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went in search of him. He was gone for quite a while
but then Andrew strolled over to me with a bottle in his hand and Jason in tow,
and embraced me warmly, like an old friend. I smelled his cologne and his male
scent and felt his lean body against mine and thought, My God, this is
really happening .
    “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he murmured in my ear
as he folded me against him. I nodded and he whispered, “I can’t believe this
is really going to happen. I promise, I’m going to be so good to you, Sara.
I’ll make it so good.” His voice was earnest in my ear but as we filed out into
the night together, his swagger returned. “Jason had suggested a midnight round
of golf,” Andrew drawled as we headed for the parking lot, “but frankly I’m
allergic to grass and I’d prefer to look at you in better lighting.”
    “Another suggestion?” asked Jason.
    “My family’s beach house. No one’s there, and if we get in
the mood to have an al fresco romp in the surf we can, because we’re on a
private cove. What do you say?”
    I looked at Andrew, who was grinning like a five-year-old,
and back at Jason, who looked for all the world as if he was trying very hard
not to exhibit the same level of enthusiasm. “Perfect,” I said, taking a deep
breath.

Chapter Three
     
    I’d had less to drink than Jason and was at this point sober,
so I took the wheel and followed Andrew’s Range Rover out of town, onto the
highway and through a series of twists and turns out to the shore. We put the
windows down and the salt air reminded me of our wilder days, when we used to
make love at the beach. The smell of the ocean had always triggered something
uninhibited in me and I felt myself loosening as the roads disappeared under
our tires. Jason was chatting and happy the entire time and I could see his
entire body tensing with excitement the closer we got.
    But I started to get nervous. Would this really go as
planned? I thought of all the variables—Andrew being unskillful or not turning
me on once we were in the act, me taking my clothes off and him not being
attracted to me, the possibility that Jason could pull the plug on the whole
thing if he decided he was too jealous for this kind of thing. And I doubted my
own ability to do this, to let a stranger touch me—and in front of my husband,
no less! But soon enough we were at the house and I took a deep breath and
prepared myself to be wild and take this chance. It was just once, after all.
    In the driveway Andrew took my hand and led me up the stairs
like a date. I glanced nervously back at Jason but he just grinned and waved me
on, following us slowly and clearly enjoying the thrill of watching another man
take over. Andrew’s hand felt strange on my own, unfamiliar but not unpleasant.
I could feel the energy radiating from him, got my first sense of how he moved.
When he stopped short I bumped into him and my face was momentarily pressed
against the smooth linen of his shirt, close enough to smell the faintest musk
of his sweat. My awareness of him spread across the surface of my skin, danced
on my tongue, whispered between my thighs.
    Once in the house, Andrew pulled me close for a kiss, his
mouth brushing softly over mine like a promise. His eyes twinkled as I sighed
under his touch, barely hearing Jason come in behind us. My heart was pounding
but I wasn’t backing out. I was ready to do this.
    After giving us a quick tour and turning on a few lights,
Andrew grabbed us all beers and took us upstairs to the master bedroom. It was
an amazing view from every side of the house. The ocean glittered out in front
of us, soothing us with its calm beauty. Jason caught my eye and we looked at
each other for just a second, checking in. By the heat in his eyes I could tell
he wanted this even more than I did, and I relaxed a bit and walked out on the
balcony to gaze at the water.
    As I stood the darkness, listening to the rhythm of the
waves breaking beyond us,