Chapter 7

Kimmy

M y hand trembles slightly as I clasp my pearl earring into place. Nerves spread through my body with each passing minute.

I still can’t believe we’re doing this. Never in a million years did I think I’d be going to an auction to buy a weekend with a stunning woman. All because my husband wants to make me happy.

A few months ago, he caught me checking out a woman. I feel so guilty for my attention straying to another person. But he wasn’t upset. If anything, he was intrigued. It led to a conversation where I admitted that I’m attracted to women. He asked me how long I knew, and I told him since we were teenagers. I just didn’t say anything because while yes, I was attracted to women, I was also madly in love with him. He was the one I wanted to be with.

That was until a pretty little blonde-haired, blue-eyed sweetheart came into our lives and shook up everything inside me.

I swallowed my feelings down because I was already confused about what to do about being in love with one of my best friends, adding another into that mix was a recipe for heartbreak.

He asked me if I regretted not exploring that side of myself before settling myself down with him.

The answer was no, I had no regrets because I knew he was the one from day one. But I was honest and told him that I often thought about what it would be like to be with a woman. To touch one, kiss one, and yes, fuck one.

Then he surprised the hell out of me and asked if he could make my fantasy a reality, to bring another woman into our marriage if that's what I truly wanted. I told him he was crazy, that I could never touch another person. I loved him too much. And the idea of him being with another woman made me see so many different shades of green.

Then he surprised me even more and said she would be just for me, even if it was for just one memorable night.

I thought he was crazy, there’s no way I’d entertain that idea. And then I thought about it. For a very long time. To the point that I was obsessing over it, and just thinking about it was turning me on.

We sat down again and talked about it more. I asked him a million questions and like the amazing husband he is, he answered them all.

In the end, we agreed to one night. If I wanted more after that, we would talk about it. If not, we would go about our plans to expand our family like we’ve been talking about for a while.

Now, it’s our five-year wedding anniversary, and instead of going out to dinner to celebrate, we’re at an auction. An auction to buy a woman to spend the weekend with.

With our lifestyle, going onto a dating app, or trying to pick up someone at a club is out of the question. God, I could just imagine the headline now. “Fashion designer, Kimberly Ward, and her husband, heir to Ward Industries, Zachary Ward are looking for a playmate to spice up their marriage.” That would be not only social suicide but career ending.

Doing it this way is the best option. Yes, it’s pricey but money honestly isn’t an issue. From what Zack told me, a lot of the people who sign up for this event really need the money. So, in a way, we’re helping each other out.

NDA’s are signed by both parties as well as a number of tests and protocols are put into place to protect everyone.

Still, I can't believe I said yes. It’s not guaranteed. If I don’t see anyone who catches my eye, I don’t plan on bidding. I’m not going to take just any woman home. This isn’t something to take lightly.

“Fuck me, Firecracker.” Zack groans, dressed in a sleek black tux, as he steps into our bedroom. I grin at him in the mirror, my eyes meeting his heated ones. Over the years, Zack has aged like fine wine. From the eighteen-year-old teenager, to the twenty-eight-old man. He’s well over six feet, toned as hell, and so fucking sexy. His hair is a little bit longer now, enough for me to run my hands through, to fist as I force him to stay where he is as I grind against his mouth when he uses that sinful tongue between my legs.

He’s trimmed his beard close to his face but it’s long enough to leave that little bit of roughness behind.

“You like?”

“I fucking love. And it’s taking everything in me not to throw you down on this bed and show you just how fucking sexy you look right now.”

I laugh and stand, giving him a little spin to show off my sleek black dress. My hair is down in long, beach waves, and my makeup is natural but classy.

Walking to him, I put a little extra sway in my step. “Behave,” I purr, fixing his tie.

“Impossible when my wife is the sexiest woman alive,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. I bite my lower lip as I feel his hard cock grind against my belly. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” I shrug, acting as if it’s not a big deal.

“Kimmy,” he says in a warning tone. “I know you better than anyone else in this world. Don’t lie to me.”

I sigh. “Fine. My belly is in knots. I’m both excited but also fucking terrified.” I groan, placing my forehead in the middle of his chest.

“If this isn’t something you want to do, then don’t. I just wanted you to know I’m here to support anything you want in life. You deserve the world and I’ll give you as much of it that I can.”

“I fucking love you, you know that?” I tell him, lifting my head to look at him. I still can't believe that after years of being in love with my best friend, he’s mine for the rest of my life.

He grins. “And I fucking love you too. And who knows, maybe you will love fucking a woman.”

“Really?” I raise a brow. “So corny.”

“And you love it.”

“Always.” I laugh.

“Well then, Mrs. Ward. I think it’s time we get going.”

“Okay.” I nod, taking a deep breath.

Grabbing my phone and clutch, I follow him down to the town car.

I’m not sure how this night is going to end, but god, I pray it’s not a disaster.