1. One

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Charlotte

Ishouldn't be here tonight. I should be at home, tucked all warm and comfy beneath my blankets, resting. But after another hard day at the law firm, on top of finally finalizing my divorce with my cheating scumbag ex-husband, I desperately needed the escape. The fucking release. The Flirty Sanctum had been screaming my name since my lunch break.

A soft moan escaped my mouth at the warm tongue stroking against my clit, hitting it in all the right ways to have my back arching and my fingers digging deep into the blankets.

"Fuck," Phoenix"s dark voice rasped beside me as he stroked his cock, his pre-cum leaking from the tip.

I licked my lips, eager for him to slide the head along my mouth so I could taste him.

"Open your mouth, baby."

I did as he commanded and opened wide, my heart fluttering. I let him fuck my throat while his buddy Spike lapped at my swollen clit. I mewled around Phoenix's cock as Spike inserted two fingers inside of me, stroking me.

"Yes," I cried around Phoenix's cock, sucking and licking despite my lack of breath. I looked up, seeing nothing but Phoenix's green eyes through the rabbit mask he wore. I sucked him harder, faster, as Spike brought me closer to the edge. I groaned as he came hard in my mouth and then swallowed it down, opening my mouth to show him I'd drank it all just how he liked.

"Fuck, baby," he hissed, still stroking himself even after he'd slipped out my mouth. "How do I taste?"

"Salty," I moaned as Spike worked his fingers even faster inside me.

My eyes rolled back when his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking gently as he flicked his tongue.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"But sweet," I cried out, shattering as my orgasm sprayed out of me. My body shook even harder while I watched Spike open his mouth to catch and drink my release.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

"Are you done?" Spike asked as he got up off his knees and towered over me.

I shook my head, panting hard as I stared up at the lion mask hiding the top half of his face. He licked his gorgeous lips and then aligned his thick eight-inch, pierced cock to my pussy. A loud, uncontrolled moan escaped me when he impaled me all the way down to the hilt, his piercings rubbing furiously against my soaked walls.

"Hold her down," Spike growled low under his breath.

Phoenix moved fast and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as Spike began fucking me slow and deep, groaning in ecstasy. Loud, guttural moans that weren't my own filled the room around us, and I couldn't help but turn my head to the side, watching as the other masked strangers fucked their selected partners just as fast and brutally hard on the sectionals across from us.

"Eyes here, Princess," Phoenix demanded. He kept one hand locked around my wrists while the other tenderly snaked down my sternum and grabbed my tit, his fingers tugging tortuously against my nipple. Spike hit something deep inside of me that had my eyes rolling back and a wild moan shaking up and out my mouth. It wasn't long at all before another waterfall poured out of my pussy, soaking Spike and the bed again.

A satisfied sigh escaped me when my head fell back against the soft bed. Phoenix gave me a knowing smile and then gently eased himself up and on his feet, Spike following his example.

Now, I was done.

I was sweating. I needed water. Electrolytes.

Yeah, it was time to go home and call it a fucking night.

Like sweet gentlemen, Spike and Phoenix gathered my dress and lacy lingerie and passed it over to me.

"Wait," Phoenix whispered before I could move and start getting dressed. "We need to clean you up first."

"Oh, that's okay. You really don't have to—"

"Eve," he spoke again, using the fake alias I"d given myself when I first started coming here about three months ago. "Please. It's the least we can do."

I bit my lip with uncertainty, watching as Spike dressed quickly and departed, and then averted my gaze from the rest of the masked couples occupying different sections of the room, each of them being sucked, licked, or fucked in different positions.

The moans…

God, listening to them and all the heavy breathing and masculine grunts sent another dangerous trail of fire down to my core and had me eyeing Phoenix through my mask with my teeth biting down harder against my bottom lip.

Fuck me.

If Spike didn't get back soon…

He thankfully returned before I could finish the thought, and my cheeks couldn't help but burn hot as Spike took the damp cloth and gently brushed it across, around, and under my core and ass, cleaning me. He smiled at me when I embarrassingly looked away and rushed to jump to my feet, eager to dress as fast as fucking possible.

"When will we see you again?" Spike asked, pushing his mask higher up his nose so he could see me better despite my cat mask covering the top half of my face.

"Oh," I stammered, a little caught off guard by the request. I shook it off and shimmied back into my black dress feet first, pulling it up. "Zip this for me?" I asked Phoenix.

"When will we see you again?" he asked more sternly this time, clearing his throat.

"I work a lot, so I don't really know."

Phoenix finished zipping me up. I thanked him and began putting my heels back on. "You should let us take you out sometime," he said to me. "So we can all get to know each other a little better outside of this place. What do you say?"

I swallowed to hide the discomfort cording through my body and offered him the most polite head shake I could.

"Sorry, but I don't think so."

I left it at that and quickly fled the room, desperate to get to the exit. This was the sole reason why I'd put off coming to this place when I first heard a colleague talking about it at work. What I truly admired about the sanctum was the anonymity. Nobody knew my real identity or that I was one of the best goddamn criminal defense attorneys Seaview Pines had to offer. It was the same for the other swingers, single folk, couples—whoever the fuck the majority of these people are. The best part was the masks. Everyone was required to either provide their own or purchase one from the front desk. I'd been with Spike and Phoenix often since my first time here, but this was the literal first time one of them actually had the balls to ask to see me personally outside of The Flirty Sanctum. I literally just got through a nasty ass divorce, and with the exception of work, dating was the farthest fucking thing from my mind. I wasn't ready to mingle like that and connect with a new partner. Honestly, I just wanted to fuck my stress away and leave it at that. Besides… I doubted Phoenix and Spike were their real names anyway. Aside from this club and their amazing cocks, these guys were strangers to me. That's how I liked it.

And I needed it to stay that way.

I finally made it out of the building and even though the coast was clear, I kept my mask on until I was safe and secure inside my car. After removing it, exhaustion crashed like a bolder against my chest when I leaned back in the seat. I took in a hard breath and instead of sitting there and reflecting on how fucked my life has been, I started the car and then carefully backed out, forcing myself to think about nothing but just getting home, taking a shower, and going to bed.

When I was halfway there, a set of blue lights flashed imposingly bright through the rearview mirror. I cursed deeply under my breath and then stared down at the speedometer. The speed limit was 55 and I was currently doing 50. Obviously, I wasn't speeding, so I wonder why…

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

Never-fucking-mind.

Banging my head against the seat and angrily gritting my teeth, I pulled off the side of the street and parked, not bothering to grab my license or registration. My window was already halfway rolled down by the time he could step out of his car. He made it to me and just to be an asshole, decided to blast the beam from his flashlight directly in my face.

"License and Registration please."

"Seriously?" I sneered at my ex-husband. "Fuck off, Karl. I'm not in the mood for your shit tonight. I'm tired, and I want to go home."

He smirked and then leaned forward, shining the flashlight around the backseat and down to the floorboards like he was expecting to find a stowaway.

"Where are you coming from this late?"

I scoffed at him. "Work. Where else?"

"Have you been drinking tonight?"

I glared at him. "Are you fucking kidding me, Karl?"

"I need you to step out of the car."

My hand made fast work of snatching my phone out of my purse. I made sure the doors were still locked and then I rolled up my window, ignoring Karl as he began shouting at me and banging against the glass with his fist.

I worked fast, dialing my lawyer. How ironic. A lawyer needs a lawyer. I squeezed my eyes closed and after the third ring, Peter answered.

"Charlotte," his groggy voice greeted me. "Is everything okay?"

"No," I said quickly, my eyes widening in horror as Karl pounded both fists against my window like he was determined to break it.

Not knowing what else to do, I put the call on speakerphone and then rammed the gearshift into drive. I drove my ass off and cleared at least six or seven streets before I was confident I was safe.

He wouldn't come after me. I was an attorney and well, Karl would've made Detective months ago if he hadn't crashed his car with his nineteen-year-old mistress sitting in the passenger seat. She died at the scene. Once the details came out, I was devastated, and of course, filed for divorce. We'd been separated for over six months, and he was gravely pissed because the judge ruled in my favor and let me keep the house. Compared to Karl's income, I was the only one who could actually afford the mortgage payments.

"Karl pulled me over just a minute ago. I wasn't speeding, I don't have any headlights or taillights out, and I sure as fuck didn't run a red light or refuse to yield or stop when I was supposed to."

"Are you just now leaving work?" he asked, sounding more alert.

I banged my head against the headrest again. "I had a lot of paperwork to catch up on. I'm a little over halfway home now. I… Uh… I kinda fled the scene."

"YOU WHAT?"

"He was pounding on my fucking window like he was trying to shatter it. I didn't know what else to do. It's not like I carry."

"Restraining order," Peter angrily prompted. "I'm not even joking."

"And what good will that do?" I chided, smacking a palm down against the steering wheel in frustration. "He won't honor it. The asshole never even honored our marriage!"

"Just calm down, Charlotte. Everything will be fine. Let me make some phone calls and I'll come see you at the office tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Yeah, Peter, that's fine."

"And you're sure he won't follow you home?"

I snorted. "He doesn't have the balls. I changed all the locks and had a brand new security system installed weeks ago. You can't crack open a window without the alarms going off."

"Cameras?"

I nodded even though he couldn't see me do it. "Yep. Already done."

"Good. That's good." He paused a moment, sighing. "Just try to get some rest, Charlotte. If anything happens, call me back. I mean it. I'll come straight there."

"Thanks, Peter. I'll see you later." I hung up the phone, shaking my head as I pulled into my driveaway and shut off the car.

No sooner than I walked inside, the alarms began wailing. I had fifteen seconds to punch in the code or else over half of the SPD would be lining up outside my driveway.

Relief blanketed over me, easing away the tension in my neck and shoulders as the alarms ceased, filling the house with perfect, peaceful silence. Sighing to myself, I ascended the staircase and walked inside my bedroom. In seconds my clothes were gone, and I was stepping inside the shower, desperate to wash the sweat and smell of hot sex off of my body. When I was done, I wrapped myself like a burrito in my towel and then took my sweet time finding something comfortable to sleep in.

Beside the bed was my nightstand, and resting on it was a frame with mine and Karl's wedding photo inside. I sighed again as I grabbed it and sat down on the bed, unsure why I was still holding onto it. I was a good wife. Faithful. I'd never done Karl wrong throughout our ten years of matrimony, and I just didn't understand what went wrong or why I wasn't good enough. We didn't have any kids. We both worked nonstop, so we never really had time to actually be around each other enough to try—which was fine by me if I was being fully honest. I wanted kids, yes, but I loved my job, and having kids meant I'd have to put my career on hold, and I just wasn't ready to do that yet. I worked hard to get where I am today and after everything that's happened, I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

Fuck it.

I slammed the frame face down against the nightstand and shook my head. I pulled my blankets down, lay back in bed, and closed my eyes. Tomorrow. Things will be better tomorrow. I repeated it over and over in my bed until my body relaxed and I fell into a deep slumber.