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“Flip it on, Jaz,” Frank ordered.

I wasn’t sure what he meant by “flip”.

But Jazmine knew. She wedged her hand between my rump and
her crotch. The click sounded a split second before the vibrations of the toy
rippled through my ass. I didn’t think it could get any better yet it did.

Way
better.

Frank shoved his cock in and out of my pussy while Jazmine
held the vibrator buried inside my butt, forcing the waves to spread through my
entire body. An unfamiliar scream resonated in the room and at first I thought
it was Frank. But it wasn’t. It was me. I’d never heard such a strange mewl
come from my throat before. It went on and on. My muscles and bones and cells
and nerves were immersed in ecstasy.

As I came down off my high Jazmine’s body twitched. She
wheezed, struggling for air. Frank growled at about the same time. Somewhere
off in the distance of my mushy mind I noted that Frank and Jazmine came at the
very same moment.

Like lovers in sync with one another.

But so what?

I wasn’t concerned. I’d gotten what I’d set out to
accomplish.

Double-team sex with a man and a woman. I could check that
one off my list, possibly repeat it in the future if the need struck me.

I collapsed on his chest. Jazmine shut off the vibrator and
eased the toy out of my ass.

“Wow. That was
phenomenal
.” I took Jazmine with me as
I rolled off Frank. His cock slid out of my pussy.

He pulled Jazmine into his arms, tucked her head under his
chin and cradled her. His forehead glistened with sweat. He threw an arm over
his eyes. “There isn’t a single word strong enough to describe what just
happened.”

“Let’s see.” Jazmine rained kisses over his chest and played
with one of his nipples. “How about crazy sexy? Burning hot? Or mind-blowing
ecstasy?”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Those are two
words.”

Her gaze rose and met his, locked for a few silent seconds.

How sickening. These two exes definitely have unfinished
business between them.
I gave a mental shrug.
I just want to go on the
prowl for more. With someone else—or some
ones
. And maybe some
where
else besides a boring bedroom.

I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat. “Uh, hello? Are you
two vegetarians now?”

“Vegetarians?” Frank narrowed his eyes. “What the hell’s
that mean?”

I giggled and climbed from the bed. My breasts jiggled as I
walked toward the en-suite bathroom. “Yeah. I think you two just tossed aside
the meat from our sandwich. But that’s okay with—”

A series of raps pounded on the living room door. It picked
up in intensity. Impatient voices exploded from the outer apartment hallway but
I couldn’t make out the words.

“Fuck me, whoever that is, they’re going to catch hell. This
early in the morning the building’s management will throw them out.” Frank
climbed out of bed, pulled a t-shirt over his head and jammed his legs into
Levi’s. Despite his foul mood he whistled as he strolled into the living room.

I didn’t worry. Frank would get rid of them. Though these
two made me sick with their lovey-dovey stuff, I decided we were not done. I
was determined to not let this opportunity slip from my hands. We would do it
again after he got rid of the assholes banging on the door.

I crossed to the bathroom to wash up. It had been so magnificent
being double-teamed. I smiled. But the next time I planned to get in a sixty-nine
with Jaz, maybe have Frank just watch and jack off on the side. This was all a
wonderful chance to do with them as I pleased. Damn right, I was going to
become the director on this set.

My mouth watered to taste her again. Now that I got the
man-with-a-girl-on-girl fantasy checked off my list, I wanted just her.

Yeah, so I got off on women, perhaps a touch more than men.
I craved pussy—for now at least. Next week would probably be something or
someone different. Maybe that’s why I’d become tired of Frank. I needed that
extra thing, stimulation by someone different or more than one person at once.
An obsession fed and satiated, fed and satiated.

But did it matter if that obsession included getting it on
with a man and a woman, or two other women or me with two men?

Or just me and a woman?

No. I’d gotten off on the sex between Jaz and I in that cage
with everyone watching and cheering. God, so fucking hot. Yet having a man’s
cock inside me turned me on too. Yeah, I couldn’t be without a man in my life. But
I could put that on hold for now because I wasn’t done with exploring clits and
pussies and tits and womanly scents.

So I assumed that meant I was bisexual. I could be with both
sexes or combinations. Even one or the other rather than a threesome. It broadened
my options and choices of lovers.

I snickered. My pussy and clit hardened at the many
possibilities ahead.

Maybe I’m just a nympho with no sexual allegiance.

Well isn’t that exciting?

Chapter Six

 

Out in the living room, shouting escalated to screams
alternated with banging on wood.

The sound of the door being yanked open had me perking my
ears to hear what came next. I glanced at the closed bathroom door but Giovanna
continued to primp and hum. Water splashed and perfume wafted into the bedroom.

Frank said in a foul mood, “What the hell are you two doing
here?”

My stomach tightened with dread. I waited a few moments as
low voices drifted through the apartment but Gio remained in the bathroom.

I couldn’t wait for her any longer. I had to see what was
going on. So I wrapped myself in Frank’s robe and darted into the living room.
The scent of his cologne teased my senses but the pleasantness of it faded when
I saw him handcuffed.

I skidded to a halt. “Frank… Babe, what’s going on? Why are
you—”

A striking blonde woman stood next to Frank, holding his
arm. Her gaze snapped to me. Apparently she hadn’t known I was here with Frank.
Which meant she didn’t know Gio was here either.

“This is none of your business.” She held up her hand,
glared at me and curled her upper lip. She inspected me up and down with
loathing. “Step back,
babe
. Or wait. Make that stripper whore.”

I gaped and slapped a hand over my mouth. The shock of this
strange woman’s sudden attack stunned me, as did her reference to my job.
Speechless, I perused her face. It amazed me how her snarling lips and piercing
brown eyes did not detract from her attractiveness.

Hold on… Faint familiarity nagged at me. Where had I seen
her before?

“Dammit, Leah.” Frank glowered at the woman, his words laced
by a growl. “Why do you have to be such a bitch about it? Have some respect.
She’s my ex-wife.”

Leah? So he knew her?

A tall, handsome man with sandy-blond hair fisted Frank’s
t-shirt in his hand and slammed him against the wall. “Don’t you
ever
call my wife a bitch again or I’ll kill you, you bastard.”

Frank’s flaring nostrils were accompanied by a hollow laugh.
“Kill me, Ned? When the three of us had a hot affair that you thoroughly
enjoyed? I think you busting into my home and handcuffing me without an
explanation—or without reading me my rights—is a bit hypocritical.”

“You have the right to remain silent, you mother fucker.
Anything you say can and will be used against you. Blah, blah, blah.”

Frank sighed. “For what do I have that right?”

“Lewd conduct,” Ned said with a revolting chuckle.


What?
Lewd conduct?” I blurted.

“Lewd conduct?” Frank echoed. “That’s bullshit and you know
it.”

Ned shoved his reddened face into Frank’s, no more than an
inch from him. “Fuck you.”

Frank snorted. “Uh-huh. That’s exactly what the two of us
did to her during our affair. It definitely qualified as lewd. But that was at
her insistence
and
yours. Now look at us. This is outrageous and
fucked-up.”

Whoa.

My jaw dropped. Frank had had a threesome with these two?
How could that be considered lewd conduct? And if Leah had participated in this
threesome how could she arrest him and not get arrested herself?

The image of these three making love together caused that
vague feeling of envy to tug at my heart. I’d experienced that same emotion
when Gio and Frank and I had made love, when I’d noticed the attention he’d
given Gio over me. But as I had before, I shoved the jealousy aside. I wanted
all the details prior to making any judgments. I needed to know what this
bizarre turn of events consisted of.

The Ned guy growled and heaved Frank into the wall again.
“You asshole. I wish we’d never—”

“Stop it,” I said, rushing forward. “Leave him
alone
.”

“Ned. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. Let him
go. Frank has a point, several in fact.” Leah’s gaze shifted to me although she
didn’t turn her head to look at me straight on. “Sorry, Jazmine. About the
whore comment.”

Her tone sounded far from apologetic. More like resentment,
and I had no clue where this animosity came from—or how she knew my name.

Wait a minute…

I moved nearer and studied Leah’s profile. The familiarity
strengthened. I folded my arms across my ribs and took several more steps, to
within a few feet of her.

She finally faced me and set her hands on her curvy hips. I
caught a glimpse of a deep shadow of cleavage in the gap of her button-up
blouse. A black strap peeped from under her blazer jacket, a weapon tucked into
its holster.

“Stay back.” Her eyes flickered with authority yet they also
held a glimmer of envy. The expression mirrored how I felt.

I scrutinized the fit body, her height, pretty oval face and
long thick hair.

But what was it that seemed out of place? Yes. That was it.
The hair. But why? Why did she look familiar yet not familiar?

Aha. It came to me in a flash. Brunette, not blonde.

Some sort of skimpy uniform, not a cop with a different kind
of strap-on—a gun.

Then that tip-of-the-tongue syndrome spit out the truth.

That was it.

“Cindy? Are you Cindy—or was it Sandy?—the bartender from Puss
’N Tush? When Tito Faggini owned the place, got busted and they shut the club
down?”

This was the woman who’d burst into the party room with the
bouncers and my then fiancé Rob. He’d caught me and Frank in a…compromising
position and hauled me out leaving “Cindy” behind with Frank.

“Great.” She rolled her eyes. “Just great. I love it when my
cover’s blown, especially by Mrs. Stripper Sherlock. And it was Cindy not
freakin’ Sandy, you moron.”

Cindy, Sandy, Leah. Didn’t matter. Screw them all.

I rubbed at my forehead. “Are you on your period or
something?”

Frank chuckled.

“Screw you, Lyons,” Leah said, glaring at me instead of him.

I rewound this entire mess in my mind.

Hmm.

So after I’d left with Rob that night at the club right
before it had been shut down by the feds, apparently this Cindy—or Leah,
now—and Frank had hooked up.

My fingernails dug into my palms. The mental image of these
two together so soon after Frank and I had almost completed his fantasy of
doing me anally had my temper boiling.

And according to Ned’s earlier comment about their affair,
they’d added Ned to the picture later.

“Yep, that’s her, Jaz.” Frank jerked his shirt from Ned’s
hold and shoved him away. “Undercover cop. Ned too. Work out of my precinct.”

To Leah, Frank added, “Of course your cover’s blown. You
didn’t exactly come busting in here in a black wig again like you wore at Puss
’N Tush back then.”

She ground her teeth together. “Shut up, Frank. And it
wasn’t ‘black’, it was brunette—really dark brown.”

“Whatever.”

I set my hands on my hips and mirrored Leah’s stance. “So
that

s
how you knew my name? You’d been spying on me in that bartender getup? Spying
on the whole club as Cindy? And now you’re arresting Frank with no evidence?”

“I don’t owe you any explanations. But I suppose I could
show you some evidence we found at the club tonight.” She reached inside her
jacket, flipped open a black leather wallet-looking thing and flashed a badge
at Frank. “Found it on the floor by that ‘lewd’ cage you jacked off in front
of. Seems you have a negligent habit of letting your badge go missing in that
place.”

I had no idea what Leah meant about Frank’s negligence at Puss
’N Tush but the important thing at the moment was getting him out of this mess.

Leah yanked on the handcuffs. “Now let’s go, pal. Off to
jail.”

Frank glared at Ned and lifted his chin in the direction of
the couch. “I need my damn shoes. Over there in front of the rocker chair.”

Ned sauntered across the room, snatched up Frank’s work
boots and returned to where Leah had Frank in custody. Ned grabbed Frank by the
arm and hauled him out into the hallway.

I rushed to the door. “Frank. Baby, what should I do?”

“Head down to the police station, see if you and Gio can bail
me out. You might have to—”

Ned shook Frank. “Shut the hell up. She can figure it out.”

“Ha, figure it out? She’s nothing but a dumb stripper.” Leah
cackled at her own comment.

Frank glared at Leah then Ned. “You prick. I’ll say whatever
the fuck I want including instructing Jazmine what to do for me. Haven’t you
ever heard of free speech?” He glanced at me as they hauled him farther down
the hall. “Jaz, you and Gio should…”

They disappeared down the stairs before I could catch the
rest of Frank’s instructions.

Crap.

I raced back into the apartment and slammed the door behind
me.

Gio leaned against the bedroom doorjamb naked, her nipples
taut and her pussy cradled in the V between her legs. “Hey, sexy. What’s going
on with Frank? I heard the ruckus all the way from the bathroom.”

My pussy warmed and moistened. I recalled the sensation of
holding her in my arms and ramming the vibrating anal strap-on into her ass
while Frank fucked her.

But I pushed it aside. Frank was my number-one concern at
the moment. “He’s been arrested. We need to go down to the police station and
bail him out.”

“Arrested? What for?” Giovanna didn’t bat an eye. Her tone
sounded bored. Wasn’t she concerned at all? Had she overheard everything yet
feigned ignorance for some reason?

“Lewd behavior. At the club when he jacked off while we were
in the cage.”

She threw her head back and let out a husky laugh. “You’re
kidding me. Then why didn’t they arrest us too?”

I hurried to the living room window and saw that the three
of them hung around a black car as if to have a casual conversation. “I don’t
know,” I said to Giovanna. “Come to think of it, it’s very odd.”

“To say the least. Oh well. As long as it wasn’t us.” She
shrugged and went back into the bedroom.

My jaw fell open but I snapped it shut and swallowed the
scolding words I’d been about to blurt out.

What in the world is wrong with her? Could she be that
cold?

The slap of truth at my own selfish behavior during my
marriage to Frank made my stomach churn. I was
not
going to be that way
anymore. Not now. Not after that…that something that had passed between me and
Frank while we’d had our threesome with Gio.

Feelings and deep-rooted emotion—love maybe?—awakened in my
heart. Something special still existed on both our parts.

It did, I knew it did.

And I intended to explore it further. To get him back in my
life and try to fix whatever it was that had ruined our marriage.

Me. Me and my self-centered, greedy behavior had to have
been the problem.

You idiot.

But one step at a time. I needed to get him out of jail
first and get him a lawyer.

Shit, not Rob. No way.

I threw the window open, my intent to ask him if he had a
specific lawyer he needed me to contact. The acuteness of Gio’s warm presence,
the sounds of her moving around in the bedroom hovered in the periphery. But I
didn’t care. I only had eyes for Frank. He had his arms and ankles crossed, his
feet planted on the curb. He leaned in a casual stance against what I now
assumed to be an unmarked vehicle.

The cuffs were gone.

What the hell?

Ned chuckled. “You are such a sucker. I can’t believe you
fell for our fake arrest.”

“Fuck you.” Frank added his own good-natured laugh. “What
was I supposed to think? Two cops busting in my door like that.”

Rage simmered in my blood when Leah patted Frank on the
cheek. “Sweetie, we were at the club. We saw you there, decided to hunt you
down and see what’s up.”

“Oh. Well you certainly came close to seeing what’s ‘up’. So
why were you at the club anyway?”

“Getting evidence against the new owner Clive Greville.
Associate of Tito Faggini’s. Remember him? The scumbag owner we put away.”

Frank shifted his feet, stuffed his hands in his jeans
pockets and cleared his throat. “’Course I remember. The sting to head off the
drug and money laundering mess.”

“Yep. But this time it was Greville. He was suspected of
underage trafficking through the club. Got what we needed right after we
watched you jacking off at the cage. Whew. Was that ever sexy,” Leah said.

That handsome smile of Frank’s I remembered so well flitted
across his face. “Thanks. As if that’s the only time you’ve ever seen me do
that
.”

A trio of laughter echoed up the street.

Ned gave Frank a chummy punch on the arm. “You should’ve
known, you dumb ass, that you gotta have an intentional act of lewdness that
‘offends’ someone. And
no one
goes to that wild place—which you already
know are all vetted members—without knowing what they’re getting into.
Including all of us at the precinct. Besides, you should also know cops can’t
be included in the offended. In fact, you got those
un
offended customers
all horny. No doubt about that based on all the fucking and sucking and banging
that went on after you left. So ha ha. Joke’s on you, pal.”

Ned added a snicker to that.

“Mmm, and you got us horny too.” Leah leaned forward and
wrapped her arms around Frank’s neck. She moaned and kissed him with
familiarity that jabbed at my newfound feelings for him.

Frank kept his arms crossed between them, but he allowed the
kiss, even appeared to welcome it.

Ned yanked Leah away from Frank. “Hey. No sampling the merchandise
until he agrees to join us again.”

What?

“And that ‘joining us’ will not
ever
include that
stripping ex of yours up there. Or that other bitch you’ve gotten yourself
tangled up with lately.” Leah giggled, slid an arm around Ned’s waist and leaned
against him. “So what do you say? Want to get together with us again? For old
times’ sake?”

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