She groaned like she couldn’t take it anymore as she flopped next to me. “Don’t you think if it were going to happen, it would have happened?”

I scoffed. “Things happen when we’re ready for them.”

She set a hand on my elbow, her hazel eyes locking with mine. “Let me level with you. Nothing is going to happen with Jake and me.”

I pouted. “Why not?”

She heaved a sigh. “Lily, do I need to spell this out?”

“Um, maybe you do. Have I mentioned he’s hella hot and so are you and you’d make a great couple?”

“You are relentless.”

“Only because I know you’re right for each other,” I said, goading.

“It’s not in the cards.”

“Why? Tell me why.”

She laughed. “I’m. Not. Attracted. To. Him.”

My jaw came unhinged, then I set the back of my hand on her forehead. “Yes, you do have the flu.”

“Natch, I’m terribly ill for not being into Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”

“Aha!” I pointed at her like I’d caught her in a web of lies. “So, you do admit he’s good-looking.”

“Just because I can recognize he’s extremely good-looking doesn’t make him my type.” She nudged my waist with her elbow, her voice dipping. “But maybe he’s your type.”

My brow creased. “What?”

“Aww. That’s cute how you act all innocent.”

“It’s not an act.”

She parked her hands on her hips. “Studies have shown that threesomes work best when the third party is someone you all know and trust.”

What had she just said?

Had she said that?

The notion was a gong banging, waking me up.

I blinked. Swallowed. My brain went into overdrive.


The best man?

The man we knew?

Could he? Would he? And more so, could I?

My mind supplied the image. The man who’d been nameless, faceless, in my threesome fantasies suddenly became flesh and blood.

He became my fiancé’s best friend.

My pulse soared, and my skin tingled. What if Jake was the other man in my dirty dreams?

Would that work? Could that work? What would it do to their friendship if things went haywire?

I didn’t know any of the answers, but my chest tingled as I pictured a new reel of fantasies.

Fantasies that felt like they could become real.

So damn real.

Kate smirked and twirled her index finger in a circle. “I see the spreadsheet columns in your mind adding up.”

I shook my head. “I don’t speak spreadsheet.” It came out robotically because I was still processing that . . . sum of the columns. That specific sum of the parts.

Had the nameless, faceless man been in front of me all along?

“But I do,” Kate said. “And I can tell the sum of you plus Finn plus Jake is looking pretty damn good.”

I grabbed her arm, whispering, “They’re best friends. Would that be weird? For them?” I had to get her take. She was so smart and sharp. She’d know this. She’d understand it.

Kate’s eyes glinted. “I don’t know. I guess that’s what you’d have to find out. But I don’t think it’d be awkward for them if it’s what Finn wants for you. And I bet it’s what he wants for you.”

I was a desperate woman now, focused on this brand new option. “How can you be so certain?”

“Because Finn is obsessed with your pleasure.”

She let that statement hang there in the Vegas air. And I couldn’t unhear it. Couldn’t unthink it. She’d homed in on something so obvious I’d nearly missed it. Finn was indeed obsessed with my pleasure. It was the thing that drove him. Me. He loved taking care of me in bed. Even when he was dirty and dominant, he was always focused on making me feel out of this world.

That’s what he did every night.

And maybe that was the missing piece I needed to have the courage to speak my desires. The reminder that my fiancé was a man on a mission.

His mission was me.

Perhaps I’d be giving him his dirty dreams too—the path to giving me the most pleasure.

“You may be right,” I said as a new land of possibilities opened before me.

“I am definitely right,” she replied with a smile. She spun on her heel, tipping her head toward the club. “Want to go?”

“Yes,” I said and as we wove our way through the casino, soaking in the glamour, the glitz, and the sin, I let myself imagine more specifics than I’d ever imagined before.

I pictured two men I knew—two men who’d take me to the moon and back. One I loved madly and one I knew quite well, indeed.

The idea was more tantalizing than I’d ever imagined.

What a strange and filthy new place my mind was.

And everything felt more possible than it did before we got off to the Penn Badgley lookalike.

It felt possible because I understood that we would both get something out of this. I would get my fantasy and Finn would get the chance to fulfill it.

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