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raw sex appeal stood before her, temptation was rife.
    Lie between them and make love! Not just watch, but be part of whatever relationship it was that they had. She still wasn’t entirely sure what sort of relationship that was. They seemed incredibly comfortable with one another, considering they’d supposedly been apart for so long. And yes, they’d just fucked, but clearly neither of them was exclusive in their preference for their own sex.
    Elliot beckoned her over to him. He grasped her hand and tugged her down onto the bed beside him. “Are you all right? You look a little fazed. Was it what you wanted? I wouldn’t have done it, but you seemed so sure, so insistent. You’re not regretting it, are you?”
    “Does he mean it?” she asked, cutting off Elliot’s worry before it reached hyperbole. He sat up at once and pulled her tight against his body. His skin was damp and warm. He held her close, with her back pressed to his chest, so that she was looking across the room at Adam’s naked back. Despite an obvious attempt at giving them some private time, Adam was very much present. His arse, displayed to ridiculous perfection in his black leathers, was firm but not too iron-like and with just enough curve to really dig your nails into. Was there even a question over whether she longed to? No, the bigger question was whether it was right.
    Married people didn’t swing like this. At least, none of the ones she knew, or maybe they did but kept it to themselves.
    “Did he mean it?” she repeated.
    Elliot turned her head so that they were looking at one another. His expression was sober, but not overly concerned. “What would you say if he did?”
    Becca bit her lower lip. “I don’t know. What would you say?”
    Adam shot a glance at them from over his shoulder, making it obvious that he was following every word. Lord, what sort of discussion had the two men had before they’d come up here? The prospect of her joining in had never been part of the original plan. Then again, how much had actually been discussed? And why shouldn’t things progress in that direction? She’d watched them together; joining in was the logical next step.
    Well, assuming Adam wasn’t gay.
    She didn’t think Adam was gay, though, because, if he was, he wouldn’t have propositioned her, right?
    “If I said yes, would that be a problem?”
    Elliot nuzzled up against her head. “Depends what you want to do with him. I think I might have a hard time sitting back and watching you with him like you’ve just done, but sharing could be fun.”
    Yes, she’d like that. It was something new, and yet it’d be safe because Elliot was right there with her. They’d redefine their relationship; pour some of the spark from the early days back into it.
    “You’re not saying much,” Adam intruded on her thoughts.
    “Do you want this, Becca? Shall we let this rogue into our bed?”
    She did. She wanted this. What hot-blooded woman wouldn’t? Even though she knew it would change things. Their marriage wouldn’t be the same again, but it couldn’t have stayed the same anyway. She’d watched him being fucked by a man, and seeing that once had told her it was something she wanted to see again.
    If they were sharing Adam, that wouldn’t be a problem, right?
    Besides, this man formed part of Elliot’s past. It seemed she could learn a lot from him about who Elliot was and who he had been, though her fascination certainly extended beyond that, too. Her attraction to him was more than interest in her husband’s past, it was physical; a gut-level sexual response to what she’d seen the men do. She wanted more. She wanted to be involved with that in more than a passive way. Her self-induced orgasm might have wrung her out, but it hadn’t satisfied her in the way a good fucking would.
    “I want it,” she said. “I want to share him with you.”
    “Yeah?” Elliot skimmed his palms over the top of her shoulders, and then scooped downwards