Super Bowl [Why watch when you can have amazing sex instead?]

Celeste slid into the hot tub and leaned back, closing her eyes as the warmth enveloped her. The water rippling next to her told her someone else was stepping in. She cracked an eye to find a man she had met on the mountain sliding in.

“Celeste, how are you?”

She smiled warmly. “I’m good. Have a good day skiing?”

“The best.”

He settled into the hot tub across from her.

It was quiet. The snow had kept the mountain busy, but the hot tubs were a ghost town. “It’s so strange how quiet it is right now. I expected these to be busy.”

He nodded and glanced around at the several scattered hot tubs in the area. Very few of them had anyone in them, and the ones nearest to them were empty.

“Super Bowl. Everyone is watching the game at the bar.”

As if on cue, cheering could be heard in the distance.

“Ah. How could I forget?”

Celeste leaned back and closed her eyes. Out of all the hot tubs, he had come to this one—one that was occupied. She smirked.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

Cabby

Celeste slid into the backseat of the cab, her dress hiking slightly before she fixed it. He was a younger driver. She was used to only having old men drive the old-fashioned yellow taxis, since younger drivers now did those fancy driving apps.

He looked at her in the rearview mirror, and she caught his eyes looking her up and down. Normally that would have been a huge turn off, but this guy was hot.

“Where to, miss?”

She rattled off an address, and he didn’t waste any time merging into traffic. Just leaving work, she wanted to swing by her place to swap out a few items from her purse and to change into a sexier dress before heading to the clubs with some friends. Tonight was her night to let loose.

“Any fun plans tonight?” he asked.

She looked up, surprised he was carrying on a conversation. She had never been with a taxi driver who was chatty. They were all business.

“Just going out with some friends. How about you?”

“No. You’re my last fare, and then I have the rest of the night off.”

Threesome

*This was it*, Celeste thought.

She had never had a threesome with two men. Heck, her first threesome ever had been back in the Red Room with a man and another woman.

But she was going through a breakup. It had been a whirlwind romance, and the best way she knew to get over it was to sleep with another man. Or in this case, men.

She approached the door and knocked tentatively. Butterflies raged in her stomach, beating furiously, like they were trying to escape. She partially wondered if she should leave, but no—she was far too curious about this. Being taken by two men had always been on her sex bucket list.

Yes, a sex bucket list.

Many of the items had been crossed off over the years, but this one had taunted her for a while. Finding two men willing to participate had been harder than she expected. And now that she found them, she couldn’t pass it up.

The door pulled open, and Mario smiled at her, quickly ushering her inside. By way of greeting, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, completely relaxing her.