Excerpt: The Open Door - Vilma Iris | Lifestyle Blogger

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laurelin Paige comes a new story in her Found Duet series…

I knew JC was trouble the minute I laid eyes on him.

Breaking every rule in my club. I never forget how he made me feel that night. With all the women in that room, all those bodies on display, but his eyes were only on me.

Of course I married him. Now years have passed. Kids have been born. We’re still in love as always, and the sex is still fantastic…

And yet, it’s also not. Like many who’ve been married for a while, I long for the high intensity of those days of the past.

I’ve heard rumors for years about the Open Door. An ultra-exclusive voyeur’s paradise. A place to participate in—or watch—any kind of display you can imagine.

My husband’s eyes would still be on me. And maybe other eyes too. If that’s what we want.

So when an invitation to come play arrives, how could we turn it down?

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Romance

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Excerpt: The Open Door
By Laurelin Paige

Excerpt: The Open Door

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laurelin Paige comes a new story in her Found Duet series. THE OPEN DOOR is out tomorrow, but you can read a sneak peek below!

“First time?” she asked.

JC and I exchanged glances. We’d managed to keep to ourselves at the last party. We hadn’t tried to engage with anyone, and, for the most part, no one had tried to talk to us. I’d liked the ability to be cocooned in our own adventure. But perhaps we would have gotten more out of the whole thing if we hadn’t been so reclusive.

JC must have come to the same conclusion, only faster than I did because he answered first. “Second time. Is it that obvious?”

She laughed. “Not necessarily. I’m just what’s known as a frequent flyer, and I didn’t recognize your faces. Glad to have you both. I’m Miss T.”

JC opened his mouth, presumably to give our own names, when I interrupted. “Should we have code names? Is that a thing people do at these things?”

Again she laughed. It wasn’t a patronizing sound, but a light, friendly tinkle. “Not at all. It’s one of my personal rules. There are others who prefer not to use names here, just as there are people who never take off their masks―I’m one of those, too. I see too many of these people at the office, and I don’t think my boss would be too happy knowing what his clients are doing with his secretary on the weekends. It’s much better that none of them recognize me. But there are just as many people who are happy to share everything. And I mean everything.”

“Ah,” I said, imagining circumstances where I might feel the same. Since we were really only here to watch, it didn’t seem like a big issue for us. And JC was already known for showing his fellow investors a good time as part of business procedure. “Then I’m Gwen.” I looked to my spouse for permission before adding, “And this is my husband, JC.”

“Good to meet you, and welcome! Have you been out back yet? Would you like me to take you to the grounds?”

“Out back?” Once again, JC and I exchanged a glance. “Is the party outside?”

“It is! This estate is one of the few locations that is private enough to allow frolicking outdoors. It’s the only reason most everyone would drive all the way out here, including me.”

“Then frolicking outdoors is a major draw?” Maybe I needed to frolic more to understand.

She seemed about to answer, then changed her mind. “I think it will be easier to show you. Come on. I’ll take you.”

With a shrug, I took my husband’s hand and followed after our mysterious new friend.

“The two parties we’ve been to now have been outside of New York,” JC commented as T led us through a nearly empty sitting room. “Is that common?”

“In the summer, more often than not, the club moves out to the surrounding suburbs. Most people are glad to escape the city heat. After tonight, though, the events mainly take place in Manhattan.”

It seemed like a waste not to take advantage of T’s knowledge so I asked my own question. “The check-in was different too. Last time we were given bracelets. Are the beads new?”

“Those vary per the host,” T explained. “All depends on who’s in charge, so make sure to always carefully read the instructions for entrance on the website. Sometimes there’s a code word to get in, sometimes there are bracelets, sometimes there’s glow-in-the-dark body paint. Personally, I like necklaces best, because then you can leave them on a door handle if you decide to use a room. Lets others know if you want anyone to join you or not.”

People just walk in and join strangers who are already having sex?

My face went red as I thought about it. I didn’t know why that was any different than half of the stuff we’d already seen. I’d just figured that the guests who used the rooms were specifically looking for privacy and had already chosen who they wanted to be messing around with.

JC must have been equally surprised by the notion because he gave my hand a solidarity squeeze.

“I should let you know, too, that most of the events aren’t this extravagant. They’re all different in their own ways, but this one is something special.” T took us around a corner, and now we were in a great room with large windows overlooking the landscape. The ocean stretched across the background like thick black ink, but the grounds were completely lit up, and the reason this particular party was special became clearly evident.

Because it wasn’t just a party―it was a full-blown festival.

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