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forces a smile. “How nice to see you, Claudia. How are the wedding plans going?”

      “It’s going to be the event of the season.” I can’t help boasting a little. I’ve often heard rumors that Arlene is interested in Adam. When I started dating him, she stopped inviting me to events.

      “I can’t wait,” she says, but I don’t believe her.

      Arlene continues into the bathroom, followed by a woman I don’t recognize.

      “Whoa,” Annelise comments. “She’s a royal bitch, isn’t she?”

      “You’ve met her only once and you figured that out.”

      “I’m guessing there’s a story there.”

      “Yeah, but I won’t bore you with it. Let’s find Charles.”

      There’s something electric about Adam when he speaks. Something captivating. He has the power to mesmerize people, make them stop whatever they’re doing and listen to him, just as they are now.

      And he’s so natural when he’s speaking before a crowd. It’s obvious to me and anyone who knows him that he should be in the public arena.

      “The mother came to me in tears, and told me that the vacation to the Turks and Caicos brought a smile to her son’s face that she hadn’t seen since he’d first become ill. For the first time in a year and a half, he was able to be a child. To laugh and have fun without worry about treatments.” Adam pauses as his eyes move over the crowd. “That, ladies and gentlemen, is why I do what I do. It’s important work. The most important work.” There are nods and hums of agreement. “I thank each and every one of you for coming out tonight to support this great cause. With your help, we’ll make every child in need’s dream come true in Georgia!”

      The crowd erupts in applause. I smile at Adam with admiration. He raises a hand in a wave to everyone, then, as the applause dies, makes his way off the stage.

      I wrap my arms around him. “That was a great speech, Adam. You knock ’em dead every time.”

      “Thank you, babe.”

      I’m by his side as he spends time shaking hands. He’s already working the crowd like he’s on the campaign trail.

      After several minutes, he takes my hand. “I’ve got to escape for a minute.”

      He whisks me away. We hurry across the floor of Atlanta’s prestigious Supper Club. It’s a members-only type club, and you have to be invited to join. Of course, on a night like this, anyone able to pay the ticket price for dinner—the proceeds of which go to the Wishes Come True Foundation—is allowed entry.

      I’m about to ask Adam where he’s taking me when he opens the door to what looks like a utility room. He ushers me inside.

      Before the door clicks shut, he’s pushing my gown up to my waist. “Adam,” I say cautiously.

      “I’ve had enough of everyone out there. I want to eat your pussy.”

      I open my mouth to protest, but he’s already pulling my panties down. When he flicks his tongue over me, he moans long and loud, like my nectar is the sweetest thing on earth.

      “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

      I know there are five hundred guests just outside that door, but I can’t resist my man. And I don’t really want to. I doubt anyone else will venture into this utility closet, so I feel safe.

      His hot tongue laves my clit, and now I’m the one who moans. I grip his shoulders to keep my balance.

      I’m in the throes of passion when I hear the door creak open. I jump back so fast, I slip and nearly fall.

      “Shit,” I utter, trying to right my dress. It’s then that I realize Adam isn’t hurrying like I am. In fact, he’s still on his knees, smiling as he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

      “Adam!” I whisper sharply.

      “Relax,” he says, stroking my hand. “I’m expecting company.”

       “What?”

      “Hello?” someone calls out. A man’s voice.

      Now Adam gets to his feet. “Around the corner,” he answers.

      My stomach takes a serious nosedive, and my breath leaves me in a rush. “Adam…”

      “It’s a surprise, babe.”

      Before I can say another word, an attractive white man rounds the corner. A moment later, I recognize him. Jason—the bartender who helped us create our own special drink for our wedding!

      “What’s going on here?” I ask. My voice is shaky, and I feel sick. And scared.

      “You remember Jason,” Adam answers.

      “I remember him, but what’s he doing here?”

      Jason moves toward me slowly. His lustful gaze makes me feel dirty. “Think of it as a present.”

      My eyes fly to Adam’s. “A present?”

      Adam rubs the small of my back. “Uh-huh. It’s okay. Jason enjoys…the lifestyle.”

      “The lifestyle?”

      “Usually when you swing, you bring a partner, but I was working the bar here—”

      “A swinger?” I hiss, glaring at Adam. I look at Jason and say, “Give us a moment, please.”

      I take Adam by the hand and pull him out of earshot from Jason. “What the fuck—”

      He puts a finger on my lips to shush me. “I thought you wanted to try this.”

      “Me? When did I ever tell you that?”

      “That night we were at the club. You said you were turned on.”

      “With you, yes. But it’s not something I want to try with other people. You want me to be with another man?”

      “I didn’t think you were ready to be with another woman. I figured this was safer.”

      “Here’s a news flash. I’ll never be with another woman, okay? You’ve been watching too much porn.”

      Adam’s gaze wanders beyond me, and his lips curl in a grin. I whip my head around. Jason has his cock out and is stroking himself.

      “Oh my God, Adam. He’s some kind of freak.”

      “No, he’s just hot for you. He told me that the moment he saw you, he got a hard-on.”

      I glare at Adam. “You’ve been smoking up, haven’t you?” Adam doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. I can see it in his eyes. And in this absurd scenario he’s suggested. I can hardly believe that just moments before he gave such an empowering speech.

      He covers my breasts, then kisses me. “Relax, baby. You’ve got two guys here to fulfill your every fantasy.”

      I don’t understand him. He wants to watch me fuck another guy in this utility room, when there are hundreds of well-dressed, influential people just outside the door?

      He nibbles on my ear. “We get married in four weeks.”

      “And I don’t want to be doing this kind of shit.” I use a finger to angle his face so that he stares directly into my eyes. “Do you hear me? I am not into the ‘lifestyle’ or ‘swapping’ or whatever you want to call it. I am into you. But I’m not sure you’re into me,” I add, my voice cracking a little.

      “Of course I’m into you. Why do you think I want to give you this gift?”

      I inhale sharply when fingers skim my neck. I throw a gaze over my shoulder.

      Jason smiles as he runs the tips of his fingers

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