Chapter 14 #3
Not to mention, psychic branches like ours tended to be a bit harder to reel in, so the fees that came with the government stepping in and curbing our magic weren’t cheap.
But the fact that she paid for psychic cleanses on her own said a lot.
I’d looked into them once about a decade ago.
They were far more effective than dampener pills since they didn’t include all the added side effects, but the cleanses only lasted a few months.
Last time I looked into it, a single session cost ten grand.
I couldn’t fathom paying for two or three sessions in a year, and I was absolutely certain they’d only gotten more expensive over time.
Vanessa and Emiliano’s minds synced, locking onto one of the dancers now making her rounds to the tables, greeting the audience. It seemed they all came out for a bit of Q&A, along with the tips that came from brief conversation.
“She’s lovely,” Vanessa said, leaning closer to her husband. “Want me to talk to her, or were you thinking more of a free pass?”
My face flushed as Vanessa’s mind whirled with tantalizing thoughts of what she’d do to that young dancer with or without her husband’s company.
Emiliano noticed my reaction and smirked. Leaning in close to his wife, he whispered something, and based on how his mind flashed with images of bedding Milo and me, I quickly gathered their silent chat.
“You know, if it’s something you two would be interested in,” Emiliano suggested, pausing for us to finish the thought.
Milo smirked. “Certainly, something to consider.”
“Never a rush,” Vanessa said, gently squeezing her husband’s bicep. “We just thought it’d be nice to float the idea your way. We’ll be in the city a few more months, it seems.”
“Could be fun to play.” Emiliano locked eyes with Milo, both drifting to a near-intimate encounter they almost had, an opportunity missed, but mutual pining still existed.
Admittedly, their arousal ignited my own.
“We’ll definitely consider it.” Milo eyed me, cautious but curious, and absolutely convinced he needed to offer up a polite no to Emiliano and Vanessa.
“Absolutely,” I replied, nonchalant and much to Milo’s surprise.
“Great.” Emiliano grinned from ear to ear. “Maybe we can plan for something in a few weeks.”
“Oh, after that big case of yours is all wrapped up.” Vanessa strummed her fingers against one another. “That’d be quite the celebration.”
“Most definitely.” Milo smirked, cheeks twitching a bit nervously, still convinced I was being generous to the topic.
“Why wait?” I asked with a casual shrug, leaving the rest of the party perplexed. “You’ve got a babysitter already booked for a late night. We’ve got an empty penthouse.”
“I mean, she did say we could add an overnight if needed,” Vanessa said with a shrug.
As the shock wore off, Milo’s mind linked to mine. “Are you sure about this? Swinging is a bold step. I know it’s not really your thing.”
“You act like I wasn’t a part of our throuple.
” I eyed him, sending memories of our time with Finn coursing through his surface thoughts.
He quivered as his mind sank into the enticing exploits we’d shared what seemed a lifetime ago.
“You think a prude would let you and Finn run an Eiffel Tower on them as often as I did?”
Milo grinned, cheeks turning slightly red as his thoughts twisted with flashes of him and Finn railing me from either end, using me entirely, and making me satisfy their every need until their carnal lust had been satiated. Some nights, they’d tag team me until none of us could stand the next day.
“Just because I don’t flaunt my desires in crude humor like you and the lumbering giant over there”—I flicked my gaze to Diaz—“doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a night of misadventure.”
“It’s just a big ask.” Milo pursed his lips. “And from the rumors I hear, quite the big ask.”
I smiled at Diaz. “Oh, I am very curious to see what this big ole cowboy brings to the table.”
He might’ve had an annoying sense of humor, but like Milo, there was a certain charm to Emiliano’s antics. And he was quite cute to look at. I could easily enjoy a night with him and Milo, so long as it was just the night.
“I only have two stipulations,” I said, setting my drink aside. “I don’t like the idea of messy feelings, but guessing by the professionalism already stirring in both of your thoughts, that won’t be an issue.”
“And the second?” Vanessa asked.
“I don’t want to do anything with you.” I grimaced. “No offense—you’re quite lovely. But women just, uh… Yeah, it’s not my thing.”
“Fair enough.” Vanessa traced her finger along the rim of her cocktail glass. “Shame. You might be the cutest one here.”
“No worries,” I said with a nervous chuckle as my cheeks flushed, and pin prickles danced on my skin. “I’m sure these two will keep you plenty occupied.”
I sat with everyone’s thoughts spinning to sexual curiosities of where the night would lead, and despite my own nervousness, I found myself enveloped by the lust of the evening. I’d chase this high and follow it with Milo at my side.