What Caroline Wants

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Caroline was wet, almost against her will, the moment those words tumbled out of Jace’s mouth. She was completely incredulous her husband would say such things in front of others, but knew why he was doing it. He was a smart man. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t completely mortified. “Okay, I get it”—she patted his leg—“but can you tone down the explicitness a bit?” She gave the Slaters a tentative smile.

“No, that’s okay,” Pete said. “We like it explicit. In fact, your husband got us going in about two sentences. That might be a world record around here.”

Caroline glanced over to witness Pete’s hand trailing up his wife’s leg and watched as it slid under her dress. Emma repositioned herself slightly to give him better access.

Was Emma naked under there?

Without Caroline’s consent, more wetness hit her panties.

Yes, she’d worn panties.

Now, maybe in hindsight, she shouldn’t have.

“Um, with the general direction this convo is headed, I believe I need another drink,” Caroline confessed as she edged off the couch. “But I don’t want to interrupt the…mood, so I’ll just get it myself.” She stood before anyone could say anything and made her way around the sofa. “Jace, you can keep talking if you’d like. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she called over her shoulder. If she really examined her feelings, she found that she was, in fact, fine. After the initial shock of what Jace had just blurted out had worn off, and as she’d watched Pete touch Emma, her libido had gone into overdrive, and very simply, she liked it.

Maybe loved it?

It’s the sole reason why they were here, after all. She couldn’t lose sight of that. Now she just had to keep her head on straight and try to keep the guilty feelings that were begi

“As you were saying?” Pete prodded Jace in the background, a joking tone behind his voice. Pete had dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Caroline really did have to admit the man was handsome. Where Michael Collins had model good looks, Pete Slater had a carefree appeal that seemed to go well with his lifestyle. He had high cheekbones, tan skin, and a pair of stu

Caroline turned and headed back to the couch, but instead of sitting down next to her husband, she paused behind him, settling her hand on his shoulder.

His arm immediately snaked up as he grabbed hold of her.

It felt nice to be co

“Well,” Jace started, “Caroline had already had three orgasms on her own before I stopped the car, which was a first for her. Once I parked, it was only a matter of seconds before she came again, and then she came again with her ass undulating on my lap. It was fucking incredible.”

Pete whistled low, and Caroline blushed.

Then he gave Caroline a heated gaze that made her tingle and her toes curl. As he looked at her, Jace increased the pressure of his hand on hers for a moment, and Caroline had to stifle a giggle.

So this wasn’t that easy for him after all.

That was nice to know.

“That’s so sexy,” Emma cooed as she opened her legs a little farther apart, but not enough for Caroline or Jace to get a good glimpse of anything. It was a seductive move, and Pete welcomed it, moving his hand up a little higher. “You must have what we call a hot button. For most women, it’s a struggle to get there—well, without battery-operated help anyway—much less come multiple times on their own. I can do it, but only if I’m extremely turned on.” Emma’s eyes were hooded as her husband’s hand started to move back and forth.

Caroline’s nipples hardened under her shirt, and she blushed even more, if that was possible.

She’d never considered herself to have a hot button and certainly hadn’t had one until her talented husband had coaxed her into finally letting go enough to have one orgasm, let alone many. “I’m not sure about the hot-button thing—or if I qualify. I certainly wasn’t born that way, which Jace can attest to many times over. In the begi

“I think the key is that you’re just really hot for your husband.” Emma smiled. “Maybe that’s how we came to be here, in this room. Two completely smart, confident women in great relationships, searching for that next thing that will take us over the pleasure abyss. Our husbands have given us a great gift, but they’ve also given us a curse. They’ve gifted us ultimate pleasure, but it’s a drug, and like any drug, you need a bigger dose each time you take it.”

Caroline would agree there was some truth to that.

Piper certainly fit into that category as well.

Jace had patiently helped Caroline scale a wall she’d initially thought was too high, but once she was over, it had brought her divine pleasure.

But Caroline didn’t know Emma well enough, and did not want this woman as a close friend with whom to share secrets and meaningful conversations. It would be much too hard to meet up with her for a casual lunch or go to the gardening store to pick out planters after having shared such private things with one another.

It just couldn’t happen.

So, instead of getting into a possible philosophical conversation about pleasure being the drug of choice, and where they both stood on the matter, she opted to go a different route. “That might be true,” Caroline conceded. “We might be addicted to pleasure, but like any drug, it needs to be consumed first before there’s any high.” She stroked Jace’s hand for a moment. “And we’re not consuming anything sitting here, are we?” She raised an eyebrow as she glanced around the group.

Jace turned in his seat, a half smile playing on his lips. “No, we certainly aren’t,” he answered, gri

Caroline watched Pete slip his hand out from under his wife’s dress, both of them sitting up. “I think that sounds like a great idea.” He stood, reaching for Emma’s hand. “We’re going to head down to the basement. We have a nice space down there for entertaining.” He winked. “Follow us.”

Caroline almost burst out laughing, and it didn’t help when Jace got off the couch and made a fu

But she wasn’t at all surprised the Slaters had a love nest in the basement. It seemed the Strattons shared more than they knew with the Slaters.

Souped-up basements to give women with hot buttons even more pleasure.

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Jace had to stop the party for a second while he ran out to the car to grab the video camera. But he was back before the others headed downstairs. It hadn’t seemed appropriate to tote the thing in when they’d arrived. The bag wasn’t that big, but the intent to videotape people fucking would have been written all over it.