Off Script Ch. 06

Winter had tightened its grip on New York, but I couldn't remember a February where I'd felt warmer. The biting cold that sent most people scurrying between buildings with hunched shoulders and buried faces was just background noise to me now. I had too much going right to let the weather get to me.

What had started as a desperate escape from Todd's department had turned into the best career move, I could have made. Jeff's team wasn't just a better fit--it had become the place where I finally found my voice. In the month since our January visit to Ohio, I'd led two major client acquisitions, establishing myself as someone the senior partners were starting to notice.

The London pitch had opened doors I hadn't known existed, and Jeff kept pulling me into meetings where the real decisions happened. Last week, when the quarterly numbers came in significantly above projections, he'd clapped me on the shoulder in front of the entire floor.

"Harris's client acquisitions made a significant impact on our results this quarter," he'd announced, which had earned me grudging nods from even the most seasoned team members. I'd felt my face flush with a mix of embarrassment and pride--uncomfortable with the public spotlight, but knowing deep down that Jeff's praise was well-earned.

My six-month rotation that had brought me to New York would technically end in March, but Jeff had quietly submitted paperwork making my position permanent, with the possibility of a promotion that was kicking around the VPs that I had hoped to hear about in the next month. This was the reason I wanted to come to New York City to prove myself at the top and with the encouragement of my tall, gorgeous, Danish author girlfriend I had proved to myself and everyone else that I was capable.

Emma's success had materialized in a different form. Her New Yorker publication had created ripples that reached further than either of us had imagined. Three literary agents had reached out after reading "The Ghost of Greenwich Village," each seeing commercial potential in her voice. After careful consideration and several coffee meetings that left her both exhilarated and terrified, she had signed with Vivian Roberts, a young but already-respected agent known for championing literary fiction with commercial appeal.

"You're not just a short story writer," Vivian had told her over espressos at a cozy, sunlit café tucked away in the quiet streets of Greenwich Village. The Elk was warm and inviting, with rustic wooden tables and plants cascading from the shelves, a little haven from the city's relentless pulse. "Your voice has the depth and perspective for a novel. After reading those sample chapters, I'm convinced we can find the right home for your book."

Emma had recounted the meeting to me that night, her blue eyes wide with a mix of excitement and terror, her Danish accent thickened with pride as she recounted the literary agents' interest in her work. She'd been working on a novel--fragments and scenes she'd been steadily developing on her new laptop, pieces she'd shared with me but rarely discussed with others. Now, suddenly, her writing had stepped beyond the sanctuary of our apartment. With an agent's belief came the unspoken pressure of deadlines, industry expectations, and the looming possibility of a book deal that could reshape both our futures in ways neither of us had fully considered.

For the past two months, Emma had been rising before dawn, filling pages with what was becoming a meditation on cultural displacement, family secrets, and the ghosts of choices never made. Three days a week, she still tended bar at The Dead Rabbit, but her colleagues now teased her about being a "famous author" when literary-looking patrons requested her section.

Vivian had begun shopping the first three chapters and a proposal to editors at major publishing houses. Each submission sent Emma into spirals of anxiety that only my steady presence could calm.

"They're going to see right through me," she'd whispered one night, curled against me in our bed, the sheets cool against our skin. "They'll realize I have no idea what I'm doing."

I had simply pulled her closer. "Nobody does," I'd replied. "But they couldn't see through you if they tried. You're the real thing, Emma. You always have been."

We had found a rhythm together, supporting each other's ambitions while building something shared between us. The Denmark residency remained unmentioned most days, though occasionally Emma would receive an email from the program director checking if she might reconsider for the following year's cycle. She always showed these to me with transparent honesty, but her response never wavered.

"I've found my residency," she'd told the director in her final reply. "It's a third-floor walkup in the West Village with uneven floors and a man who believes in me."

On this particular afternoon in February, I had gotten up early to go for a run and found myself in need of a nap after lunch.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feet hitting the hardwood floor. It was my birthday, and Emma had something planned for the evening--I knew that much. But whatever it was, she'd kept the details deliberately vague. I grabbed a pair of lounge pants from the dresser and pulled them on, shaking off the last remnants of sleep as I padded toward the door.

The moment I stepped into the living room.

"Happy birthday, Harris."

Ashley Monroe.

She was sitting comfortably on our couch, one leg crossed over the other, a knowing glint in her green eyes. Dressed in tight jeans and heeled boots, she wore a soft, form-fitting sweater that did nothing to hide the curves she had always been aware of. Hair perfect. Nails manicured. As put together as always.

Emma, standing by the kitchen counter, had already turned to me, her blue eyes warm as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Happy birthday, Matt." She kissed me lightly, her lips soft and unhurried, lingering just enough to tease. She was wearing dark slacks that hugged her in all the right places, a fitted turtleneck that accentuated her long neck and the graceful lines of her body. Simple, elegant, effortlessly sexy.

Ashley was watching. Amused.

My brain was still catching up.

"Come sit," she said, nodding toward the couch. "We need to talk about your birthday."

Ashley being here wasn't entirely shocking--we were all friends--but this wasn't the usual drop-in. Emma had orchestrated something. And Ashley was clearly in on it.

I looked between them, both watching me expectantly, their postures relaxed but tinged with something else. Amusement. Anticipation. Like they knew something I didn't.

Emma sat down across from us, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup of tea as she tilted her head slightly, studying me.

"I told you to clear your calendar," she said, her voice softer than usual, almost hesitant. "Because I thought... maybe this afternoon and evening could be something special."

Ashley grinned, leaning back against the cushions. "And lucky you, Harris--Emma came to me with this little idea."

Emma took a sip of her tea before speaking. "It wasn't exactly planned for a while," she admitted, glancing down momentarily. "Your birthday seemed like a good excuse, but really, this is about... trying something I thought you might enjoy."

"Something you might enjoy?" My voice came out slower than intended, like I was still buffering.

Ashley grinned. "A fantasy, Harris," she said matter-of-factly. "Or at least, what Emma thinks might be a fantasy of yours." She glanced at Emma with a hint of amusement. "She wasn't entirely sure, but thought it worth exploring."

Emma's cheeks flushed slightly. "I just... I noticed how you look at Ashley sometimes. And I remembered that night we talked about... you know, hypotheticals." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I could be completely wrong about all this." Her voice carried that Danish melody, though slightly muted by her nervousness.

I glanced at Emma, searching for confirmation that this wasn't some kind of joke. Her expression was tentative, almost nervous beneath the calm exterior, like she was waiting to see if she'd made a terrible mistake.

"We've talked about something like this before," Emma reminded me softly. "In theory, at least."

The memory surfaced--those late-night conversations where Emma had cautiously asked what I might think about certain boundaries being different. I'd always been the more hesitant one, while she seemed more comfortable at least discussing the edges of desire. But theory was one thing. Ashley, in my apartment, casually sipping coffee like this was just another Tuesday, was another entirely.

I cleared my throat. "I... wasn't expecting anything like this."

"That's part of the surprise," Ashley said, her eyes glinting with mischief, clearly more comfortable with the boldness of this situation than Emma was.

Emma leaned in, her fingers brushing my wrist with a slight tremor. "You do trust me, right?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "I thought this might be something you'd enjoy, but if I've completely misread..."

That question, with its underlying vulnerability, settled something in me. I did trust her. Completely.

Still, I exhaled sharply, trying to recalibrate. "So, what exactly does this--" I gestured vaguely at the two of them, at the charged energy in the room. "--look like?"

Emma's lips curled at the edges, gaining a bit more confidence from my response. "We can figure that out together," she said. "But first, just breathe." She tilted her head slightly. "The idea is that today could be about what you might want--if you want it at all."

Ashley smiled, leaning back with casual confidence. "The day is yours, Harris. No pressure either way."

Emma leaned into my side, her voice dropping into a teasing tone with just a hint of uncertainty beneath it. "So, Matt, remember that night when you were a few whiskeys in and started waxing poetic about what you'd do if Sydney Sweeney ever gave you the chance?"

My face flushed with recognition. "I didn't think you'd actually remember that."

Ashley let out a laugh. "Oh, she remembered. In detail." She arched a perfectly shaped brow. "Apparently you got quite... specific."

"So," I said, running a hand through my hair, "I drunkenly admitted to a celebrity fantasy. I'm pretty sure that's not exactly groundbreaking."

Emma smiled. "No, but it got me thinking."

Look, Harris, I may not be Sydney Sweeney, but I am blonde, busty, and perfectly willing to try things most people only fantasize about.

I coughed, gripping my coffee like it was my last tether to reality. "Jesus."

Emma watched my reaction carefully, a mixture of amusement and uncertainty in her eyes. "I thought... well, it seemed like you find Ashley attractive," she said, more question than statement. "And when we were talking about fantasies that night, I wondered if maybe..." She trailed off, leaving the implication hanging.

My jaw tightened slightly, but I didn't deny it.

"And," Emma continued, glancing at Ashley with a mix of uncertainty and hope, "Ashley mentioned she finds you attractive too."

Emma's thumb traced along my knuckles, a nervous gesture rather than a reassuring one. "But Matt, listen to me," she said, her voice quieter now. "This was just an idea--maybe a terrible one. If you don't want this--if Ashley being here feels wrong or uncomfortable--we stop right now. No questions asked. No awkwardness. She'll leave, and we can pretend I never suggested it."

Ashley nodded; her usual smirk replaced by something serious. "Absolutely. This was Emma's thought, but I'm not here to pressure you, Harris. If you want me gone, just say the word."

The words sat heavy in the air, pressing against my chest. I could feel both of them waiting for my reaction, but my brain had officially ground to a halt. Emma was fidgeting slightly, clearly worried she'd made a mistake.

Before I could even begin to untangle my thoughts, Emma nudged my shoulder gently. "Why don't you take a shower? Shave. Think about it without us staring at you."

I looked at her, and she offered a tentative smile. "This was supposed to be a gift for you. Not something that makes you uncomfortable. So, take a moment. Decide if this is something you actually want, or if Ashley should go."

I swallowed hard, nodding slowly as I set my coffee down. The room was quiet as I stood, as if neither of them wanted to break the fragile balance of the moment.

As I walked toward the bathroom, I felt both of their eyes on me, waiting.

Waiting for my decision.

The hot water sluiced down my back, pounding against my shoulders as I braced my hands against the shower wall. I let my head drop forward, eyes closed, steam curling around me as I exhaled slowly.

A threesome. With two gorgeous women. On my birthday. Sure, why not? What could possibly go wrong? This kind of thing happens to average guys from Ohio every day.

It wasn't a casual idea to shake off--it had latched onto my brain like a drug, setting off a rush of heat that settled low in my stomach. I was already half-hard, the mental image igniting something dark and deep, a pull toward something indulgent, something reckless. Something I'd never admitted aloud I might want.

The sheer audacity of it was one thing--but the reality? The logistics? That was another. Ashley wasn't just some stranger. She was our friend. She was always around. And more than that, she had history with both of us. Not just with Emma, but with me.

Emma, who always seemed to notice things about me I thought I'd kept hidden. Who somehow sensed desires I'd barely acknowledged to myself. Her uncertainty about whether she'd read me correctly made the offer even more tempting--she wasn't pushing this on me. She was offering something she thought I might want, nervously putting herself out there, vulnerable in her own way.

That was the part that kept me grounded, kept me from shutting it all down immediately. Emma was willing to try this--not confidently orchestrating it, but nervously suggesting it. She had been the one to reach out to Ashley, to set the stage for this possibility. I could tell she was uncertain, worried she'd misread me entirely. But the fact that she'd taken that risk, that she'd put herself in such a vulnerable position by even suggesting it...

And if she was willing to be that vulnerable for my sake, I owed it to myself to at least consider what it would mean to be open to it, too.

I exhaled through my nose, willing the pulsing heat between my legs to settle, ignoring the way my body responded to the thought of Ashley's lips, Emma's hands--both of them at once. I reached for the razor instead, the sharp scrape of the blade against my skin a welcome distraction. I needed to clear my head, not walk out of the bathroom like a man barely keeping himself in check.

By the time I stepped out of the shower, I'd made my decision.

I wasn't saying yes--not yet.

But I wasn't saying no, either.

And somehow, Emma's uncertainty about whether she'd read me correctly made me want to show her that she had. That she knew me better than I sometimes knew myself.

I dressed in dark jeans and a fitted sweater, something comfortable but put together. If we were going out, I needed to look like I wasn't walking into this like a deer in headlights.

When I stepped out of the bedroom, pushed up my sleeves up to my forearms, the sight waiting for me stopped me in my tracks.

Two suitcases sat neatly by the door.

Mine. And Emma's.

I frowned slightly, my mind clicking into place. A day out of the apartment wasn't just a day out. This was something bigger than I'd initially thought--Emma had prepared more than just a casual suggestion.

Emma and Ashley were still on the couch where I'd left them, their conversation soft, casual--like they hadn't just lobbed a grenade into my morning. Ashley was laughing at something Emma said, head tilted back, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. Emma, though, kept glancing toward the hallway, her fingers fidgeting slightly with the hem of her sweater.

As I walked over, Emma's eyes flicked up to meet mine, searching for something in my face. There was a vulnerability there, an uncertainty that made me realize how much she'd put herself out there with this suggestion.

I let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of my choice settle into my bones.

"Alright," I said, voice even. "Let's talk about what happens next."

Ashley perked up the moment I sat back down, her eyes flickering with excitement. "Well, well. Color me surprised," she said, crossing her legs. "I really thought you were gonna chicken out."

I scoffed. "I didn't say yes yet."

Emma's posture shifted slightly, a hint of relief washing over her features as she realized I was at least willing to discuss it.

"No," she mused, tilting her head, "but you didn't say no. And that means you're curious." Her grin widened. "And curiosity, Harris, is the first step toward corruption."

Emma rolled her eyes but smiled, settling closer to me with a hint of newfound confidence. "So... if you're actually interested," she began, her voice softer than Ashley's bold declarations, "I've thought about how this might work."

I turned toward her, still processing how this woman I loved was hesitantly offering what might be the most hedonistic day of my life.

"This would be a one-time thing," she said, her voice measured, searching my face for reactions as she spoke. "If you want this experience, if this is something you might have fantasized about... I want you to have it. But after tonight, we'd go back to how things were. Ashley wouldn't get a free pass with you going forward, and you wouldn't get one with her."

Ashley made an exaggerated pout. "You make it sound like I'm about to suffer through all of this."

Emma gave her a look before turning back to me. "This could be your day, Matt. And if we do this, I'd want you to feel free to... to let go." Her fingers traced over my wrist, her voice dropping slightly, gaining confidence as she saw I wasn't recoiling from the idea. "Whatever you might want. Whatever you might want to do, I'd want you to do it without second-guessing yourself. I want to see you let go Matt."

She held my gaze, her blue eyes seeing through every wall I'd built, every careful image I'd constructed. In that moment, I understood exactly what she was doing--not just giving me a fantasy, but challenging me to be the person she knew existed beneath my cautious exterior. Emma had always pushed me beyond what I thought people wanted to see, straight toward who I truly was. Today would be no different.

I could see her working through this in real time--started as uncertain but growing more assured as she saw my reactions weren't negative.

I swallowed, heat curling in my stomach at the weight of that.

"We've talked about safety," she continued, more confident now. "Ashley and I have discussed our boundaries. But you should know your limits matter most today." She gave me a tentative look. "I'd like to see you feel free to explore."

Ashley leaned forward, smirking. "And if you can find my limits, Harris, I'll be very impressed."

I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head. "Jesus."

Emma laughed softly, brushing my thigh. "We'd take things slow at first," she reassured. "You'd need time to get comfortable, and that's completely fine. But I want you to know--you'd be in control of how everything unfolds. If something doesn't feel right, if at any point you want to stop, we stop. No questions, no pressure."

That was something I appreciated. The reassurance that I wasn't being pushed into this. That despite the unexpected nature of what was being proposed, I would have the final say in how it played out.

I nodded slowly. "Okay. So... what exactly would this day look like?"

Emma smiled. "Well, I thought we could start with shopping for lingerie--for Ashley and me. You'd help choose what you'd like to see us in."

My eyebrows raised. "Lingerie shopping?"

Emma nodded. "You'd have input on everything today. First, the lingerie shopping. Then checking into a room at Ashley's hotel--she's helped arrange it, but you can decide if that's what you want." She glanced at me. "Then dinner, and if you're still comfortable with everything, whatever comes after." Her smile turned slightly wicked. "By that point, if you're enjoying yourself, the evening would be whatever you wanted it to be."

I dragged a hand over my jaw, fighting the upward pull of my lips. "So, I'd know everything that's happening, each step of the way? No surprises?"

"Absolutely," Emma confirmed. "This is about your comfort as much as your pleasure."

Emma studied me carefully. "So. What do you think? Are you interested in exploring this?"

I glanced between them, the weight of the decision still settling over me, pressing against my ribs like a vice. It was unexpected. It was indulgent. It was something I never thought I'd actually consider.

But I trusted Emma.

And I knew, in the deepest part of myself, that she wouldn't have suggested this if she didn't trust me completely too.

I let out a slow breath. "I'm in."

Ashley clapped her hands. "Yes!"

Emma beamed, squeezing my hand, her eyes filled with something deeper.

Something warm. "I'm proud of you," she said softly. "For trusting me. For trusting us."

Ashley snorted. "And for trusting me to rock your world."

I groaned, already bracing myself for whatever the hell I'd just signed up for.

Emma stood, smoothing out her sweater. "Good. Then let's get started."

Emma ran her fingers over my arm, her touch light but deliberate. "You're in charge today, Matt," she reminded me, her voice velvet-soft. "But if you're looking for a good place to start..." She trailed off, her gaze flicking to Ashley. "I'd like to see you kiss her."

A ripple of heat ran through me--not just at the suggestion, but at the way she said it. There was something undeniably indulgent about Emma asking me to do this, about her sitting there, watching, waiting.

Ashley's eyes lit up, her excitement barely restrained. "I like this plan," she said, shifting toward me slightly.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders before meeting Ashley's expectant gaze. "Yeah," I murmured. "That's probably a good place to start."

Ashley grinned, licking her lips. "Come here, then."

I leaned in, the scent of jasmine and amber curling around me, warm and inviting. She smelled the way she always did--luxurious, deliberately put together--but now, in this moment, that scent wrapped itself around something deeper. Something intimate.

Our lips brushed, a light contact before I pressed in, slow and deliberate. Her mouth was soft, warm, familiar but new all at once. She let out the quietest sigh against me, her fingers grazing over my thigh as I raised a hand to her face, my thumb brushing the delicate curve of her cheek.

The kiss built in gradual layers--lips parting, deepening, her tongue sliding against mine in slow, teasing strokes. A soft moan vibrated in her throat, just enough to send a pulse of heat low in my stomach. My fingers tightened against her jaw, angling her just slightly, taking more.

She tasted like coffee and something sweet, something distinctly Ashley.

When I finally broke the kiss, I did it slowly, lingering for a moment before pulling back. Ashley's lips were slightly swollen, her breath a little uneven. I glanced toward Emma.

She was staring.

Her blue eyes, usually so controlled, were slightly wide, locked on me with something that looked an awful lot like fascination.

I raised a brow. "You alright?"

She blinked, snapping herself out of it, a slow, almost self-conscious smile curling her lips. "Yeah," she said, exhaling lightly. "I, uh... I found that very hot."

Ashley smirked, shifting beside me. "You sound surprised."

Emma tilted her head, considering. "I think I am, a little. But then again..." She glanced between us, amusement flickering in her expression. "You're both very attractive. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised."

I studied her, looking for any trace of discomfort, of hesitation. "Did you feel any jealousy? Any anger?"

Emma shook her head. "Not really." Her smile turned teasing. "I was just happy to see you get in there, so to speak."

Ashley's hand was still on my leg, and she gave it a squeeze. "Well, I would love to see how much further we could go with this..."

She was already shifting, about to climb into my lap, when her phone chimed.

Ashley let out a frustrated groan. She glared at her phone screen like it had personally insulted her entire family. "Well, fuck me" she huffed, shoving her phone back in her pocket with unnecessary force. "Just when I was about to climb you like a tree and give you a preview of what this mouth can do." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip deliberately before pouting. "Guess my plans to have you finger me on this couch while Emma watches will have to wait. The universe clearly hates hot people. Our ride is here."

Emma let out a soft chuckle, standing and smoothing her sweater. "Better get moving, then."

Ashley shot me a look, eyes dark with promise. "But don't think for a second that we won't finish what we started."

I exhaled, already bracing myself. "Noted."

And with that, we grabbed our things and headed for the door.

The sleek black Cadillac Escalade ESV idled at the curb, its deep-tinted windows reflecting the city lights in a way that made it look both imposing and effortlessly cool. The massive SUV looked like it belonged to a high-powered executive or a celebrity dodging paparazzi--exactly the kind of vehicle Ashley would arrange for VIP clients at the hotel.

And standing beside it, casually adjusting the cuffs of her tailored black suit, was Claire.

Even if I hadn't known she was Ashley's friend, I would've guessed it immediately. She had that same self-assured presence, the kind of natural poise that made people look twice. Her caramel-toned skin contrasted beautifully against the crisp white of her unbuttoned dress shirt, her black tie slightly loosened, just enough to suggest a controlled rebellion.

She was stunning. And she knew it.

As we approached, she gave us a slow once-over, a knowing smirk playing on her full lips. "Well, well. The birthday boy and his entourage have arrived."

Claire took the luggage with ease, loading it effortlessly into the rear cargo space.

Ashley sighed dramatically as she stretched her legs out. "God, I love this car. It's got everything. Privacy glass, smooth suspension, plenty of room to move around..." She shot me a look, eyes glinting with mischief. "And I do mean move around."

Claire closed the door behind us, stepping around to the driver's seat. As she slid in, I heard the soft click of the privacy partition engaging. "I assume you don't want an audience for whatever conversations you'll be having back there."

Ashley grinned. "Oh, you're so good at your job."

Claire chuckled, adjusting her mirrors. "Buckle up, kids. We've got a busy day ahead."

Emma leaned into my side, her voice low but teasing. "Ready for this, Matt?"

I exhaled, feeling the slow hum of anticipation coil deep in my stomach.

"Guess we're about to find out."

And with that, Claire pulled away from the curb, smoothly guiding us into the city streets, the day officially in motion.

Ashley quickly interjected "The birthday boy was in the middle of something before Claire interrupted."

Then, before I could react, she kissed me--hungrily, greedily.

Heat flooded my body. I responded instinctively, my hands sliding to her waist, her curves fitting against me like she already belonged there. Her body pressed against mine, lips insistent, teasing, demanding more.

And then--Emma's hands.

I felt them first. A slow, deliberate slide up my thigh, fingertips brushing closer and closer to my crotch. My pulse jumped, my whole body tightening as she traced slow circles over the fabric of my jeans, her touch featherlight.

Ashley moaned softly into my mouth, rolling her hips just enough to make me aware of every inch of her pressing into me.

Then, just as suddenly, she pulled back, her lips glossy, pupils blown wide with excitement.

"Your turn," she murmured, voice thick with arousal.

Before I could respond, Emma's hands gripped my jaw, turning my face toward her. And then she was on me--kissing me with even more passion than Ashley had.

Fuck. She was into this.

I felt the difference immediately--Emma's kiss wasn't just hungry, it was possessive. She owned this moment, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, her body shifting so she was pressed tight against my side, one hand still resting dangerously close to my growing erection.

And then--Ashley's voice, breathy, reverent.

"Fuck, you two are delicious together. I'm so glad I said yes to this."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me. Ashley watched us with bright, excited eyes, leaning closer until her breasts pressed against my arm, positioning herself for a better view. Emma kissed me deeper, more intensely, her hands gripping me with unexpected possessiveness. The air in the car grew heavier, charged with something beyond just physical attraction--a complex entanglement of desire, curiosity, and unspoken boundaries being carefully navigated with each breath, each touch.

The SUV's luxurious interior suddenly felt too small, too warm, too thick with the scent of perfume and sex and temptation.

Then--a voice cut through the tension.

"We're here," Claire announced smoothly, her voice far too composed for what she'd just witnessed.

The spell shattered--barely.

Emma pulled away, her lips swollen and parted, her breath just a little uneven. Ashley groaned dramatically, clearly unhappy about the interruption.

I exhaled slowly, trying to gather myself.

Ashley smirked at me, eyes still full of heat. "Bet you weren't expecting that much fun on the drive up."

I swallowed, shifting slightly to reposition myself, making sure certain things weren't immediately noticeable when I stepped out. "No. No, I wasn't."

Emma licked her lips, clearly still savoring the moment. "And that was just the warm-up."

The curbside door swung open, and Claire stood there, looking amused as hell.

I took a steadying breath, stepped out onto Madison Avenue, and looked up at the familiar red storefront.

Agent Provocateur.

I let out a slow exhale.

"So, this is where we're doing the lingerie shopping," I murmured, taking in the high-end boutique. "Makes sense."

Ashley bounced out of the car beside me, thrilled. "Time to dress up for you, birthday boy."

Emma smirked as she linked her arm with mine. "Let's see how bold you can be with your choices," she said, eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Ashley was practically dragging us inside, her excitement palpable. "Come on, come on," she urged, pulling my arm like an impatient kid in a candy store--except the candy in here was lace, satin, and sheer temptation.

The boutique was dimly lit, intimate, sensual. Blush-colored walls met deep velvet curtains, and delicate chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the space. The scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the faintest notes of leather and lace. Everything about this place was designed to make a person think about sex.

A lot of sex.

Standing near the entrance, waiting for us, was Emily.

She was tall. Taller than Emma, even. Scandinavian genes in full force, with silky blonde hair tucked into a neat, elegant bun, piercing blue eyes that seemed to take in everything at once, and posture so perfect she could have been royalty.

"Welcome," she said, her accent light, but unmistakably Swedish. Her smile was warm, but her gaze was sharp, assessing us instantly. "My name is Emily, and I'll be assisting you today."

Ashley let out a thrilled little hum, her eyes flicking between Emily and me. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Emily's lips curled in amusement before her gaze settled on me. "So, what brings you in today?"

Emma nudged me playfully, taking a step closer. "He's the one making the choices today."

Emily studied me--not in a judgmental way, but in a way that said she was already reading me like an open book. She could tell I was a little out of my depth, but intrigued. She could sense that Emma and Ashley were in control of the energy, but I was the one making the decisions.

Emily gestured toward a plush seating area in the middle of the store. A velvet loveseat, low tables, and soft golden lighting. It felt... intimate.

And we were completely alone.

She folded her hands in front of her, her posture poised. "Why don't we start with something simple?" She glanced at Emma first. "Tell me, Matt. What do you find most attractive about her?"

Emma arched a brow, clearly enjoying this.

I shifted slightly, but didn't look away from her. "Her legs," I said, my voice steady. "She has long, gorgeous legs." My eyes flicked downward, just for a second, before returning to her face. "Her grace. Her elegance." I exhaled, my fingers flexing against my thighs. "Her body is perfect, but she doesn't need anything extra to be sexy. She just... is."

A faint blush colored Emma's cheeks, and Emily smiled knowingly.

"A natural seductress," she mused. "I see it." She tilted her head. "And is there any element you'd like to highlight?"

Emma looked at me then, something soft and pleased in her expression.

I held her gaze. "She doesn't need much. She's sexy in anything."

Emily nodded, approving. "Good answer."

Then, she turned to Ashley. "And what about her?"

Ashley grinned before I could even answer. "Careful, Harris. This is where things get interesting."

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Ashley is... hot." I paused, searching for the right words. "And cute. She knows how to use both to her advantage."

Ashley beamed, looking delighted.

Emily gave me a small nod. "And is there a specific feature that stands out to you?"

There was only one correct answer to that.

I exhaled. "Her... uh. Well." I glanced at Ashley, who was already grinning like she knew exactly what was coming. I sighed, defeated. "Her breasts, I guess."

Ashley laughed outright, absolutely thrilled.

"Oh, I knew you were thinking it." She clutched her chest dramatically, as if overcome with joy. "Finally, honest Matt emerges!"

Emily smirked, clearly amused but professional. "Good. Then I know exactly what to pull for you."

She turned on her heel, walking toward the collection of silks and lace, already selecting pieces in her head.

The moment she was gone, Ashley leaned in, her voice dripping with teasing.

"So, Harris." She dragged a perfectly manicured finger down my arm. "Ever wondered what it would be like to fuck my tits?"

I stiffened immediately, heat rushing straight through me.

Emma made a soft sound of amusement, clearly enjoying my reaction.

Ashley smirked. "Be honest."

I swallowed. "Jesus, Ashley."

Emma leaned in closer, her voice low, warm. "You're not very good at hiding what you're thinking right now." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she studied my face. "Your expression gives everything away."

I closed my eyes for a second, exhaling through my nose.

Ashley giggled, pleased with herself. "I mean, it's a simple question, Harris." She bit her lip, tilting her head. "I know you like my tits. And you just admitted it. So?"

I was still trying to process all of that when Emily returned, carrying an armful of lingerie in delicate fabrics--lace, silk, mesh, in deep, sensual colors.

She set them down carefully and turned to me.

"Now, Matt," she said, her cool blue gaze locking onto mine. "It's time for you to decide."

Emily returned with two exquisite selections, draping them carefully over a nearby velvet chair as she turned to me.

"For Emma," she said, lifting the black lace bodysuit, "I chose this."

The sheer, intricate lace was woven in a delicate pattern, plunging in the front just enough to hint at wickedness while still being undeniably elegant. The high-cut hips would emphasize her long, sculpted legs, and the open back left just enough exposed to tease rather than reveal.

Emily ran a light touch over the fabric as she spoke. "This will highlight her natural grace, accentuating her lean, toned frame while allowing just enough transparency to keep the imagination engaged. It's sensual but refined. Pure temptation." She added a pair of black thigh-high stockings to the ensemble. "These will add even more length to her legs, making them look utterly endless."

I swallowed hard. "Yeah. That'll... that'll work."

Emily's lips curved slightly, satisfied, before she moved to the next set.

"And for Ashley." She held up the gold corset and matching thong.

If Emma's was sensual elegance, this was bold seduction.

The corset was structured to perfection, with boning that would cinch Ashley's already tiny waist while pushing up her ample cleavage to impossible levels. The gold fabric shimmered faintly under the boutique's soft lighting, a color that would pop beautifully against her fair skin and platinum blonde hair.

Emily ran a hand along the delicate embroidery. "Ashley has a natural ability to command attention, and this set reflects that. The corset will sculpt her body into a breathtaking silhouette while emphasizing her... best assets." She gave a knowing look. "The gold color enhances warmth, radiance, and decadence. It's meant to be seen."

I exhaled. Fuck.

Ashley clapped her hands together, grinning. "I love it. Let's go try them on."

Emma was the first to disappear into the fitting room, the velvet curtain swaying closed behind her.

The moment she was gone, Ashley leaned in, her voice a low, sultry whisper.

"You're so cute when you try to keep it together."

I exhaled sharply, glaring at her with zero heat. "I am keeping it together."

Ashley smirked. "For now." She propped her chin on her hand, watching him with pure amusement. "I'm excited to see how far we can push you today."

Before I could reply, the curtain parted.

And there was Emma.

Breathtaking.

The black lace bodysuit hugged every inch of her, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves in the most obscene yet elegant way. The thigh-high stockings elongated her already stunning legs, making her look like something out of a dream.

My breath caught.

Ashley let out a low whistle. "Holy shit, babe. I'd fuck you."

Emma laughed softly but kept her gaze on me.

Emily stepped closer, studying the look with a professional but deeply appreciative eye. "Nearly perfect," she murmured, adjusting a single strap slightly. "I'd recommend leaving your hair down--slightly tousled, effortless. And for heels..." She glanced at the store's selection before pulling a pair of delicate black stilettos from a display. "These."

Emma slipped them on, and just like that, perfection.

Emily turned to me, assessing his expression. "What do you think?"

I was already hard.

I cleared his throat. "It's... yeah. Perfect."

Emma smirked knowingly.

As Emma changed back, she turned to me, still feeling the warmth of his stare lingering on her.

She hummed softly. "That was... more arousing than I expected."

I exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the heat still coursing through his veins. "Yeah. That's fair."

Just then, Ashley's voice called from the changing area.

"Uhhh, I need help with the corset."

Emily took a step forward. "I'll--"

"Nope," Ashley cut in wickedly. "I think Matt should do it."

Silence.

Then, Ashley's head peeked out of the curtain, her platinum blonde hair falling over her bare shoulders.

"I insist."

Emma raised an eyebrow, amused but intrigued.

Emily turned to me, lips curling into a knowing smile.

I swallowed hard.

Ashley grinned. "Come on, Harris. Don't leave me half-dressed."

Stepping behind the velvet curtain, I had no idea what to expect.

Ashley stood in front of the mirror, the gold corset loosely wrapped around her torso, its delicate boning cinching her tiny waist but still undone at the top. The matching gold thong left very little to the imagination--thin straps resting high on her hips, disappearing beneath smooth, bare skin.

She caught my gaze in the mirror and grinned. "Relax, Harris. I actually need some help."

I swallowed, already regretting stepping in here alone.

Ashley turned toward me, her hands resting on the sides of the corset. "It's a little tight around my--" she smirked, deliberately arching her back, making her already large breasts strain against the fabric--"bust."

I inhaled slowly, forcing my focus onto the task rather than the barely-covered temptation standing inches away.

"Right," I muttered, stepping closer, my hands moving to pinch the top of the corset together while she started fastening the buttons.

I had to press against her to hold the fabric in place, and Ashley--being Ashley--took full advantage of the proximity.

Soft curves. Heated skin. A teasing brush of her thigh against my leg.

I focused on my breathing, not the shelf of cleavage.

"See? No funny business." She looked up at me, her green eyes glinting with pure mischief. "Just needed a man's help."

And then, just as I exhaled--

"Who am I kidding?"

Before I could react, Ashley grabbed my face and pulled me down into a kiss.

A wet, hungry, tongue-tangling kiss.

Her lips moved over mine with expert precision, taking everything she wanted. Her fingers curled into my hair, holding me there, pressing her body flush against mine.

And then--her hand found my already hard dick through my jeans.

A strangled sound left my throat.

Ashley moaned softly, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my length, her hips shifting slightly, like she wanted more.

"I am so horny right now," she murmured against my lips, her breath ragged.

I exhaled sharply, fighting every instinct to throw her against the dressing room wall.

And then, just as suddenly, she pulled back.

Her face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes wild with amusement.

"Come on, Harris," she whispered, smoothing her hands over my chest before stepping past me. "Let's go show off."

I blinked. Still dazed. Still achingly hard.

Ashley yanked the curtain open and strode out like a goddamn queen, immediately turning to Emma with a mischievous grin.

"Don't worry, Em--your man was a perfect gentleman," she announced loudly. "He helped with the corset like a proper assistant until I practically attacked him with my mouth." She winked. "I'm the shameless one who couldn't resist kissing him. He was just standing there being helpful until I threw myself at him like the desperate hussy I am." Emily took us in with a knowing smirk and Emma couldn't help but laugh and shake her head at her friend.

Ashley commanded the room, striking a seductive pose, one hand on her hip, the gold corset sculpting her waist to perfection, her tits practically defying gravity, the matching thong hugging every sinful curve.

Ashley smirked. "So, Emma and Emily, what do you think of the actual lingerie? Worth my momentary loss of self-control in the dressing room?"

She shot me a side glance. "Because I know what Matt is thinking about."

I cleared my throat, fighting the urge to adjust myself.

Emily tilted her head, assessing. "The corset fits beautifully. But if we want to push the look to its full potential..." She reached for a display behind her, selecting a pair of strappy gold heels.

"These," she said smoothly. "Will add height, posture, and drama."

Ashley grinned. "You had me at drama."

Emily smiled knowingly before gesturing toward her hair. "If we tousle your hair a bit--less perfect, more decadence--it'll create a deliberate contrast to the structure of the corset."

She ran a delicate hand along Ashley's jaw, then smirked. "And a little gloss. You're already tempting enough, but we might as well make it criminal."

Ashley beamed. "I love you."

Emily chuckled. "I get that a lot."

Then, for the first time today, Emma finally spoke up.

And her voice was low, pleased, utterly unapologetic.

"You look amazing," she admitted. Her blue eyes darkened slightly, lingering on Ashley's curves just a second longer than necessary.

Then she smirked.

"I don't even care what Matt thinks--I'm just excited to play with you later."

Ashley let out a delighted laugh, clapping her hands together.

I, however, was stunned.

Not because of Emma's attraction to Ashley--I already knew about that.

But because she said it so easily, so boldly, as if she were finally letting go of the last little hesitation.

Emma turned to me then, amusement flickering in her gaze. "What do you think? Does she meet with your approval?"

I exhaled, forcing my brain to catch up.

"She looks..." I swallowed, gaze flicking over Ashley's perfectly sculpted figure, her flushed skin, the way she radiated raw confidence. "She's never looked more like a dangerous seductress."

Ashley preened. "That is exactly what I was going for."

Emma nodded approvingly. "Good. Then I think we found the right look."

Emily smiled, satisfied with her work.

"Shall I wrap them up, then?"

Emma's fingers brushed over my wrist, grounding me.

"Yes," she murmured. "We'll be taking them."

Outside Claire was already waiting by the car, one eyebrow raised as she took in our expressions.

"Successful shopping trip?" she asked, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she pulled open the back door.

Emma slipped into the car first with a small laugh. "You could say that."

Ashley followed, throwing Claire a wink. "We nearly broke him in the lingerie store. He's still recovering."

I shook my head as I slid in last. "They're exaggerating."

Claire glanced at me in the rearview mirror, her expression clearly doubtful. "Sure they are. Where to next?"

Emma answered smoothly, "To the Hotel."

Claire nodded and pulled away from the curb, merging into traffic.

Ashley leaned forward in her seat, meeting Claire's eyes through the rearview mirror.

"Take the long way."

Claire arched an eyebrow, but didn't question it. "You got it."

The moment the words left her lips, Ashley turned toward Emma, giving her a knowing look. Emma tilted her head slightly, amused, but didn't argue.

Then, before I could fully process what was happening, Ashley slid off the seat and sank gracefully to her knees between my legs.

Emma leaned in, her lips close to my ear. "After all that teasing... are you comfortable with things going further?" she murmured, her fingers lightly skimming along my jaw. "Only if you want to."

Her voice was soft but steady, making sure I had space to decline.

I nodded, pulse quickening as Ashley's hands ran slowly up my thighs.

"Good," Emma said with a small smile. "Then I think you've earned some relief."

Ashley hummed in agreement, squeezing my thighs gently. "I've been waiting to show off my skills since we left the apartment," she admitted with a wicked grin, rubbing her palms up and down my legs with deliberate slowness. "My oral game is legendary. And from the looks of it, you could use an expert right about now."

I swallowed hard.

She wasn't wrong.

Emma kissed me--deep, hungry, wet--as Ashley undid my belt, fingers working swiftly to unbutton my pants.

I felt the cool rush of air as she slid them down past my knees, taking my boxers with them.

Ashley exhaled, her warm breath on my cock.

"Fuck," she murmured, running a single teasing fingertip from the base to the tip. "Look at you."

My hips tensed at the light touch, every nerve in my body on edge.

Emma broke our kiss, her hand coming to my jaw again, turning my face toward Ashley.

"Watch her," she whispered.

Ashley met my gaze, eyes full of heat, her plump lips curving into a slow, satisfied smirk.

"If she's even half as good as she says she is," Emma purred, fingers still lightly tracing my jaw, "we're both going to enjoy this."

Ashley arched a single eyebrow, deliberate, challenging.

"I'll let Matt decide how good I am."

Then she lowered her mouth, and I lost every coherent thought I had left.

Ashley was unbelievable at this.

She worked me with just her mouth, taking her time, never breaking eye contact, her deep green eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of wicked amusement and absolute control.

A soft, pleased moan vibrated around my length, sending electricity shooting through my body. The heat of her mouth was exquisite, wet but never too much, her lips tight and perfect around me as she bobbed her head slowly, deliberately.

I could feel myself flushing, the pleasure overwhelming, but Ashley just kept watching me, her expression saying I know exactly what I'm doing to you.

I groaned, my hands clenching at my sides. "Fuck, Ashley... It's not going to take much."

At that, her smirk deepened.

Without warning, she took me all the way down, my cock sliding down her throat effortlessly, the tightness making me see white-hot stars behind my eyelids.

She held me there, swallowing around me, before coming back up just as slowly, deliberately letting me go with a wet pop.

Her lips glistened, her breath heavy as she whispered, "I can't wait to taste you for the first time today."

Then, with a wicked grin, she went back to work--this time, with enthusiasm.

Emma, for her part, was loving every second.

Her fingers dragged along my chest, teasing lightly as she leaned in, her voice low and smooth in my ear.

Ashley moaned again around my cock, the vibration making my thighs tense.

Emma smirked, clearly enjoying how wrecked I already was. "Ashley, you look so fucking sexy like that."

Ashley moaned again in response, taking me deeper.

Emma pressed a soft kiss to my neck. "It's going to feel so fucking good to cum in her mouth."

I groaned, my control slipping entirely.

Ashley was relentless now--her tongue swirling, her rhythm increasing, her hands bracing against my thighs as she worked me toward the edge.

I was so close.

Without thinking, my hands slipped into Ashley's platinum-blonde hair, holding her still as I thrust just slightly, my entire body tensing as the first true relief of the day tore through me.

I was still trying to process what just happened, still catching my breath, when Ashley licked her lips, swallowing me down with a satisfied hum.

She grinned up at me. "Mmm... fuck, you taste so good."

Emma, still pressed against me, tilted her head slightly, eyes dark with arousal. "That was... amazingly sexy."

She let out a slow breath, almost as if she had surprised herself. "I didn't think today would be this arousing for me."

Ashley zipped me back up just as Claire's voice came over the intercom. "We're here."

As soon as the doors swung open, a young, petite redhead in a sleek black concierge uniform stepped forward, her green eyes bright and welcoming.

"Your suite is all set. Bags are already on the way up," she informed us, gesturing toward a private elevator entrance.

No check-in desk. No lines.

Just straight up to one of the most exclusive rooms in the hotel.

Once inside the penthouse suite, the luxury was staggering. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed view of Central Park, and a bottle of Cristal waited in an ice bucket by the sunken living room.

The suite was easily three times bigger than my first apartment in Columbus. I wondered what my former roommate would say if he could see me now--probably the same thing he said when I announced I was moving to New York: 'Don't get too fancy for us, Harris.' Too late, Adam. Too late.

Emma finally turned, offering a warm smile. "Ashley, really--thank you. This is beyond perfect." Her accent danced around the words as she took in the opulent suite, that distinctive Danish flow making even her simple 'thank you' sound exotic.

Ashley smirked, swirling the champagne in her glass. "If I'm going to be in a threesome with you two, I'm not going to do it halfway."

I let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Ashley, you never do anything halfway."

Ashley's green eyes flashed, her lips curling into a sly, wicked smile.

"Harris," she murmured, leaning forward slightly, eyes locking onto his, "by the end of the night, you're going to find out just how true that is."

A shiver ran straight down my spine.

"Well," Emma said, glancing at her watch, "we have a beautician coming by in about forty-five minutes to do our hair and makeup."

I blinked, surprised. "Fancy."

Ashley grinned, tapping her glass against mine. "Only the best."

Emma eyed my suitcase. "So, I want you ready and out of here before they arrive."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're kicking me out?"

Emma smirked. "No, I'm sending you off in style."

She tilted her head toward the door. "Claire's going to drive you to the restaurant early so you can have a drink at the bar before she comes back to pick us up."

I nodded, understanding the plan. After a quick shower and change into the dress clothes we'd packed for dinner, I found myself ready to leave, curiosity building about what transformation Emma and Ashley might undergo in my absence.

"See you both soon," I said, accepting a lingering kiss from Emma and a playful wink from Ashley before heading to the door.

As I stepped toward the elevator, the suite's entrance opened to reveal a trio of hairstylists and makeup artists arriving. Their eyes widened slightly as they took in Emma and Ashley--both slightly flushed from champagne, wrapped in plush hotel robes, an atmosphere of excited anticipation filling the room.

One of the stylists caught my gaze, archly raising an eyebrow, clearly putting the pieces together.

Ashley, ever the menace, grinned wickedly.

"Ladies," she purred, "this is Matt Harris, the luckiest man alive."

Emma laughed, shooing me out the door.

"Go, Matt. We have work to do."

The bar at Daniel was an oasis of quiet luxury, a place where time seemed to slow down.

The warm glow of the chandeliers cast golden light over the polished wood, the marble bartop gleaming under the flickering candlelight.

I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my seat, letting the weight of the day settle over me. It wasn't just the day, though--it was the surreal reality of what awaited me tonight. A few months ago, I was just the quiet finance guy trying to make sense of New York, barely able to assert myself at work or even order a drink confidently. Now, somehow, I'd ended up with my fiercely talented Danish girlfriend planning a night where I'd have to keep up with not one but two beautiful, confident women. My dad always loved giving me those "lessons learned" speeches after every major milestone--graduation, landing my first job, even just learning to shave.

Somehow, none of those talks prepared me for how to mentally gear up for this.

The bartender at Daniel had been generous with the bourbon pour, and I savored the deep amber liquid, watching ribbons of caramel and oak unfurl as I swirled the glass. The rich warmth spread through me with each sip, providing a moment of solitary calm to collect my thoughts.

My peaceful interlude at the bar was short-lived.

Just as I was contemplating a second drink, the restaurant doors swept open, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Conversation faltered mid-sentence as heads turned toward the entrance.

There, framed in the doorway, stood Emma and Ashley--two visions so different yet equally captivating, they might as well have stepped from different fantasy worlds altogether.

Even the bartender stole a glance before subtly straightening his posture.

They were impossible to ignore.

Emma, ever the vision of elegance, exuded a quiet, smoldering sophistication.

Ashley, on the other hand?

Pure, reckless temptation.

Emma's dress was sublime, a midnight blue, floor-length gown that hugged her frame with effortless grace.

The fabric draped like liquid silk, cinching at her slim waist before flowing down in a way that hinted at movement with every step.

The neckline was plunging--just enough to tease but not enough to give away the whole secret.

Thin, delicate straps kissed her collarbones, leaving her shoulders bare, smooth, and glowing under the soft lighting.

It was elegance personified.

Her hair had been styled in a sleek, sophisticated chignon, a few wisps of inky-black strands escaping to frame her striking features.

The darkness of her hair made her ice-blue eyes even more arresting, emphasized by the subtle smoky makeup Emily had recommended.

Her lips were painted a deep, Danish red, a perfect contrast against the cool tones of her dress.

Her heels--black, strappy stilettos chosen by Emily--added just the right amount of height, making her posture impeccable, her steps confident, every movement deliberate.

And then there was Ashley.

If Emma was sophisticated seduction, Ashley was raw, reckless, unapologetic sex appeal.

Her dress was a deep emerald green, tight as sin, short enough to make an impact.

The fabric was barely-there stretchy silk, molding to her body like it had been painted on, highlighting every single dangerous curve.

The dress had thin straps, leaving her shoulders bare, but the real show was the plunging back-- Completely open, dipping dangerously low, exposing smooth, toned skin down to the small of her back.

It was the kind of dress that made you forget how to think.

Her lush, platinum blonde hair had been styled in soft, effortless waves, cascading over her shoulders like a siren's invitation.

Her makeup was dramatic. It emphasized her deep green eyes, making them almost iridescent with just a touch of shimmer, her lashes dark and thick, her lips painted a sultry, bitten-berry shade.

They were a duo of contradictions, and yet somehow, perfect together.

And they were walking straight toward me.

I swallowed down the last sip of bourbon, setting the glass aside, my pulse spiking despite everything I'd already experienced today.

The maître d' led us to a secluded corner table at Daniel, far enough from other diners that our charged exchanges wouldn't be overheard. Throughout dinner, Ashley and Emma continued their slow-burning seduction, each comment and subtle touch building anticipation for what would happen when we returned to the hotel.

"So, birthday boy," Ashley asked, cutting into her perfectly seared filet, "what do you intend to do with us tonight?"

I took a sip of bourbon, keeping my expression neutral. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

Emma's lips curved into a knowing smile. She reached across the table, her fingers briefly brushing mine. "I can't wait to discover what you really want, Matt," she said, her voice warm with genuine excitement. "Tonight is about your desires--and I'm looking forward to every moment of it."

The ride back to the Mandarin Oriental was charged with electric tension. Ashley nestled against my left side, her hand resting possessively on my thigh. Emma curled into my right, her bare shoulder warm against mine. We barely spoke, the weight of what was about to happen settling over us like a heavy blanket.

By the time we stepped back into the penthouse suite, it had been transformed, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were open to the New York skyline, city lights twinkling like a bed of diamonds, stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

It was a scene straight out of a fantasy--one I had never expected to live.

I turned back to the women standing beside me.

Emma and Ashley looked at the room the same way I did-- as the culmination of everything the day had been building toward.

Instead, she took my hands in hers, fingers soft but firm, her grip warm, sure, deliberate.

When she spoke, her voice was steady, filled with love, trust, and something deeper than lust.

"Matt," she said, locking her eyes onto mine, "I want you to have everything."

She squeezed my hands tighter.

"Tonight is about giving my all to you."

Her lips parted, her breath warm as she whispered "All you have to do is be open with us--and I'm excited to be a part of it."

Something in my chest tightened.

I searched her face, saw nothing but trust.

Saw nothing but love.

I could have kissed her right then, told her how much she meant to me--

I turned to Ashley, my voice calm, steady.

"Pour us champagne."

Ashley obeyed instantly, standing gracefully, walking toward the dining table where the bottle chilled in its silver bucket.

She popped the cork effortlessly, pouring three perfect glasses, then carried them back, her hips swaying, her smirk teasing.

She took a slow sip first, then handed one to me, then one to Emma.

I took a long drink, letting the bubbles fizz against my tongue, then set the glass down.

I studied them for a moment.

Admired how fucking perfect they looked, draped in soft candlelight, flushed from the wine and the anticipation.

Then, I exhaled, setting my drink aside.

"I want you both to go change."

Emma and Ashley exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"In the lingerie from earlier?" Emma asked, a playful hint in her voice.

"Yes," I replied, keeping my tone calm and steady.

Ashley grinned, setting down her glass.

"Good call," Emma murmured, standing up with a soft smile.

Ashley gave a light, excited laugh, intertwining her fingers with Emma's as they headed toward the bedroom.

Left alone, I took a sip of my champagne, letting the anticipation build.

I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, sipping my champagne, staring at the vast sprawl of New York City glittering beneath me.

The candlelit suite behind me was warm, intimate, but the world outside was endless.

I thought, just for a moment, about how easy it would be to get used to this.

The indulgence.

The power.

The sheer decadence of having two stunning women willingly offering themselves to me.

It could go to your head.

If you let it.

But before that thought could fully settle, I heard it.

The slow, deliberate clicking of heels against the polished hardwood floor.

I didn't turn around immediately.

I just stood there, absorbing the sound.

Then, finally--I turned.

Emma stood to the left, looking like both grace and seduction.

The black lace bodysuit clung to her tall, statuesque frame, the delicate fabric weaving intricate floral patterns across her curves.

The sheer mesh revealed just enough to tease, while the deeper lace detailing over her perfect breasts and hips kept her just barely within the realm of mystery.

Thigh-high stockings accentuated the endless stretch of her legs, connected by thin, elegant garters that rested just below the curve of her ass.

The heels Emily had chosen for her earlier--jet black, sky-high stilettos with delicate ankle straps--lengthened her frame even further, making her look like some impossible dream.

She had undone the sleek chignon from dinner, allowing her raven-black hair to spill over her shoulders in soft, glossy waves.

The deep Danish red lipstick she'd worn at dinner remained.

Her icy blue eyes locked onto mine, lips curling in a slow, knowing smirk as she placed one hand on her hip, shifting her weight slightly to one side.

She knew I wanted to worship her, to ruin her, to watch that carefully controlled composure shatter beneath my touch.

Then there was Ashley.

Her gold corset was a masterpiece--tight, cinched to perfection, pushing up her already-perfect tits until they looked like they might spill out at any moment.

The matching gold thong was barely-there, a whisper of fabric that highlighted the lush curve of her hips, the smooth, toned expanse of her stomach.

The corset flared just slightly at her waist, emphasizing the impossible hourglass shape of her body, the shimmering fabric catching the candlelight with every slow movement.

Her hair was styled into tousled waves, a deliberate, perfect mess of platinum blonde sex appeal that framed her high cheekbones and full lips.

Her green eyes gleamed with mischief, lined just enough to make them look impossibly big and dark, a contrast against the golden glow of her skin.

She wore gold heels--thin, strappy, dangerous, their height tilting her hips forward slightly, emphasizing every sinful curve she possessed.

Her hips swayed subtly, her fingers trailing lightly down the front of her corset, like she was dying to start teasing me but restraining herself.

Like she was waiting to be told what to do.

And fuck, I loved that.

I exhaled slowly, setting my champagne glass down on the nearby table, running a hand through my hair as I let my eyes roam them both.

I met Emma's gaze first.

She smirked, tilting her head just slightly, her cool confidence unwavering.

Then, I turned to Ashley.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching just enough for me to notice.

They were both so different, yet standing here together, they were mine.

"Come here."

Ashley moved first, immediately, like she couldn't help herself.

Emma followed--measured, controlled--but her eyes burned with equal intensity.

And as they stepped back into the suite, their heels clicking softly against the floor, their lingerie clinging to their curves like second skin, I knew--this was everything I'd ever wanted.

I stepped forward, arms wrapping around both of them, pulling their warm bodies against mine.

Emma was soft, elegant, a slow-blooming flame that burned hotter the longer it lasted.

Ashley was wild, untamed, electric, her energy radiating in every teasing, excited movement.

I kissed Emma first--her lips warm, plush, tasting of champagne and lingering tension.

She sighed into it, her fingers slipping up my chest, her body melting into mine.

And captured Ashley's lips next.

Ashley was greedy, eager, immediate, her tongue slipping into my mouth like she'd been waiting all night for this moment.

She whimpered softly, her hands already gripping at my jacket, pulling at my shirt, trying to get me naked as fast as possible.

I chuckled against her lips, breaking the kiss just slightly.

"Eager, are we?"

Ashley grinned against my mouth, nipping at my lower lip.

"You're still wearing too much, Harris."

Emma hummed in agreement, her hands already working on my shirt buttons, her blue eyes flashing with heat.

"Let's fix that."

Ashley was faster, rougher, tugging my shirt open, her hands sliding over my bare chest, nails dragging lightly down my stomach.

Emma was slower, deliberate.

When my shirt hit the floor, Ashley dropped instantly to her knees, hands reaching for my belt.

Emma stayed standing, watching, her lips parted, her breath quickening as Ashley worked.

The belt came loose, my pants shoved down, and then--

Ashley let out a low, satisfied hum as she wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

Emma exhaled sharply, eyes locked on Ashley's movements.

I caught the way her thighs pressed together, the way she subtly bit her lip, watching intently.

I grinned.

"You like watching her, don't you?" I murmured, gently tilting Emma's chin toward me.

She blinked, then swallowed, nodding just slightly.

"She looks..." Emma hesitated, searching for the right word.

Ashley smirked, still stroking me slowly. Her eyes flicked upward to Emma, teasing and knowing. "Tempting?" she offered, her voice dripping with seductive amusement.

Emma's gaze dragged slowly over Ashley's face.

"Yes," Emma breathed softly, eyes darkening with desire. "You look so damn tempting."

Ashley let out a soft moan, almost purring in approval.

Then, without hesitation, she lowered her mouth, lips stretching over the tip of my cock, taking me deep, slow, deliberate.

I groaned, my hands sinking into her platinum waves, holding her still as I felt the wet heat of her mouth envelop me.

She slowly worked me over, savoring it, her tongue gliding, swirling, teasing the underside before she sank deeper, swallowing around me.

Emma let out a soft, shaky breath, watching Ashley.

I turned to her, my voice low, demanding.

"Come here."

I tilted her face to mine, kissed her deep. The feeling of kissing Emma while Ashley expertly sucked my cock was and overloading of sensation.

Then I broke the kiss, my voice gravelly, a little rough.

"I want to see you both kneeling together."

Emma's eyes darkened instantly.

She smiled--a slow, knowing smile, before she sank behind me.

Ashley and Emma taking turns sucking my cock, deep, wet, perfect. At times they one would suck or lick my balls while the other concentrated on the shaft. A couple times they took turns on either side lips kissing and sliding up and down before their tongues tangled on the head and then ending in a passionate tongue battle of a kiss. The contrast of these two women together pleasuring me was a dream.

I tilted my head back, letting the waves of pleasure crash over me, letting myself drown in the overwhelming sensation of their mouths on me.

Of being completely and utterly consumed.

Saliva dripped from Ashley's chin, rolling down the swell of her perfect tits, glistening in the dim light.

She didn't just suck me off--she devoured me, letting out soft, desperate moans as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper each time.

Watching her and Emma work together, feeling the wet heat of their mouths, teasing, licking, tracing over every sensitive spot with delicate precision--

I let out a low groan, my fingers tightening in Emma's hair as she hollowed her cheeks, taking me deep.

Her tongue flicked, teased, slid over every inch of me, her pace slow and deliberate, putting on a show.

She was controlled, calculated, sensual, her fingers gliding down my thighs, nails scraping lightly as she worked me deep, slow, steady.

Ashley, on the other hand?

I fisted a hand in Ashley's platinum hair, feeling her groan against me, her movements wild, filthy, eager.

Emma, watching Ashley's energy, started matching it, letting herself lose control, getting wetter with every movement.

She sucked me harder, deeper, moaning around my cock, her eyes fluttering up to mine.

I gritted my teeth, my hips rocking forward into Emma's mouth, then switching back to Ashley's waiting tongue and mouth, caught between the overwhelming pleasure of both women worshiping me.

Their moans vibrated against my skin, their lips and tongues working me, consuming me, pulling me deeper into the abyss of pure fucking pleasure.

I wasn't going to last.

Not with both of them giving me everything.

I tilted my head back, groaning deep, my fingers tight in their hair, my body aching to release, to let go completely.

I pulled away from them, my breath ragged, my body still trembling from the absolute filth of what they had just done to me.

But I needed a break--just for a moment.

I grabbed both of their hands, leading them toward the king-sized bed, the plush white sheets pristine, untouched--about to be ruined.

They followed without hesitation, still breathless, their bodies flush with heat, their eyes dark with hunger.

"Slow down, just for a second," I murmured, cupping Emma's face, then Ashley's, searching their eyes.

They both nodded, though Ashley still looked like she might combust if I didn't fuck her soon.

I grinned, stepping closer, my hands moving to their shoulders, sliding down their arms.

"Let me undress you first."

Emma shivered at the words.

She stood before me, still wrapped in that black lace bodysuit, her long, toned legs still clad in those thigh-high stockings, her dark waves cascading over her bare shoulders.

I slid my hands down her sides, my fingers trailing over the intricate lace, feeling the way her body shuddered under my touch.

Then, I leaned in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss against her lips, letting her melt into me, sighing into my mouth.

I took my time, peeling away the lace, letting the cool air kiss her flushed skin, revealing the perfection of her bare body inch by inch.

When I pulled away, she stood completely naked, her body bathed in the candlelight, her blue eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

I turned to Ashley next.

She was already breathing hard, her body vibrating with tension, like she was barely holding herself together.

"Jesus, Matt, just--"

I cut her off, gripping the edges of her corset, unlacing it slowly, watching as it fell away, revealing the perfect swell of her tits.

The moment her breasts spilled free, I had to force myself to keep my expression controlled.

She was built for sin.

Full, round, high DDs, topped with perfect little quarter-sized areolas, her nipples tight and pink, begging to be sucked, bitten, worshiped.

And just like Emma, she was waxed bare--smooth, slick, flawless.

I let my eyes drag over every inch of her, taking my time.

She stood there, confident as ever, letting me look, letting me take her in.

She gasped as I cupped them, my thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I kissed her deep and filthy, swallowing her moan.

I moved lower, sliding the tiny gold thong down her hips, kneeling in front of her, kissing the inside of her thighs as I let the fabric pool at her feet.

When I stood again, she was as bare as Emma.

Both of them naked, waiting.

I stepped back, letting my gaze travel over them, taking in every curve, every tempting line. I wanted them to feel the weight of my attention, to know just how much I wanted them.

"I think I'm ready to fuck these tits," I said, my voice low and firm, reaching out to grip Ashley's ample breasts, my hands barely covering the generous swell of her cleavage. Her nipples were hard between my fingers, and I couldn't help but pinch them roughly, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

"About time," Ashley shot back with a wicked grin.

Before I could react, she pushed me backward onto the bed, my legs still touching the floor, and knelt between my knees. She wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke before leaning in and spitting directly onto it, spreading the slickness with confident movements.

Then, without hesitation, she pressed her tits together around my length, creating a warm, soft channel that almost swallowed me whole. As she began moving, sliding her breasts up and down, I couldn't hold back a groan, the friction delicious and maddening.

Ashley kept her eyes locked on mine, her lips curling in a sultry smirk. "Come on, Harris. You like me using my big fucking tits to please you? I want you to come all over my face and tits. Make me your slutty fucktoy."

The way she said it--bold, unashamed--made my pulse race. Her rhythm increased, her breasts gliding up and down my cock, the head brushing against her lips on the deepest thrusts. Each time, she'd flick her tongue out, catching the tip, making the sensation even more intense.

Just then, Emma joined me on the bed, sliding up next to me, her hands roaming over my stomach and chest. She pressed a soft kiss to my neck, her tongue tracing a line to my earlobe before sucking it gently. One of her hands found my nipple, tweaking it just enough to make me shiver.

"Matt," Emma whispered against my skin, her tone low and breathy, "I want to see you cum all over Ashley. And then I'm going to lick it off her."

That did it. The combination of Emma's whispered desire and the relentless, heated pressure of Ashley's tits sent me over the edge. My hands gripped the sheets as I let out a deep, guttural moan, the first spurt of cum hitting Ashley's face with enough force that she flinched, just for a moment, before regaining her composure.

The next pulses spilled across her breasts, thick ropes of cum painting her skin, and when the last few drops landed, Ashley leaned forward, catching them in her mouth, sucking the tip clean.

Ashley looked up at me, her face streaked and her chest glistening, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Emma slid off the bed, joining her on the floor, her eyes locked on mine before she leaned in, licking a stripe across Ashley's collarbone, gathering the mess on her tongue.

Ashley turned to me, her mouth still full, and opened just enough to show off the creamy pool on her tongue. Emma, not missing a beat, cupped Ashley's cheek, guiding her mouth toward hers, and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as they shared the taste of me between them.

Watching them swap my cum, their lips wet and slick, was the most depraved, erotic thing I'd ever seen. My pulse was still thundering, my body thrumming with the aftershocks of release.

When they finally broke apart, both women looked up at me--Ashley grinning with that wicked, unapologetic smile, and Emma's eyes dark and satisfied.

Ashley wiped a stray drop from her chin, licking it from her finger with a deliberate, slow motion. "Happy birthday, Harris," she purred.

Emma leaned into her, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to Ashley's mouth, before looking back at me. "I think he liked that," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with pleasure.

I nodded toward the bed.

"Emma, lay down."

She obeyed, her long, elegant body stretching across the sheets, her black hair fanning over the pillows.

Her legs parted just slightly, her breath coming faster.

I turned to Ashley, my voice low, commanding but smooth.

"Get between her legs."

Ashley shivered at the words, her thighs pressing together for a brief moment before she climbed onto the bed, settling on all fours between Emma's legs.

She glanced up at me, licking her lips, waiting.

"Make her cum." I directed.

Emma let out a shaky breath, her fingers already twisting in the sheets.

Ashley smirked. "Gladly."

And then she lowered her mouth to Emma's pussy.

Emma gasped, her head tipping back instantly, her thighs spreading wider as Ashley dove in, her tongue flicking over her clit, her hands gripping Emma's hips to hold her still.

Emma was already soaked, her body already trembling from anticipation, from watching me with Ashley all night, from waiting for this exact moment.

I watched as Ashley worked her, slow at first, then faster, sucking, licking, fucking her with her tongue, making Emma's legs tremble within minutes.

I groaned at the sight, at the sounds of wet, desperate pleasure filling the room.

And fuck--Ashley's ass, her glistening, needy pussy right in front of me, ready for the taking.

I stepped up behind her, gripping her hips, feeling her tense, then melt into my touch.

She turned her head slightly, her breath hitching as she looked back at me.

"Finally, Harris."

I grinned, guiding the head of my cock between her folds, dragging it slowly over her soaking wet pussy.

She whimpered, trembling beneath me.

"Tell me you want this Ashley?" I asked, my voice low, rough.

Ashley let out a desperate moan, her fingers digging into Emma's thighs.

"Fuck yes, I do. Please fuck me."

I thrust inside her, hard, deep, all at once.

She cried out, her back arching, her fingers tightening on Emma's hips as she took every inch of me.

Emma gasped, watching, her blue eyes blown wide as she felt the tremors in Ashley's body, as she watched me sink into her friend.

I was buried inside Ashley, watching her eat Emma out, listening to their moans, feeling them tremble beneath me.

And I was never going to fucking forget this.

Ashley was moaning into Emma's pussy, her tongue working furiously, her platinum hair spilling over Emma's thighs, completely lost in her own hunger.

I was buried inside Ashley, fucking her like I'd been waiting all night to do.

Her tight, soaking pussy gripped me perfectly, every thrust forcing her deeper into Emma, making her whimper and moan between slick, filthy kisses against Emma's clit.

I gripped Ashley's hips tightly, pulling her back against me harder, feeling her shudder as my cock drove deep, deep, deeper.

The entire bed rocked with the force of it, the headboard knocking gently against the wall, the sheets twisting beneath our bodies.

Emma was writhing, her hands fisting in Ashley's hair, her mouth open, gasping, panting, trembling as Ashley worked her perfectly.

And then it happened.

Emma's breath hitched, her thighs clenching, her entire body arching off the bed as she cried out, coming against Ashley's mouth.

"Fuck! Åh gud, ja!" (Oh god, yes!)" Emma moaned from deep within her chest.

Ashley let out a satisfied moan, lapping up every aftershock.

And that's when I made my move.

My hand gripped a fist full of Ashley's platinum blonde hair, yanking her up roughly, arching her back against my chest.

She gasped, her tits bouncing wildly, her head tilted back against my shoulder as I pounded into her, completely at my mercy. I released her hair wrapping my left arm around her to forcibly grip her right breast and my right hand finding her clit.

"Fuck, Matt!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, wrecked, desperate.

I felt her pussy tighten around me, her walls clenching like a vice as her orgasm tore through her.

Her back arched impossibly, her nails digging into my arms, her entire body shaking violently as I fucked her through it, forcing every last wave of pleasure to crash into her.

She collapsed forward, gasping for breath, her body twitching, trembling as I pulled out of her.

I pushed Ashley aside gently, letting her catch her breath, while my gaze locked onto Emma.

She was watching me, her blue eyes still hazy from her orgasm, but full of something deeper, something raw, something that cut through all the lust and filth and settled deep into me.

I moved between her legs, pushing them wider, running my hands up her thighs, over her trembling stomach, across her perfect tits.

Then, I leaned down, kissing her hard, pouring everything into her--love, hunger, need, possession.

"God, I fucking love you." I said breaking the kiss before pressing forward for another.

She moaned into my mouth, her legs locking around my waist as I pushed inside her in one deep, smooth thrust.

She cried out, her nails scraping down my back, her body wrapping around me as I fucked her with the same relentless energy I'd just given Ashley.

Her breathless whimpers turned into guttural moans, her head tipping back, her body pushing up to meet every stroke, every thrust, every single inch of me.

She wasn't just taking it--she was matching me, pushing back, gripping me like she needed this as much as I did.

Ashley, still recovering, still sprawled on the bed, watched us, her chest heaving, her lips parted as she took in the raw, uninhibited way Emma and I lost ourselves in each other.

And when Emma came again, her body clenching around my cock, her voice breaking into a hoarse cry of my name "Matt! Det er så godt!" (That feels so good!)"

This was beyond a fantasy. This was real. This was everything.

I collapsed beside Emma, breathing hard.

I hadn't cum. I was right there, but I hadn't let go yet.

Ashley and Emma exchanged a glance, and I watched as something passed between them--

Ashley's platinum hair clung to her damp skin, her body still trembling, still buzzing from everything we'd done to her. But as she leaned into Emma, whispering something low and filthy, I watched Emma's eyes darken, a slow, wicked smile curling across her lips.

Emma turned to me, her black hair wild, her body flushed, her lips swollen from kissing and moaning and biting her way through the night.

"Matt," she murmured, her voice soft but charged with something undeniable, something commanding.

Ashley smirked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, her body already shifting, already preparing.

Emma pressed a slow kiss to my jaw, her fingers sliding over my stomach, her words dripping in sin.

"She wants you to fuck her in the ass until you cum."

I groaned, my cock twitching despite everything I'd already done tonight.

Emma's lips brushed my ear, her breath hot.

"I want to watch you to fuck her in the ass as hard as you can."

Ashley moaned at just the suggestion, her back arching, her fingers digging into the mattress.

Emma kissed my jaw again, trailing her fingers down my abs, over my cock, gripping me with just enough pressure to make me throb.

"She's here for your pleasure."

Ashley wiggled her ass at me, glancing over her shoulder, licking her lips.

"Use every hole this slut has."

I growled low, flipping Ashley onto her stomach, spreading her cheeks, exposing her completely.

She let out a needy whimper, her body already pressing back into me, waiting, desperate.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table, squeezing it over my fingers, over my cock, coating her until she was slick, stretched, ready.

"You want this dick buried in your ass?" I asked, my voice rough, dark.

Ashley shivered.

"I want you to ruin my ass, Harris."

I pushed inside her, slow at first, watching her gasp, her back arching, her hands fisting in the sheets.

She was tight--so fucking tight--but the lube let me slide in deep, stretching her inch by inch.

Ashley let out a high, breathless moan, her green eyes fluttering shut as she took all of me.

"Fuck, you're big," she gasped. "You're stretching my ass so fucking wide."

I groaned, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me, letting her feel every inch.

"You take it so well, Ashley," Emma purred, leaning down to kiss Ashley's shoulder, her fingers dragging up her spine.

Ashley moaned, rocking her hips, begging for more.

I wasn't going to make her wait.

I pulled back, then slammed into her hard.

Ashley screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her tits bouncing wildly as I pounded her into the mattress.

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned, her breath breaking, her body shaking.

"God, your dick is so fucking big in my ass!"

Emma watched, mesmerized, her fingers trailing down between Ashley's legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit.

Ashley gasped, her whole body locking up, overwhelmed by the pleasure from both sides.

I reached forward, wrapping my hand around her throat, pulling her back against my chest, fucking her even harder.

Her moans turned into broken cries, her pussy clenching around Emma's fingers, her ass gripping my cock like she was made for this.

"Matt, I'm gonna fucking cum--"

Ashley let out a sharp, wrecked scream, her body spasming, her orgasm crashing through her as I drove into her without mercy.

Her ass squeezed me tight, her entire body trembling as she came so hard she nearly collapsed.

And that did it.

I slammed into her one last time, groaning deep, hot, guttural as I finally fucking let go, spilling inside her, filling her completely.

She moaned, panting, trembling, wrecked.

I collapsed onto the bed, my heart hammering, my lungs burning, my arms heavy as the two of them curled up against me.

Ashley was still shaking, her body slick with sweat, her breath uneven.

Emma was breathing just as hard, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my chest, her lips pressing soft kisses along my shoulder.

Ashley let out a soft, breathless laugh, shifting her head against my chest.

"Jesus, Harris."

She exhaled, tilting her platinum head up toward me, her green eyes still hazy.

"That magic dick of yours just destroyed me."

I chuckled, pressing a slow, tired kiss to her forehead.

Emma turned my face toward her, kissing me next, slower, deeper, her black waves tangled over the sheets.

She sighed against my lips, then pulled back, her blue eyes filled with something soft, something more than just lust.

Ashley let out a satisfied hum, stretching her legs beneath the sheets, her body still buzzing, warm, sore in the best possible way.

"So, uh..." she murmured, her voice drowsy, playful.

"What's for next?"

I knew one thing for certain. This had been the best fucking birthday of my life.

The room was warm, filled with the scent of sex, sweat, and candle wax burning low.

The three of us lay tangled together on the bed, limbs heavy, bodies slick, still buzzing from everything we had just done.

For a moment, I thought about falling asleep right there, Emma's breath warm against my chest, Ashley's head resting on my stomach.

But then I remembered the massive soaking tub in the bathroom.

And the idea of sinking into hot water, letting it ease the soreness of what we'd just done?

Yeah, that sounded perfect.

I ran my fingers through Ashley's tangled platinum hair, tracing my other hand down Emma's spine, letting them both melt against me.

Then I murmured, "Let's get cleaned up."

Ashley groaned. "Harris, if you're about to tell me we have to stand up in a shower, I might actually die."

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"No standing, Ash. I have a better idea."

I slid out from under them, stretching my sore, satisfied muscles, and padded toward the bathroom.

The soaking tub was massive, set into a marble platform, the faucet sleek and modern, with jets built into the sides.

Easily big enough for all three of us.

I twisted the knob, watching as steaming water poured into the tub, filling the air with the faint scent of the hotel's luxury bath oils--bergamot and vanilla, clean and rich.

By the time the water was halfway up, I walked back into the bedroom.

Emma had propped herself up on one elbow, her blue eyes watching me with a lazy, satisfied glow.

Ashley was already half-asleep, her blonde waves a complete mess, her lips still swollen from hours of use.

I smirked

.

"You're both coming with me."

Emma arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan to get us there?"

I didn't answer.

I just bent down, scooped her up effortlessly in my arms, ignoring her small gasp of surprise as I carried her toward the bathroom.

Ashley propped herself up, watching.

"Wait, are we getting carried?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Oh, I like this."

I set Emma down carefully in the warm water, watching as she sighed, stretching out, her black waves floating around her shoulders.

Then I turned back to the bed.

Ashley held out her arms dramatically. "Take me, you sexual beast."

I laughed but didn't hesitate, lifting her easily, feeling the way she went limp in my arms, completely surrendered, completely trusting.

When I settled her into the water beside Emma, she let out a moan so sinful I almost regretted not having more stamina left to fuck her again.

"Oh my god, Harris, this might be better than sex."

Emma snorted. "I think you're just too tired to make a proper comparison."

Ashley hummed, sinking lower into the water. "Maybe."

I climbed in last, settling between them, letting my muscles finally relax.

Emma rested her head on my shoulder.

Ashley stretched out across my chest, floating just slightly in the warm water, her breasts rising and falling with each slow breath.

For a long moment, none of us spoke.

We just soaked, floating together, letting the night settle in.

I couldn't help but let out a soft, exhausted laugh. "You know, I've done a lot of things since moving to New York, but I'm pretty sure tonight officially marks my transition from 'quiet finance guy' to 'legendary overachiever.'"

Ashley snorted, twisting slightly to look up at me, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "You're underselling yourself, Harris. You were incredible. I was half convinced we'd broken you at one point."

Emma smirked, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. "She's right. You kept up with both of us--and then some. I knew you had it in you, but damn... You really rose to the occasion."

I huffed out a breath, still a little dazed. "I'm just saying, I might have set the bar a little too high tonight. Next time, I might need a stretcher standing by."

Ashley let out a soft laugh, leaning up to press a kiss to my jaw. "You did just fine. Actually, better than fine. You absolutely rocked our world."

Emma's lips brushed my shoulder, her voice soft but full of pride. "You made us feel incredible. You were everything we wanted--and more."

I couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across my face, feeling the last of the tension drain from my body. "Well... I guess that's one more unexpected skill for the resume."

Ashley's laughter rang out, and Emma shook her head, squeezing my hand. "And you're modest, too. Perfect combination."

A comfortable silence settled between us, the water lapping gently against the edges of the tub. I found myself studying Emma's face, wondering what was going through her mind after everything we'd shared. The question lingered unspoken in my eyes--how did she really feel about all this?

Something in my expression must have given my thoughts away. Emma's Danish accent grew more pronounced as she caught my gaze, answering the question I hadn't asked.

"I can see what you're thinking," she said, her blue eyes softening as she read me like one of her beloved books. "It's written all over your face."

Emma leaned back against the curved marble of the soaking tub, letting the warm water lap at her collarbone as she tilted her head, blue eyes flickering between Ashley and me.

She exhaled, sinking a little deeper, looking almost hesitant in the soft glow of the candlelight.

"Truthfully?" she admitted, swirling her fingertips across the water's surface. "I didn't know how I was going to feel about you two being so intimate."

Ashley snorted, flicking water from her face as she adjusted her position among the bubbles.

"You mean," she said dryly, "fucking like depraved animals?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Yes."

But then, she tilted her head, considering, searching for the words as steam curled around her face.

"I'm surprised by a lot of things," she finally said.

"One, how hot it was."

I smirked, watching as she shifted her position slightly, the water rippling around her body, a clear sign that just thinking about it was affecting her again.

"Two," she continued, meeting my gaze across the bubbling water, "how happy I was to see you let go, Matt."

I let out a slow exhale, letting her words sink in as the hot water continued to work its magic on my sore muscles.

"And three," she added, shifting her gaze to Ashley, who was lounging at the opposite end of the massive tub, "how happy I was to see you enjoy yourself too."

Ashley arched a brow, grinning as she stretched her arms along the marble edge. "Well, that's a nice surprise, isn't it?"

Emma hummed, trailing her fingers through the water, creating small eddies as she chewed her lip.

"I'm not promising anything to anyone today," she admitted, her voice soft but firm above the gentle bubbling of the tub's jets.

"The heat, the pleasure--it's all still so raw."

Ashley and I nodded, listening, watching her process as the steam rose around us.

"But," she continued, "it's been... eye-opening."

I smirked, shifting closer to her in the warm water. "That's one way to put it."

Emma let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as droplets clung to her dark lashes.

I ran my hands through my wet hair, feeling the water stream down my neck, thinking about everything that had happened today.

There was still so much to process, but I knew one thing--

I was surprised by Emma today.

Surprised by myself.

Emma swallowed, her lips parting slightly, looking between us as the water pulsed around her.

Ashley ran her fingers over her own wet lips, considering something, then exhaled slowly, sending ripples across the surface.

"Well," she murmured, sliding deeper into the fragrant water, "I'm just so happy you decided to include me in today."

Emma arched a brow. "Oh?"

Ashley nodded, shifting to let the jet massage her lower back, her voice completely casual.

"Because if I found out you did this with, say, Becca or Rachel, I would be so fucking jealous I might never speak to you again."

Emma blinked.

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head as I sank deeper into the soothing water.

Emma tilted her head, considering that, small waves lapping at her shoulders. "Honestly?" she said. "I don't think I would've considered anyone else."

She ran her hands through her soaked hair, letting the words settle in the steamy air between them.

"I know how much our friendship means to you."

Ashley, relaxing beneath one of the jets, let out a slow, pleased exhale, gliding through the water toward Emma.

"Yeah," she said, smirking as the water shifted around her. "Friends that occasionally make out and fuck."

Emma laughed, shaking her head, before reaching out, pulling Ashley into a slow kiss, their wet bodies pressing together in the warm water.

Ashley let out a pleased little hum, her arms wrapping around Emma's waist, their breasts sliding together beneath the surface as they kissed.

I let out a deep breath, watching them through the rising steam, shaking my head.

"What a fucking birthday," I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

Emma finally pulled back, panting slightly, her fingers brushing water from Ashley's cheek.

I leaned back against the curved edge of the tub, watching the way they looked at each other through the fragrant haze.

Ashley smirked, rising from the water first, water cascading down her curves as she stepped out, grabbing one of the plush white towels before tossing one to Emma.

The next morning wrapped in the super-plush robes the hotel had provided, I let out a slow, satisfied breath, sinking into the couch between Emma and Ashley.

The city bustled below them, yellow cabs weaving through early-morning traffic, pedestrians in tailored coats hurrying along the sidewalks, lattes in hand, briefcases swinging.

It was a typical New York morning--people grinding, hustling, chasing the next deal. I wondered how tomorrow's conversation with Chris would go now. 'How was your birthday, Harris?' 'Great, thanks for asking. Emma invited Ashley over, then we went lingerie shopping, stayed at the Mandarin, and... actually, let's just say I had cake and leave it at that.'

And here I was, curled up on the couch in the most expensive suite in the city, wrapped in plush robes, sipping mimosas, and basking in the afterglow of the most indulgent, insane, unforgettable birthday.

I stretched lazily, arms over the back of the couch, sinking deeper into the cushions, utterly content.

"I can't believe those suckers down there are hustling off to work, and here we are, wrapped in soft plush robes in the best room in the city after a night of amazing sex."

Emma let out a soft laugh, snuggling closer to him.

"Now this is a birthday gift." She sighed. "A lazy morning." Her Danish lilt was more pronounced in the morning light, her words flowing with a musical quality as she snuggled closer to me.

Ashley glanced at her phone, then sighed dramatically.

"Real world calls," she said, draining the last of her mimosa. "I should get dressed. The hotel needs their marketing genius back." She stood, stretching languidly in her robe, then paused, her usual confident demeanor softening for a moment.

"Thank you both. Seriously." Her voice carried a rare note of genuine emotion. "Not just for the sex--which was phenomenal, Harris, don't get me wrong--but for trusting me enough to include me in something so personal." She looked between us, an unusual vulnerability in her green eyes. "It meant a lot."

I nodded, surprised by her sincerity. "Thank you for making my birthday unforgettable."

Emma reached out, squeezing Ashley's hand briefly. "We'll see you soon. For normal drinks," she added with a small smile.

Ashley's familiar smirk returned. "Define normal," she teased before disappearing into the bedroom to change.

When we were alone, Emma shifted on the couch, turning to face me. Her blue eyes were clear, focused, studying my expression as sunlight streamed through the windows, catching in her dark hair.

"So," she said softly, "how are you feeling? About all of this?"

I took a moment, really thinking about it. "Honestly? Better than I expected. I thought I might feel... I don't know, weird. Guilty. But I don't." I traced my fingers along her arm. "How about you?"

Emma's lips curved into a thoughtful smile. "I surprised myself. Not just with what we did, but with how I felt watching you with her." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I've always thought jealousy would be inevitable in a situation like that, but instead, I felt... connected to you in a different way. Like I was seeing a new side of you, and getting to enjoy it alongside you."

I pulled her closer. "I never expected you to suggest something like this. Not in a million years."

"Neither did I," she admitted with a soft laugh. "But I think... I think maybe we've discovered something about ourselves. About us." Her fingers traced patterns on my chest through the robe. "I'm not saying we need to redefine everything. What we have, just the two of us, is exactly what I want."

"But?" I prompted, sensing there was more.

She met my eyes directly. "But perhaps our boundaries are more flexible than I realized. Not all the time. Not with just anyone. But under the right circumstances, with the right person..." She shrugged slightly, a hint of that wicked smile I'd seen last night crossing her face.

"You're full of surprises, Emma Sørensen," I murmured, brushing her hair from her face.

"So are you, Matt Harris," she countered. "I've never seen you so... commanding. So completely in control." Her eyes darkened slightly at the memory. "I liked it. A lot."

"I liked it too," I admitted. "But my favorite part wasn't any specific moment--it was that we experienced all of it together. You trusted me enough to suggest it, and I trusted you enough to say yes. That's what matters most."

"Always," she agreed, leaning in to kiss me softly.

When she pulled back, she studied my face, making sure I understood the depth of her next words. "What happened here was amazing. Something we might explore again someday, if the moment feels right. But this--you and me--this is everything. Du er alt for mig (You are everything to me)." Her accent wrapped around the words, giving them a warmth that made them feel like secrets shared just between us.

I pulled her against my chest, feeling her heart beating against mine, knowing with absolute certainty that what we'd discovered wasn't just about sex or boundaries or experimentation.

It was about trust. The kind that allowed us to explore without fear of losing each other.

And as Ashley's voice called from the bedroom about her missing shoe, making Emma laugh against my shoulder, I realized something profound: The real fantasy had never been about two women in my bed. It had been about finding someone who saw me completely--my desires, my hesitations, my strengths--and chose to love me not in spite of these things, but because of them.

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Congrats to AingealanLann for calling a threesome after chapter 3. I felt I needed to foreshadow it a bit and they were correct.

As always I appreciate you making it through the sixth chapter. Ratings, comments, and follows are great. I will be hanging out in the comments to listen to your feedback. Emma and Matt's story has a few more chapters before I think I've told their story completely so your encouragement and ideas are welcome.