Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

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Nick was crazy busy most of the flight to North Carolina with calls and a few stern video meetings. I didn't try too hard not to listen in from my perch in the front leather seat. Well, seats as we were alone on a 10-row private jet. I could get used to this!

I sigh looking out my exclusive window. I didn't confront Nick after the hotwives party. He gets it though (oh does he!) and has been super considerate over the last week. I just don't know if I'm being too sensitive. He told me he wants to have sexcapades with me. With us. With other people. Oh God, with people watching us! That was the deal. I shift in my leather seat. Why should I expect more? Except... I'm falling for Nick. It's not just the totally off the charts hotness and sex. I like the man too. Frankly, I don't want to confront him and watch him shut down. I've seen hints of it and it's pretty brutal. I agreed to this trip so we can continue as we are. I must stop being Harlequin Romancey and see where this leads. Yes I have feelings and am not going to be used. Well... if he wants to leave the door open at a sex club while he fucks me... I squirm in my seat again and reach to crank open the air vent. Then again, I did pimp him out that one time. The slightest smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

Almost accidentally I heard Nick lecture some poor guy about outdated projections and permitting issues. "I can't make an informed decision with two year old financials. We've been over this and you're wasting my time even looking at these." To some lawyer, "No, it's mixed use which is what their redevelopment agency wants. And we'll rehab the nearby inland waterway as part of the permits as long as we get that federal funding match. You know this already, Margie. See you and Herb tonight."

We land, have an immense black, SUV waiting for us at a private terminal, and wind down to the coast.

Oh my God, I never knew this resort was on the same beach as the family the condo we had!

The porter places our bags in the room and shows us around. "We're having a warm spell so I'll throw these open." The lanky twentysomething with a clean but unmistakable surfer look, slides open a three-panel massive glass wall. The sounds of waves and seagulls in a gentle seabreeze flow in.

Nick palms him a tip and then we are alone.

"Sorry, I was so busy on the flight. We just have to get this right if we're going to move forward." He comes up behind me, leaning on the bamboo railing of the lanai porch over the crisp white sand. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he nuzzles my ear, "I'll be at dinner and back about ten. Order room service, watch a movie, walk on the beach. Whatever you want." I reach a hand overhead to rub his shoulder, my other arm extended, pointing.

"Right over there was our condo. Many high school and college summers were spent on this beach. Can't believe I'm back here." I drift silently in memories of beach chairs, the smell of sunscreen, and the shrimp basket at Louie's. One spring break my friends brought home several waiters after closing a restaurant. I slept with Sean that night. One time. Kind of tipsy. So out of character. He slunk off in the morning before the other girls were up. So I lied that he hadn't stayed over.

Was the sex any good? I seem to remember it was over very fast and he was snoring draped across me. I was so disappointed! It was supposed to be that fling a girl cherishes. My eyes squint. His thingy was really small and the whole spring break sex on the beach movie scene lasted ten minutes?

Nick pulls me into the now, "Hey. You Here? I'll see you later Morgan. Order or get anything you need or want," and he was out the door.

What if I want you, Dominick? Huh? Can room service deliver that?

Why didn't he invite me to dinner? I can handle myself with his business contacts. I pout while pulling on a new resort outfit and canvas espadrilles. I break the seal on Chanel sunglasses and stop. Okay, I like the private jet, the beach club cabana and the allowance. But I didn't come here to just be a piece of ass for Dominick Chandler! Am I a brat? This is all so new. Look at this adventure, and this man, and him wrapping himself around me on the veranda.