent O, she flexed her fingers against Oliver’s nipples, causing him to buck forward.
    “I…it’s a bit—”
    “Don’t say it’s silly.” Setting the ground rules was important if they were all going to enjoy themselves. “There is nothing silly about what the people do at the club. There is nothing silly about wanting to do some of those things yourself. But we can’t help you if we don’t know what they are. So tell us, what do you like to watch?”
    “The spankings.” She let out a soft groan and pressed her forehead to the back of Oliver’s shoulder. “I like it when someone gets up on the stage and gives one of the subs a good hard smack.”
    Something in the wording caught Josh’s attention. “And who would you rather be? The one giving or receiving?”
    This time there was no shyness or hesitation. “I want to be the one giving.”
    Very interesting. His naughty little Beth.
    “I—I don’t know why. I don’t want to dominate someone. Not really. But watching them give the spanks…there’s just something…”
    Josh turned his attention to Oliver. The flush started somewhere in the middle of his chest and now rose to cover most of his neck and face. “It seems, my dear, our Oliver isn’t opposed to the idea of being on the receiving end.”
    Oliver’s gaze flashed something, but the emotion was gone as quickly as it appeared. “I’ve always liked strong lovers. Women. My—” he cleared his throat, “—previous lover, she tried, but she didn’t really care about me.”
    “Is that what you want? Beth to dominate you? Me to dominate you?” Encouraged by the lack of argument, Josh smiled. “Beth, I want you to take off his jeans now. Leave the underwear. We don’t want to rush things.”
    Her fingers shook this time as she popped the fly open and pulled down the zipper. “Do you wear boxers or briefs, Ollie?” Her voice had taken on the same teasing note Josh’s had.
    “Don’t call me that,” he whispered. He turned his head to the