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The ride came to an end, and Vincenzo helped them off the gondola one by one. Beau went last. As he started to step off, Vincenzo stopped him. “Excuse me. And pardon for the intrusion, but I couldn’t help but overhear, the Little girl, I mean um, the young lady, the woman you were with… she called you Daddy, but you said she was your girlfriend… and um, I wondered if you knew about that resort that was opening, on the far end of the strip? The one for…”

Vincenzo trailed off and Beau decided to put him out of his misery.

“The one for Bigs and Littles? Utopia? Yeah, I’ve heard of it. I’ve been doing the design on the remodel.”

Vincenzo’s eyes lit up and Beau saw a spark he hadn’t noticed earlier—Vincenzo was a Little himself.

“Do you know when it’s going to be open?”

“Oh I’d say before the end of the summer, probably. It won’t be long now.”

“Excellent!” Vincenzo whipped the beret off his head and pushed the hair out of his eyes before replacing it. “Wonderful. Thank you, Sir.”

Beau nodded, and stepped off the boat, to where Dax and Tessa were waiting for him. “Ready to go get dinner?”

Chapter Nine

Tessa

They had dinner at a steakhouse near the Venetian—the fanciest one Tessa had ever been to—and caught a cab back to Utopia.

As they swept through security at the entrance, Tessa paused and looked at the time on her phone. They hadn’t made any plans for after dinner, but she still had two hours until bedtime, and a desperate need to satiate more of her curiosities about the logistics of sex in a throuple.

Two hours was more than enough time to satisfy those curiosities, she thought, but she wasn’t sure what Dax and Beau had planned. Maybe they were sick of her already, and they wouldn’t want her to go back to their room. Maybe they would prefer to call it a day and take her home. She really hoped not.

“So what’s the plan?” Beau asked, seemingly reading her mind, as he and Dax caught up with her. “We have about two hours left, or were you ready to call it a night and go home to see your friends? We didn’t make any plans past this, but we also have time before we have to get you back to the penthouse.”

Tessa was afraid to answer. She knew what she wanted, but she didn’t want to be a bother.

“Do I get a vote?” Dax asked, sidling up beside her with a wink that made her tummy flutter.

“Why not? She’s not answering, and somebody needs to answer before we spend the entire two hours standing here like dummies.”

Tessa giggled, picturing them all as Patrick Star, blank stares, goofy smiles and good intentions.

“Well, I vote we go back up to the room. It’s gonna be a busy few weeks, and we might as well take every spare minute we can get and make them count.”

“That’s a very good point,” Beau said. “Tessa, what do you think? Does that sound good to you?”

Suddenly shy, Tessa nodded. That sounded very good to her.

Seeming to know not to push, Beau just smiled and called down the elevator before taking her hand, and Dax’s.

When they got to the room, they closed the door behind them and stood there staring at each other, the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Finally, and without warning, Beau took a step toward Tessa, closing the space between them, and wrapped his arm around her to cup the back of her neck, using the leverage to pull her close. Before she even had a chance to process what was happening, his mouth closed over hers, and the kiss she’d been longing for began. Slow, deep, sensual, possessive; it was everything she’d always hoped a kiss could be. She was so wrapped up in the moment, she forgot about Dax until he wrapped an arm around each of their waists and cut in with a sultry smile. “Sharing is caring.”

“Well, I always want to be caring,” Beau mumbled with his lips still pressed against hers. Pulling apart with a short huff of breath, he turned to Dax with a smile and welcomed him into the fold.

“Hi there, babyboy. We only have a little bit of time; what do you think the best use of it would be?”

“Well…” Dax licked his lips. “I’ve already tasted our sweet babygirl’s pussy, but now I want to know how she feels.”

“You read my mind.”

Tessa watched transfixed as they exchanged a glance between the two of them, and suddenly four hands were on her body, pulling her sundress over her head and pulling off shoes, diaper cover, and pull-up. In no time she was standing before them naked, and they were both fully clothed.

Pulling her lip into a pout, she pointed out the unfairness of the situation. “You both still have all your clothes on.”