Chapter 3

Mia’s POV

“Fine, I’ll start with truth,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt as I set my empty beer bottle on the low table.

The three of them watched me like wolves circling a meal, but their smiles stayed easy, pulling me in deeper.

Alex’s hand still rested on my knee, his thumb moving in slow lazy strokes that sent little jolts straight up my thigh.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide.

“Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.”

I laughed a little, shifting on the...