Everything to Him by Elizabeth Coldwell Read Free Book Online

hastily arranged a meeting with the man for that afternoon, leaving Amber to show Josh the sights of the city. They’d taken one of the tourist bus trips, viewing the busy streets of Manhattan, something she would never have thought to do with Felix. Then they’d had burgers and milkshakes in an old-fashioned diner just off Times Square before heading to Fifth Avenue, where Amber had treated herself using Felix’s platinum credit card.
    Much as she’d loved their idyllic stay on Clearwater Cay, where they had spent their days swimming, snorkelling and soaking up the sun, and their nights having three-way sex beneath the stars, Amber was a city girl at heart, more at home in the constant buzz of New York, though she’d found herself looking at both locations through Josh’s eyes, reappraising people and places she’d almost come to take for granted. Memories of the first time she’d paddled in the shallow waters of Clearwater Bay, the first time she’d looked out of the big windows of the living room in this penthouse apartment, staring at the vast green expanse of Central Park, had come flooding back. What a lucky girl you are, she told herself, as she went to make coffee. Lucky to have such a privileged lifestyle, and even luckier to have a husband who’d been willing to take a risk and open up his world—and his marriage—to another man.
    And they couldn’t have made a better choice, she thought as she walked back into the living room and looked at Josh. He’d pulled off his boots and sprawled himself in an armchair, a satisfied grin on his cute, bearded face. Suddenly, the idea of sitting and sipping coffee no longer appealed. Not until she’d shown the young journalist the secret heart of the apartment, that was.
    “Would you like to see something Felix and I have never shown anyone else?” she asked in a mischievous tone. “I have to warn you, though. This isn’t something that can be mentioned in your article about us. This is strictly, and I mean strictly, off the record.”
    She almost bit back a chuckle at the eager way Josh sprang up from his seat, his curiosity clearly piqued.
    “Come with me,” she said, “and I’ll take you to the playroom.”
    Josh followed her out of the living room, down the hallway past the master bedroom and the room he’d slept in last night. They came to a plain, white door with a small bookcase beside it. Amber took a priceless Chinese vase from the top of the bookcase, and turned it upside down. A key tumbled out into her palm.
    “This is how you stop a nosy maid discovering a key,” she told him. “Hide it in a vase that’s so expensive she’s too frightened of breaking the thing to ever dust it.”
    She unlocked the door, and ushered Josh inside, giving him a moment to let the full significance of what the small, purple-painted room contained. What looked at first sight like a chaise longue, but turned out, on closer inspection, to be a piece of furniture designed to place the body in a variety of comfortable positions for sex. A sturdy stool with a padded leather top that had leather cuffs attached to each of its legs. And, most outrageously, a swing with a long leather seat, held up by a lattice of thick red straps that hung from eye bolts screwed into the ceiling.
    “When you said playroom, I didn’t realise you meant…” Josh’s voice tailed off.
    “What, that we have a kinky side? Don’t worry, we don’t tie each other up and whip each other—well, not often.” Amber grinned. “But I have to admit there’s nothing quite like hanging in that swing while Felix fucks me.”
    “Is it comfortable?” Josh asked, padding over to the bizarre piece of equipment in his stockinged feet and running a hand over it. He’d taken to all the games they’d played so far, enjoying all the things two men could do to one woman, but his reaction to the swing showed that his sex life must have been pretty vanilla so far.
    “Why don’t you give it a try?”