My email pings again and I glance down at my laptop. There it is — the email confirming my reservation. This is really happening.

The email is from Orchid, where I’ve made a reservation for this Friday. One of the deluxe private rooms. Nothing but the best for Lila.

And Sam, I remind myself. After all, that’s the whole point of this — Lila’s wild hair of an idea that since I got to fuck her up the ass, I had to let Sam do the same to me.

And I had agreed. That’s the part that keeps boggling my mind. I, Bennett McCardiff, had agreed to let Sam Baines fuck me in the ass. It’s completely fucking absurd. I must be mentally ill.

Except that doesn’t stop my cock from surging with blood every time I think about it. Every time I imagine Sam breaching my virgin hole. Every time I imagine sinking into Lila while Sam sinks in to me.

It’s fucking hot, crazy or not.

I’d decided Orchid would be the best place to do it. Somehow, it feels different there. Safer. It had been the same way when we were there the other day, when I had first gone down on Sam — it was like we were out of time, out of space. Like we could be anyone we wanted.

I file the email away just as someone knocks on my office door. Blake, most likely.

“Come in,” I say. My voice catches and I clear my throat.

Blake pops his head in the door and waves around a thick manilla envelope. “Contracts from the city,” he says. “You said to bring them in as soon as they arrived.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” I say, grinning. The City Commissioner had called me the other day to let me know I won the bid, and I was still riding the high. Another win over Sam. And despite our current arrangement, I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about kicking his ass again.

Blake drops the envelope on my desk. “Are you going to want to send the signed copies back over today?” he asks before he leaves.

“Nah. I’m going to savor these babies for a while. Maybe roll around in them a bit.”

Blake chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m just going to go ahead and close your door, then.”

“Good idea.” I wink.

Blake’s been my assistant for over five years now. I know you’d expect me to have some sexy twenty-two year old girl who begs for my cock on the side, but Blake is my age, gay as they come, and efficient as fuck. I love that guy as if he were my own brother.

For a second I think about asking him if he has any advice for me, but I decide that would be too weird. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, that I’m gay or something.

I cock my head, suddenly considering the idea for the first time. Jesus. Am I gay?

I don’t think so. I mean, I still love being with Lila. Fuck, do I love it. There’s nothing better than sinking into her tight wet pussy, than nuzzling my face in her huge tits. I love everything about her — her scent, her taste, her voice, her laugh.

But, despite my best efforts to the contrary, there’s something I enjoy about Sam too. The way his body is hard, like mine. The way my cock surged in his hand the other day. The way he tasted when I took him in my mouth. The way it felt to have his come hit the back of my throat.

I stare out the window for a minute. Maybe it’s better not to analyze it too much. I’ll just ride this wave — whatever it is — for as long as I can. Right now we’re all enjoying ourselves, and that’s all that matters.

* * *

On Friday, I head to Orchid straight from work. I want to make sure everything is ready before Lila and Sam arrive. I had asked Sadie to provide a couple of bottles of their best champagne, and once in our private room, I find those nestled in ice buckets on the center table. There’s fruit and chocolate too, and even fluffy bathrobes, and extra towels. The deluxe rooms have private bathrooms with jacuzzi tubs and everything, just like a five-star hotel.

I reach into the shopping bag I brought in with me and pull out the industrial-sized bottle of lube I bought. If I’m going to get fucked in the ass, I’m going to be fucking prepared. I set it on the small ledge next to the bed. Something in my chest clenches. Nerves? I push the thought aside.

I meet Lila and Sam at the restaurant a few doors down, where we’d decided we’d have dinner first. In retrospect, that may not have been the best idea. We’re all strangely quiet and tense, all of us just waiting for what we know is about to come after.

Before we’re half way done our meals, Lila sets down her fork. She looks back and forth between Sam and I. Bites her lip in that adorable way she has.

“I don’t know about you guys, but this is not what I’m hungry for.”

It takes a second for her words to sink in, and it isn’t until she coyly bats her eyelashes that I realize what she’s talking about.

I sneak a glance over at Sam and find him watching me. His brown eyes look dark in the dim lighting of the restaurant. His lip twitches, and I think he’s trying not to smile.

I ball up my napkin and throw it on my plate, then reach into my wallet and add a few hundred dollar bills to the pile.

“Let’s go.” I push my chair out so fast it almost topples over. Lila and Sam stand up just as quickly, and then the three of us are rushing out of the restaurant.

We silently make our way back to Orchid, and then I use my access card to open the door to our room. Sam and I step back to let Lila enter first.

I see her jaw drop as she takes in the room. I hadn’t really noticed much this afternoon, except to make sure all the necessities were here, but now I look around and try to see it the way she does. The high ceilings, the long velvet curtains, the crystal chandelier. The California king-sized bed. The play table in the middle of the room.

Wait till she sees the bathroom, I think, chuckling to myself.

Lila turns back around to face us. She looks absolutely radiant — her face is glowing, and the slim-fitting silver dress she’s wearing is accentuating every amazing thing about her flawless body. Now she’s grinning ear to ear as she takes in everything about the deluxe room. I’m glad I get a chance to spoil her a little bit. I should have done this earlier.

Sam slips his suit jacket off and folds it over the back of the chair. He’s just wearing a white button-down shirt now, and a silver tie that matches Lila’s dress almost perfectly. Silver cufflinks glint from his wrists as he folds his arms across his chest.

I take a deep breath. “Champagne?”

Lila is still staring around the room in awe, and Sam looks lost in his own thoughts, so I go to the desk and grab the bottle out of the ice bucket. It’s still plenty cold, so I rip off the foil, twist off the wire cage, and then pop the cork out.

The loud pop draws Lila and Sam’s attention back to me. They make their way over and I pour us each a glass of champagne.

“Should we toast?” Lila asks, pausing before she takes a sip, the glass pressed up against her pretty pink lips.

I try to think of something clever to say, something that will somehow encapsulate all the thoughts running through my head, but I come up blank.

It’s Sam that steps in.

“To … expanding horizons,” he says. I don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

I meet his eyes and clink my glass against his, and then we both tap Lila’s glass.

I take a long swallow, and then another, draining the glass. Then I slowly begin to unknot my tie.