Levi slid the keycard across the bar, the plastic scraping against the polished wood. His eyes were dark. Unblinking. Fixed on the stranger.

"Room 304. My wife is upstairs. Naked, dripping, and blindfolded. She has no idea who's about to walk through that door."

Sebastian, a mountain of muscle and tattooed ink, remained still. He took a slow pull from his beer.

"And you?"

"I'll be in the closet. She gets off on the fear, the not knowing if it's her husband or a total stranger pounding her open." Levi leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial, hungry whisper. "But tonight, it's not just about her. After you've wrecked...