“That thing is a beast.”
“Finn picked it out.”
That snapped me to attention. “What?”
I’d read the note carefully. I’d read it twice. It was signed from Daniel…
“He had it delivered to my office today, asked if I would make sure it got to you.” Daniel rested his head against the door jamb, eyes soft and heavy. “I hope that’s okay. I know so much of this is new?—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted, taking a swallow of wine. “It’s new, but not unwelcome.”
“I don’t think there’s a way for this to be separate.” He scratched his ear and shrugged helplessly. “Like, separate relationships can exist, but there’s no denying we come as a pair, and I don’t think I hate the idea of him taking advantage of that.”
“I don’t think he would take advantage.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Daniel pushed away from the door and came toward the shower, reaching in to take the almost empty wine glass out of my hand. “Not in a bad way, rather.”
“How did it make you feel when he sent it to you?” I asked, crawling to my feet. My legs, thankfully, had managed to hold themselves together long enough for me to stand on my own without support.
“It made me hard,” he admitted.
I squirted soap onto my sponge and lathered it up, starting with my chest before working my way down to my stomach and then lower. “Are you sure?”
“Are you asking me if I’m jealous or if I’m having doubts? Because I’m not.”
I washed my legs, my ass, my feet. Daniel watched the whole time, gaze chasing after every inch of skin my fingers touched.
“Neither am I,” I told him. “I like the idea of you two being together, whether I’m there or not. I like the idea of the three of us…”
“The two of you?”
“Also that,” I agreed. “This is not what we’ve done before, though.”
“It’s not what he’s done either.”
I finished rinsing, then turned off the water. Daniel set my wine glass down on the counter and grabbed a towel, holding it open for me. I stepped into it, into his arms, and pressed my wet cheek against the front of his chest.
“Did the two of you lay it all out on the table at dinner last night? I don’t want to pry, but I want to be sure you’re okay.”
“We’re okay.” Daniel kissed the top of my head. “And so are we.”
“I love you.”
“I love you,” he said back, stepping away slowly to make sure I had a grip on the towel. “I’ll refill your wine while you get dressed, but I have to let you know Finn did have a request.”
Heat burned between my legs, my pulse still hard and insistent in my clit. “Hmn?”
Daniel jerked his chin toward the vibrator on the floor of the shower. “He wanted to know how it worked. If you liked it.”
I exhaled a shaky breath, Finn’s lunchtime orgasm still very present in my ears.
“I’ll be sure to let him know,” I promised.
“I’m going to go check the chicken.” Daniel gave me a parting smile and closed the bathroom door behind him on the way out.
I grabbed my phone and opened my text conversation with Finn.
That was some diabolical scheming between the two of you.