CHAPTER 180: LEA’S REALITY CHECK

Every room held memories now. We’d fucked on Persian rugs worth more than cars, against windows overlooking the city, in the wine cellar surrounded by bottles worth more than college tuition. Madison’s bed had seen configurations that would make karma sutra look vanilla.

"Last Tuesday was incredible," Madison continued, voice dropping. "When Isabella was explaining while riding you, and I was sitting on your face..."

"She didn’t stop lecturing even when she came," I remembered. "Professional dedication."

"Three times without stopping her explanation. I was impressed." Madison took a sip of wine. "Though my favorite is still the library."

’The library. Floor-to-ceiling books, leather chairs, and a desk that discovered new purposes. Isabella reading formulas aloud while Madison and I tested just how much she could take before losing her place.’

"You two have gotten creative," I noted. "That thing with the silk ties last week?"

"Isabella’s idea. She’s got a dominant streak under all that teacher propriety." Madison grinned. "Did you see her face when she made you beg?"

’Both of them taking control, reducing me to pleading for release while they kissed above me. Paradise and torture combined.’

"And now Luna’s in the mix," Madison said, though she knew Luna was separate. "How’s that developing?"

Valentina Luna was my solo project at school. The infirmary had become our sanctuary during her off hours—examination tables finding new purposes, medical equipment providing interesting possibilities.

"About Luna," I said, watching Madison lean forward. "We had an audience yesterday."

"Oh?"

"Sofia Delgado. Walked in while Luna was riding me like her life depended on it."

Madison’s eyes went wide with delight. "She saw everything?"

"Everything. Luna bouncing on my cock, head thrown back, making those sounds she makes when she’s close. Sofia stood there frozen for at least ten seconds before Luna noticed."

"Holy fuck." Madison was vibrating with dark joy. "Jack’s perfect girlfriend saw you making the school nurse cum?"

"Saw her come down from one orgasm and build to another. Luna doesn’t believe in moderation—she was on number four or five by then."

"And Sofia just... watched?"

"Transfixed. Like she’d never seen real passion before. Which, considering she’s with Jack, she probably hasn’t."

"The quarterback probably thinks missionary with the lights off is adventurous," Madison laughed. "Then she sees you and Luna in full animalistic glory..."

"She couldn’t look away. Even when Luna noticed and scrambled off, Sofia just stood there processing what she’d witnessed."

"And now?"

"Now she looks at me like she’s starving and I’m a feast." I smiled at the memory. "We’re meeting tomorrow at two. Need to discuss her discretion."

"Discussion that’ll end with her forgetting Jack exists." Madison raised her glass. "To liberating the sexually oppressed."

The waiter brought our next course, and I noticed movement near the restaurant’s entrance. A familiar figure in a designer dress that screamed trying too hard.

"Don’t look now," I murmured, "but Lea Martinez just walked in."

Madison’s eyes sharpened. "Your former crush? The one who publicly humiliated you?"

"The very same. Three tables over, with her parents and... is that a college guy?"

Madison casually turned to look. "Definitely older. Probably her attempt to seem mature. God, she looks miserable."

She did. Lea sat stiffly beside some prep school clone who was already mansplaining the wine list. Her parents beamed with approval while she stared at her plate like it held life’s answers.

"Should we say hi?" Madison asked with faux innocence.

"Let’s see if she notices first."

It didn’t take long. Lea’s scan of the restaurant stopped dead when she saw us. Her face went through several expressions—surprise, confusion, something that might have been regret—before settling on carefully neutral.

"She’s coming over," Madison whispered. "This should be fun."

’The girl who called me a man whore approaching while I’m on a date with my girlfriend, planning tomorrow’s seduction of multiple women. The irony is delicious.’

"Peter," Lea said when she reached our table, voice carefully controlled. "Madison. Fancy seeing you here."

"Lea," I acknowledged. "Enjoying your evening?"

Her eyes flicked between us, taking in Madison’s jewelry, our obvious intimacy, the way we looked completely comfortable in this setting. "Yes. You?"

"First official date," Madison supplied helpfully. "Though we’ve been together for week and days now. You know how it is—sometimes you skip straight to the good parts."

’Days of threesomes with the same teacher that on Monday will teach Lea, biology, the girl who had turned me down, multiple orgasms, and sexual exploration. But sure, let’s call it skipping to the good parts.’

Lea’s jaw tightened. "How... nice."

"Isn’t it?" Madison’s smile could cut glass. "Peter’s been so attentive. Really dedicated to satisfying... all my needs. Educational and recreational."

"I’m sure," Lea managed. "Well, I should get back—"

"How’s college prep going?" I asked, not ready to let her escape. "Still valedictorian track?"

"Of course." But something flickered in her eyes. "Though you’ve been... competing well lately."

"Just applying myself. Amazing what proper motivation can do."

"Yes, I’ve noticed your... motivation." Her gaze lingered on Madison’s necklace. "Very motivating indeed."

Madison laughed, the sound drawing attention from nearby tables. "Oh honey, if you think jewelry is motivating, you should see what else Peter’s good at. He’s very... thorough in his studies."

’If only she knew those studies included making her teacher Isabella scream my name while Madison watched and took notes.’

Lea’s face flushed. "I really should go—"

"Say hi to Steven for us," Madison called as Lea retreated. "Is that his name? The guy who looks like he quotes The Economist during foreplay?"

Lea practically fled back to her table, where her parents were watching with concern. The college boy looked annoyed at the interruption.

"That was mean," I said, but I was grinning.

"That was karma," Madison corrected. "She publicly humiliated you for wanting to date her. Now she gets to watch you living your best life while she’s stuck with Finance Bro Ken."

"She made her choice."

"And you made yours." Madison reached across the table to take my hand. "Several choices, actually. Isabella, Luna, soon Sofia..."

"And you," I reminded her. "Always you."

"The constant among your variables." She squeezed my fingers. "I like that. Though speaking of variables, tell me more about tomorrow. Two interviews and a seduction?" We settled into discussion.

’Tomorrow would be intense. But tonight was just beginning. And Lea Martinez was about to spend her entire meal watching what she could have had.’

The night stretched ahead, full of possibility and the sweet satisfaction of winning a game I hadn’t even known I was playing.