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“Which part?” I ask, curious as to what stands out in her mind the most

“All of it,” she adertip up to trace my collarbone “So different than hoe used to be”

“We’re different people, Jos”

“I suppose,” she er that has started to trace patterns on my chest

When she doesn’t say anymore, I push a bit “You’ve becoave you Hell, half the ti me for more”

Joslyn snorts, eyes sparkling with aive me a choice as to what I would or wouldn’t take You just did what you wanted”

“And you loved it,” I assert boldly

She doesn’t deny it, merely lets her lips tip upward in a very private s of But I think I a to

“Tellto,” she asks out of the blue

I blink a moment “Pardon?”

“When I went to your house last week in Vegas” She looks me dead in the eye, not a trace of jealousy in her tone, only curiosity “You ith that woman You said you met her in a sex club”

“The Wicked Horse,” Ime about it

“What’s it like?” Her eyes are wide, her voice filled with awe, and I think so

“It’s absolute freedo the first words that come to mind “It’s an environment where you can push all your limits with likeminded people”

“You couldn’t be ue if you tried,” she censures

“What do you want to know?” I ask, not sure I really want to reveal anything about The Wicked Horse For the last three years, I’ve been abut enjoy it to the uthts a week—a place where I can let go of everything

And yet… here I find myself fearful Joslyn will disapprove if she knows more about it