It was supposed to be just drinks.
Elena and Marc had been together for years—steady, passionate, adventurous in all the right ways. But lately, they’d started playing a game: who could spot someone they’d both want. Someone intriguing. Someone who made the air feel thicker.
That night, it was Naomi.
She was at the rooftop bar alone, dressed in a backless black top, a high slit skirt, and heels that clicked with quiet confidence. She had a smile that said she was used to being watched—and an energy that made it impossible not to.
Elena leaned into Marc’s ear. “She’s the one.”
He grinned. “Go get her.”
It didn’t take much. Naomi was sharp, sultry, and just bored enough to be curious. A few drinks, a few well-placed compliments, and a game of truth-or-dare that skipped the truth entirely.
They brought her back to their suite just after midnight.
Inside, the city spread out beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, lights twinkling like stars. Naomi stood at the glass, watching her own reflection. “You two always this… generous?”
Marc stepped behind her, fingers brushing her waist. “Only when the guest is worth it.”
Elena joined them, sliding one strap of Naomi’s top down, then the other, her lips warm against her shoulder. Naomi let her head fall back, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Clothes melted away. Naomi lay back on the bed as Elena kissed down her stomach, fingers teasing, tongue tasting. Marc watched, hard and aching, before kneeling beside them, letting Naomi pull him into her mouth, slow and deep.
They took their time.
Elena rode Marc, her hands on Naomi’s thighs, her moans mixing with Naomi’s soft cries as Marc reached around to stroke her. Then Naomi straddled Elena, hips rocking in rhythm while Marc moved behind her, thrusting deep as her body arched and shook.
The air was thick with sweat, skin, pleasure. Hands everywhere. Mouths everywhere.
No pressure. No promises. Just three people indulging in a night that none of them wanted to end.
As the sun crept over the skyline, they lay tangled in the sheets, breath slow, lips still swollen from too many kisses.
No one said goodbye.
Just “See you next time?”
And three matching smiles.
