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  Table of Contents

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  BOOKS BY KIMBERLY KNIGHT

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  COPYRIGHT

  No portion of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any print or electronic form without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, any places, events or occurrences is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains profanity, explicit sexual situations, and alcohol consumption.

  Copyright © 2019 Kimberly Knight

  Published by Kimberly Knight

  Cover art © Kimberly Knight

  All rights reserved.

  DEDICATION

  To all the married couples wanting to spice things up.

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  Dear Reader,

  If you’ve read my previous books and are a Knight Reader, you know that I typically write MF books. Please note that this book contains MF, MFM, and MMF sex scenes, which are fucking hot!

  Happy reading!

  Kimberly

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kiera

  When Ward and I got married fourteen years ago, I never thought we would be one of those married couples that lost their sexual mojo.

  For the three years that we dated before getting married, we were going at it like bunnies, and I’d thought it would always be that way. I’d married the hot firefighter, and I was the sexy lawyer. We were a picture-perfect couple with a house in the suburbs, two kids who were our world, and a decent marriage.

  But our sex life was lacking.

  I wanted to get back to us sneaking in a morning quickie before our kids woke up, or waiting until they fell asleep to wear ourselves out, not watching TV until it was time for bed, and then only going to bed to sleep. I didn’t know why we were in a rut or when it had actually happened. Sure, we still had sex, but it was let’s-get-off-fast-and-go-to-sleep sex.

  Ward worked twenty-four hours on, forty-eight hours off at the fire station, and I worked ten to twelve hours a day at a high profile family law firm. Sometimes, I would even bring my work home if I needed to work on a declaration. We were always going here or doing that, and the only date night we got was on Valentine’s Day, and only if Ward wasn’t on shift that night.

  A knock sounded on my office door. “Come in.”

  I looked up from staring blankly at my laptop as Eve, my paralegal, entered. We worked together at Chandler & Patterson, LLP, in Beverly Hills. “I’m finished with the interrogatories for Decker,” she said.

  “Perfect. Just set them on my desk, and I’ll take a look this afternoon.”

  She set the stack of papers on my desk and then turned to leave, but stopped. “Is everything okay?”

  I gave a thin smile. “Yes, of course. I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” I lied.

  “Okay, just let me know if you need anything.”

  “Will do.”

  “And thank you for the flowers and the card.”

  My grin widened. “You’re welcome. Did you decide where we’re going for lunch?” It was Administrative Professionals Day, and every year, I would get Eve flowers, a card of appreciation, and take her to a restaurant of her choice for lunch.

  “Actually, I was talking to Lorelei, and she and Peyton are going to Wally’s for lunch. Lorelei asked if we wanted to come.”

  “Sure, if that’s where you want to go.”

  “That would be okay with me.”

  “Okay,” I agreed.

  “Perfect. They’re leaving at 11:30.”

  “I’ll be ready.”

  “Is everything okay?” Peyton asked.

  Apparently, I wasn’t hiding the fact that I was thinking non-stop.

  “Yes, of course.” I took a bite of my salad.

  “You seem quiet today,” Peyton clarified. Peyton was an attorney at my firm, and we had several lunches together with and without our assistants. Not long ago, Peyton married another family law attorney, who worked for a different firm, and they were expecting their first child in six short months. They didn’t work the same cases, and if a call came in that could potentially be a conflict of interest because of Peyton’s relationship, Lorelei, Peyton’s assistant, sent the referral to me.

  “Just a lot on my mind, and didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” I half lied.

  “Case related?” Lorelei asked. Lorelei was engaged to an attorney at the opposing firm as well.

  “No.” I took a sip of my iced tea. “Just family stuff.”

  “Anything we can help with?” Eve questioned. Eve was single and the youngest out of all of us.

  I’d never shared my love life with them. They knew I was married to a firefighter and had two children, but we usually talked about them, not me, or TV shows or weekend plans—nothing intimate. I stared at the three women for a brief moment and decided to ask them. Maybe I needed womanly advice. Maybe they would have suggestions on how to get out of my rut with my husband. I’d tried candles, a nice dinner, massages, but it was all temporary. I wanted something that would make Ward crave me—something where he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.

  I wanted to feel desired again.

  I took a deep breath and admitted, low, “I’m just trying to think of ways to spice up my marriage.”

  Everyone’s eyes widened. “Okay, I had to admit I wasn’t expecting that,” Lorelei said after a few moments.

  “Yeah, things are just … the same. Know what I mean?” I stabbed at the lettuce in my bowl.

  Peyton and Lorelei shared a look as Eve said, “I haven’t had sex in a month. I’m sure you’re getting it more than I am.”

  I shrugged slightly. “I am. Just—”

  “It’s not wall banging,” Lorelei stated.

  “Yeah,” I affirmed. “Though we have kids, so I’m not really looking for wall banging. I just want …”

  “Want more than the same old, same old?” Peyton asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Guys like roleplaying. Have you dressed up as a sexy nurse or something?” Eve inquired.

  I felt my face flush slightly. “Yes, I have before.”

  “And?” she questioned.

  “Again, it was temporary. I don’t want temporary. I want to have to make him keep his hands off of me when he’s not on shift. We’re too young to be going through this.”

  Ward and I met while he was in the fire academy and I was in law school. I was twenty-three and not looking for a relationship when, one night, he walked into the bar I was at. The moment my gaze met his, my young heart fell in love with the twenty-five-year-old hottie, and I was done for. Ward and I were inseparable after that night. We got married a year after I graduated from law school, and we started our family two years later. He was the first and only man I’d ever truly loved with my entire heart.

  Peyton and Lorelei shared a look again.

  “What about a romantic getaway?” Eve suggested.

  “We went to Aspen for Christmas break. Our kids were with us, but it was sort of romantic because we had a fireplace in our bedroom.
It was nice while we were there.”

  Peyton and Lorelei shared a look again.

  “If you two would stop doing that.” I pointed my fork at both of them.

  Peyton held up her hands. “We may know what will work.”

  “Okay, I’m listening.” I leaned forward and rested an elbow on the table.

  They shared another look before Peyton leaned forward as well. She lowered her voice. “Have you ever heard of Sensation?”

  My brows arched. “Sensation?”

  Lorelei leaned forward and lowered her voice too. “It’s a sex club.”

  I choked on air and stared at them before taking a sip of my water to clear my throat. “A what?”

  “Well”—Peyton smiled—“it’s by invitation only.”

  “What does that mean?” I questioned.

  Peyton grinned. “Booker and I are members of an exclusive sex club that has parties once a month for all membership levels.”

  “Me and Randy too,” Lorelei admitted. “It’s fun.”

  My mouth dropped open, and I looked at Eve. She, too, had her mouth open.

  “Say that again,” I said.

  “I can get you an invite,” Peyton stated. “The owner is a friend of mine. Actually, it’s where Booker and I got married.”

  “You got married at a sex club?” Eve asked.

  Peyton nodded. “It’s a mansion in Beverly Hills, so when it was offered to us, of course, I said yes.”

  “That’s—that’s cool?” I didn’t mean to say it as a question, but my mind was blown. Absolutely blown. Sure, I knew sex clubs existed. I just never thought I would have an invitation to go to one. Were Ward and I sex club people? I hadn’t thought Peyton and Lorelei were, though I supposed you never knew what someone’s fantasy was—or fantasies.

  My fantasy was … well, to have my world rocked by my husband again. He used to, so I knew he had it in him.

  Our life was taking care of our kids, doing homework, going to sporting events, school functions, or whatever the case may be all while I worked until six or seven at night—sometimes more. We’d become too comfortable in our routines, and satisfying each other fully had taken a toll.

  “It’s not for everyone,” Peyton answered, “but think about it. Research the club—that’s what I did before I went the first time—and then talk to your hubby and let me know.”

  Right … talk to my husband.

  What the hell was Firefighter Lieutenant Ward Kelly going to think about going to a sex club?

  After lunch, I researched the club like Peyton had suggested. In my head, I‘d pictured a massive room full of people having wild sex everywhere. From the rules and application process, and what I’d learned from the website, I didn’t think Sensation was as scandalous as I’d imagined. I didn’t know for sure—there weren’t pictures—but it sounded amazing …

  Sensation.

  A sacred place free from judgment or inhibitions.

  The only rule: Ask before you touch.

  Sensation is an exclusive black-tie party attended by at least one hundred and fifty of the club’s most privileged members, and held once a month at an undisclosed mansion in Beverly Hills.

  You may watch.

  You may interact.

  You can come together or you can choose to come alone.

  The choice is yours.

  Would you like it rough?

  Would you like to be caressed and worshipped?

  Or would you simply like to observe?

  What do you desire?

  My head was spinning. The more I thought about the club, the more I thought that it might be the answer. The description said we could come and watch, so Ward and I could do that and see if anything sparked our interest. Maybe get ideas. Worst case, I hoped that it would give him more of a drive to want to try new things in the bedroom. Granted, I’d never asked him to try something new, and I was sure he would try any position I requested, but that wasn’t what I wanted. But what did I want besides mind-blowing sex with my husband?

  “Hey, got a minute?” I looked up from my computer to see Peyton in the doorway.

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  She closed my door and took a seat in front of my desk. “I just came in to see if you have any more questions regarding Sensation. I know I told you to think about it, but when I was given the opportunity to go the first time, it was overwhelming, to say the least.”

  I nodded. “It is. How did you get invited?”

  Peyton chuckled slightly. “A client of mine needed me to serve her husband there.”

  My light brown eyes widened. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, but they got back together and … well, that was how Booker and I got started.”

  “Wait. You didn’t meet him there, did you?”

  “No.” She laughed. “We’d had cases against each other prior, but things heated up there.”

  My mouth dropped. “Really? I thought you two just started dating because of work or something.”

  Peyton smirked. “Well, I was working.”

  I laughed. “Right.”

  “But this isn’t my story. This is about you.”

  “Right,” I said again.

  She leaned forward. “Just come with Booker and me to the next party and watch. That’s what I had planned to do my first time.”

  “But you didn’t?” I smiled.

  Peyton smirked, and her cheeks turned pink as she simply replied, “Nope.”

  “Okay, I’ll talk to Ward.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Kiera

  Ward was on shift until Friday evening, but Saturday morning, we went to our nine-year-old son’s baseball game followed by an afternoon softball game for Whitney, our thirteen-year-old daughter, and then we went out for pizza as a family. Our weekends were always the same: sports, sports, and sports.

  My brain was still on overdrive, even a day later. Should I just flat out ask my husband if he wants to go to a sex club? If he asked me why, what was I going to tell him? That I thought we could learn some new moves and spark up the bedroom? There was always porn, though some of that shit didn’t look enjoyable at all. Sex clubs, in general, weren’t a new concept, I just wasn’t sure if it was for Ward and me. It definitely intrigued me, and I wanted to go one time to see if it was what we needed.

  I just didn’t know how to get Ward to go.

  “What’s wrong?” Ward asked, and took a sip of his beer. I really needed to work on my facial expressions.

  “Just thinking about a case,” I lied and took a long gulp of my wine. Once we got home from dinner, I planned to have an entire bottle and then somehow talk to my husband about Sensation. “Craziest thing happened at work yesterday. We were offered a chance to go to a sex club. You down?” I could picture Ward’s green eyes going wide, and him even choking on air at my question just like I had done when Peyton first told me about the club.

  “Dad, did you see me strike five batters out?” Whitney questioned.

  “Yeah, Whittie, I did. Told you that you could do it. Practice pays off.”

  My brown eyes moved to Ward as he spoke. Maybe we needed practice in the bedroom. I’d heard once that a couple had sex for thirty days straight, and that it had done wonders for their marriage. That wasn’t possible for Ward and me since he worked twenty-four-hour shifts, but maybe we needed to make sure to have sex each night he was home, and not just once a week to stifle any need we had to get out of our system quickly.

  Whitney grabbed her phone and then looked up at me. “Can I spend the night at Mickey’s?” Mickey, aka Michaela, was Whit’s best friend, and her spending the night would get one kid out of the house so I could talk to Ward and not have to worry about kids eavesdropping or interrupting us.

  I looked at Ward, and he nodded that he was okay with it. “Sure,” I replied.

  She beamed and returned to her phone, probably texting Mickey that she could stay the night.

  “What about you, Champ?” Ward asked Jacob, w
ho had just started Little League. “You got a couple of good hits in today.”

  “Yeah,” he replied and took a bite of his pizza. “Since Whit is staying at Mickey’s, can I sleep over at Cole’s?”

  Ward and I shared another look, and then he responded, “Of course.”

  A house all to ourselves for the night? Things were looking up.

  Ward dropped Jacob off at Cole’s while I took Whitney to Mickey’s. When I got home, Ward was on the couch with a beer in hand and a baseball game on the TV. I sat next to him.

  “What do you want to do tonight?” I asked.

  Without looking at me, he motioned to the TV. “Watch this, drink beer, go to bed when it’s over. Tomorrow I need to get up early and mow the yard.”

  I was silent, my brain going again. This was my husband, the father of my children. We had been together for over seventeen years, and I didn’t know why I was so nervous. Instead of blurting it out, I went to the kitchen and grabbed liquid courage.

  “Bring me another, would ya?” he called out.

  I took a deep breath, downed the glass of wine in two large gulps, and then poured myself the rest of the bottle. Before leaving the kitchen, I grabbed his can of beer and then returned to the couch and sat next to him again. The only sound in the room was the game on the TV, and then the pop of the can as Ward opened his beer. I needed the wine to kick in faster, so I took another sip of it. Maybe I should have taken shots.

  Finally, after several minutes, I felt the feeling of being at ease as the alcohol got into my bloodstream. I set the glass on the coffee table and turned to Ward during a commercial. Running my finger along the side of his neck, I said, “You know, we have the house to ourselves.”

  He looked over at me. “Yeah. Sex before bed?”

  I swallowed. “What about now?”

  His eyebrows furrowed. “The game’s on.”

  I decided to go for it. The wine was flowing through my veins, and if I couldn’t bring Sensation up with an empty house and alcohol in my system, I didn’t know if I ever could. “We got invited to go to a sex club.”