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MARY
Every visit to The Briar Rose I’d been stunned, amused, even awed by what I’d witnessed, but now, I was a little afraid. I’d felt separate from it all, in a separate room, hiding and watching. A voyeur. From what Chloe said, I was someone who liked to observe others in very compromising situations. It was arousing. Sometimes not. But when a couple did things together that were intriguing, I found my skin heating, my n*****s tightening and my p***y getting wet. I dreamed about it. Longed for it for myself. But that had all been fantasy.
Now…now I had two husbands who were eyeing me with an eagerness I recognized. For the first time, that desire was directed squarely at me. Watching was one thing, but doing… I was afraid of what they thought of my curiosity and would find me either
