up. “What if I want to spend time with both of you? Will that get me in to lots of trouble?” “Absolutely.” Wade smiled and nodded at the bad boy. She turned to face his partner. Wade said, “This is Dalton Rourke. He and I have been best friends since grade school.” Dalton reached out his hand. Olivia slid her fingers into his and squeezed as he added, “And we share everything.” She gave him her best firm handshake as if glad-handing a contributor at the charity events she attended back home. “Does that mean you want to share me? Because I’d be doubly delighted.” He laughed out loud. “Good choice, Wade. I like her.” “How did you know I was with Wade already?” He nodded toward the dark imported ale in Wade’s hand. “My first clue was the beer. The second and better indication was the text he sent right before heading to the john.” “What did the text say?” she asked. “Babe in the blue dress at the bar equals ours.” Olivia looked at Wade and then back at Dalton. “I see. Guess I’ll have to keep my eye on the both of you.” “That would be best.” Wade put his beer bottle down on the bar. “Can we go sit someplace more comfortable?” Dalton asked. He pointed to a sofa across the room. “Clay told me on the way in that the performance was about to start.” Wade pointed to another doorway. “We could go settle into a booth in the next room.” “The next room?” Olivia asked. Dalton nodded. “Where the stage is, and also where the sex show will commence.” Olivia downed the rest of her champagne in a single gulp. She set the glass down on the bar and said, “Then let’s go to the next room.” The imminent sex with near strangers, that she wanted so desperately with two perfect men, was about to begin. In the next room would be a demonstration of sorts. If she was still on board with this lifestyle, then she could choose to accompany these two men to something called the Stadium show tomorrow night. She could also choose to spend tonight with these two men. Heart pounding nearly out of her chest at the thought of even kissing either of these men, Olivia took the plunge. She slid off the barstool ready to forge ahead. Wade gently took her hand and pulled her along. Dalton plastered his hand in the center of her back and propelled her toward the door, leading to where tonight’s exotic performance would take place. Olivia walked on trembling legs. She was filled with heady excitement. She was escorted into a darkened room. A stage took up one whole wall of the place. There were thirty or so half booths situated on several terraced platforms going from the stage out to the back of the room. Five booths were situated per tier and six tiers fit in the room. They were not the very last trio to enter, but nearly. Wade led her to a booth in almost the center of the room. She slid into the booth with a low table centered just above her knees. Wade walked around to one side and Dalton entered on the same side she did. Both men slid very close as they settled in the cushioned seat. She was sandwiched between them, and she liked it. “Want something else to drink before the show starts?” Wade asked. “No. Thank you.” She didn’t want any distractions. Plus, she’d already gulped down three full drinks tonight. She already felt the warm relaxation properties of the champagne seeping into her limbs. Wade turned toward her. She looked at his serious face. His blue eyes fairly drilled a tunnel to her soul. “There’s something I need to know,” he said. The serious tone of his voice took her off guard. Olivia blinked. “What is it?” He leaned in. So close his mouth was inches from hers. She inhaled his luscious scent and drifted closer to him without conscious effort. “I need to know what you taste like.” He pressed his lips against hers before she took her next breath.
Chapter Two
Wade figured the kiss was a good idea the moment Olivia