He ground his teeth. Maybe it wasn’t so amusing. She’d never told him about Mark.

  But… As he thought back. She’d never said or implied she would be exclusive to him.

  In fact… hadn’t she hinted otherwise?

  He’d dismissed it, thinking no one would do that.

  He should have asked questions.

  Learned.

  It was too late with Sara, but he wasn’t going to let a lesson go to waste.

  Always learn.

  Curling up against Mark, Jason closed his eyes and let himself drift into sleep against the warm body.

  So warm.

  I could get used to this.

  Chapter Nine

  “How do I look?”

  Jason looked up from his—Sara’s—phone. Mark had an important meeting or something, there had been missing context that Sara likely knew, and Mark assumed that Jason, in Sara’s body, must know. Not wanting to confuse him, Jason had just nodded along.

  A quiver touched Jason’s lips. Mark was a gorgeous man, with shoulder-length, sandy hair, a superhero build, and a generous smile. Along with a more than generous cock.

  However… he did not wear a suit well. Or maybe the suit just wasn’t cut for him. The jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, while somehow hanging forlornly after his chest.

  Mark sighed. “That bad?”

  “Well, it’s not terrible,” Jason lied.

  “Fuck. I don’t see why I have to do these stupid meetings.”

  Jason shrugged. As far as he could figure out, Mark was an artist of some kind online. What that meant and why that meant he had to wear a badly fitting suit was beyond Jason’s knowledge. Nor could Jason think of any way to ask without drawing attention to his lack of knowledge. He’d toss a few texts at Sara, to his own phone, but Mark had been the one to unlock it, so he clearly had full access.

  No. Jason just had to ride out the body swap and then let Sara deal with the problems. He rolled like a cat, still naked on the soft-covered bed.

  Eyes wide, Mark watched then let out an even bigger sigh. “You are such an evil bitch.”

  Jason startled and sat up, but Mark didn’t even seem to notice anything wrong with what he’d said. The language these millennials uses was just nuts. Evil bitch shouldn’t be a term of endearment!

  Trying to cover for his slip, Jason laughed.

  “I’ll be back. Well. Tomorrow probably.”

  “Okay, I’ll miss you.” Am I supposed to say I love him?

  Wait.

  Tomorrow?

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, I have some late interviews, no way I’m making it back tonight.” He grinned. “I did manage a place to stay. I’ll tell you all about her tomorrow.”

  Jason surged onto his knees as his stomach fell while anger flared. His cheeks heated. Before he could say anything, Mark leaned over and kissed him.

  “Goodbye, babe. Try not to forget your password while I’m gone. I might have some videos to share.” He winked and waltzed out of the room, leaving a gaping Jason.

  What was wrong with these people? Who casually dropped they were spending the night with another woman, to their girlfriend!?

  Had he misinterpreted their relationship? Were Sara and Mark just casual lovers? He shifted on the bed, pushing down a feeling of unease. Whatever they were, Sara couldn’t just go around fucking other men while dating him! It wasn’t right.

  Was that how Carla felt?

  Flopping down on the bed, Jason played with a breast. It wasn’t sexual, precisely. More… fun.

  The door chirped.

  Mark must have forgotten something. Jason jumped up with a grin. So, I’m an evil bitch? Well, let's give you a show!

  He strolled to the bedroom door even as the sound of the front door opening reached him. Trying to put a sashay into his hips, moved slowly into the living area.

  And stopped.

  His jaw dropped.

  The man standing in the doorway was not Mark. Mark never wore that expensive of a suit.

  Heart pounding, Jason took a step back.

  How?

  Why?

  The salt and pepper haired man looked Jason up and down before meeting Jason’s shocked expression with a smile. “Hello, Sara. Miss me?”

  Jason watched Lawrence Jacobs move around the living room like he owned the place. Straightening a flowerpot before sitting with his arm draped across the back of the seat.

  What was he doing here?

  He’d just walked in!

  With a key.

  How?

  Why?

  Questions burned in Jason’s mind, but a moment later, he realized he was still naked and squeaked. Taking a step back and preparing to turn to run into the bedroom, he wasn’t ready for Lawrence to speak.

  “Stop!” the familiar voice cracked and froze Jason in place. They’d been equals at one time. Friends even. But Jason had finagled a deal which resulted in Lawrence losing his position at the company.

  Of course, Larry saw it different. One of Jason cheating Larry out of his place, but the courts had settled on Jason’s side. No evidence. Of course not. Jason wouldn’t have made his move if there was evidence of wrongdoing.

  None of that explained the command in Larry’s voice. Nor the familiarity he had for Sara’s apartment.

  “Get me some coffee, we have things to discuss.”

  Jason blinked. Did he really think…

  “Now Sara, I’m not in a good mood.”

  The menacing tone, combined with the disparities in their current positions caused Jason to take a step towards the kitchen.

  No. This is my apartment, sort of. I don’t have to obey. But… it might be quicker if he just heard the man out.

  Thankfully, Sara had one of the fancy, single cup coffee makers. It had been decades since Jason had made real coffee.

  He carried a cup in trembling hands. Just one. He hadn’t trusted himself to manage more than one. Breaking or dropping a hot cup of coffee was not the direction Jason wanted to go.

  Larry out the door would be much better.

  Maybe I should spill the coffee on him… But one look ruled that out. There was something… sinister about Larry. Jason hadn’t seen him since the last day in court nearly 5 years earlier.

  Handing the cup to Larry, Jason considered what to do. He was naked in front of a man who was not unfamiliar and seemed to have a place in Sara’s life. But what was that place?

  Larry took a sip before looking at Jason again. “Not bad. Now, have you considered my offer?”

  “Offer?” What offer? Sara hadn’t said anything about this.

  Setting his cup down on the table so carefully drew Jason off-guard, when Larry surged to his feet with an ugly expression on his face, Jason stumbled backward, only just catching himself on the couch arm.

  What was going on?

  “Do not play with me, girl. I made a generous offer. Now, what is your decision.”

  What could he say? Jason had no idea what Larry was talking about. None. This was a case where saying yes could do a lot of damage to Sara, and while he didn’t care about that—much—he feared there might be consequences to himself. Something he wasn’t seeing. Larry being here was an impossible coincidence.

  “I-I need more time.”

  Larry strode towards Jason. It wasn’t until Jason’s bulbous ass hit the wall that he realized he’d been retreating from Larry.

  But under the fear.

  The confusion.

  Under it all, Jason’s body responded. The—almost—now familiar lust flared in between his legs. His cunt tensing, pulsing. He licked his lips. What would it be like to be with a man like Larry?

  No!

  Absolutely not. There were limits.

  But Larry stood inches from Jason, well within his personal space and Jason’s head spun. Yes. No. Yes. No.

  Maybe.

  Breathing heavily, Jason squeaked out, “What do you want?”

  “You,” Larry growled and kissed Jason.

  Shocked, Jason didn’t even pull away. A momentary pause and he was kissing the man back.

  Greg had kissed him.

  Mark had kissed him.

  But Larry kissed him.

  The difference was night and day, and yet Jason couldn’t point to any one thing that was different.

  “Give up your poly lifestyle. Be my wife.”

  Jason swayed on his feet, confusion and lust competing for the upper hand in his head.

  No!

  This was beyond what Jason had signed up for. Not that he’d signed up for anything, lawyers would rip apart that stupid online agreement not to sue.

  Probably.

  He hadn’t wanted to test it. But if this went on too long, he would.

  Meanwhile, he had to get rid of Larry, no matter what his body wanted.

  He started to ask Larry to leave, but Larry spoke first. “I’ll give you a taste.”

  “A taste?” Jason asked. Confused.

  “Once. Right now. See what I’m asking you to do. That seems fair. Doesn’t it?”

  It did.

  Wait. No, it didn’t!

  But… Jason licked his lips. Glanced at Larry. He wasn’t the muscular man that either Greg or Mark were, but he was handsome. Slender, lean muscled. A still young-looking man, despite his over 50 years. Dignified. Even though Jason had destroyed him. Had Larry rebuilt?

  Likely. He’d been good. Just surprised by Jason’s lack of… loyalty.

  Maybe…

  Just once?

  What am I thinking?

  “You’ve never given in. Surrendered,” Larry whispered. “There is power in surrender.”

  Jason shuddered.

  He couldn’t.

  Could he?

  Just once?

  Once?

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Greg had been gentle.

  Slow.

  Loving.

  Even though he hadn’t known Jason—or Sara.

  Mark had been quick, fierce, but still, there had been an element of… well. Love.

  Lawrence was brutal.

  Sadistic almost.

  Possessive.

  Their second kiss, he bit Jason’s lip. A shock and pleasure in one.

  Pain.

  Light, but still pain.

  Faded into pleasure.

  Grew again when Larry nipped at his neck.

  Over his breasts.

  Jason screamed at the bite to his nipple.

  How could something hurt and feel good?

  Was this Sara’s body? She’d never said anything.

  Jason almost called out his safeword, the word Larry had insisted would stop him.

  He didn’t.

  Though a part of him that remembered being a man, an alpha even, if the word had meaning, that part of him fought for control.

  But.

  Larry was right.

  He’d never surrendered.

  Never given in.

  It felt…

  Wonderful.

  Larry built the pressure, mixing pleasure and pain into a heady stew of the ultimate bliss. He seemed to know just when Jason approached orgasm and backed off. Leaving Jason withering on the vine. Crying for release.

  And each time the explosion built bigger.

  The cuffs Larry had brought, chaffed.

  Adding more.

  The blindfold kept each nip, each pinch, each kiss, each lick a surprise until it happened.

  More.

  When Larry finally, hours later it seemed to Jason, mounted him, the pleasure rushed out in an orgasm that rose above the others he’d experienced as a woman.

  How?

  Why?

  Afterward, Larry held him while Jason sobbed.

  Everything that had happened to him and it was this sex, with his old enemy, that finally pushed him into letting it all out.

  Larry slipped out in the morning with a word of caution.

  He was a patient man, but he was running out.

  One week.

  Decide in one week, or he’d move on.

  Jason’s heart pounded.

  One week.

  He’d be a man in one week.

  The chance lost.

  What could he do?

  His heart pounded.

  What was he becoming?

  How could the possessive, sadistic Lawrence compare with the more loving Greg and Mark?

  Why would he respond so strongly?

  Was it once?

  Or would it happen again and again?

  And again?

  He wanted to return to being Jason Mallory.

  Didn’t he?

  The bodies would swap back no matter what he did.

  Except...

  Pregnant.

  Pregnant.

  Pregnant.

  Jason struggled to sleep but when he did his dreams were filled with dangerous thoughts. Staying as Sara.

  Chapter Ten

  “When is the swap back going to happen?” Jason screamed into the phone.

  “Calm down. I’m doing everything I can.” Stu said.

  “It’s not enough, you have to work faster.”

  Stu sighed loud enough that Jason suspected the expression was fake. “I’m sorry, Sar—Jason, this isn’t science. But the good news is you’ll swap back eventually anyway. Probably.”

  “Probably? How is that good news?” Jason asked.

  “Oh. Sorry. There’s just a small chance of it not working. Really small honestly. Just don't get pregnant and everything will be fine. I'm sure that doesn't matter. I’ll have you back long before the snapback happens. So just relax, have some fun being young again, and be patient.”

  The phone disconnected.

  Stu had hung up on Jason.

  Pregnant?

  Sara was a young woman. Prime of life really. The best time to get pregnant.

  Pregnant!

  “Ahhh!” Jason screamed.

  “Babe?”

  Jason spun around. Mark stood in the doorway, his overnight bag slung over his shoulder. A worried look crossed his face. “You okay?”

  Mark stepped inside, closing the door and moving towards Jason.

  Not quickly enough. Without a thought, Jason threw himself into Mark’s arms, sobbing.

  “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Strong arms held Jason close, while gentle hands caressed his hair.

  What was he doing? Getting held by a man?

  Comforted by a man?

  Loved by a man.

  Is that what Mark and Jason had?

  Desperate for just a small sample of love, he put a hand behind Mark’s head and pulled him down for a kiss.

  Fierce.

  Desperate.

  Needful.

  Desire.

  “Bedroom. Now,” Jason said.

  Mark scooped him up and carried him to the bedroom.

  Clothing flew.

  Naked, Jason pushed Mark back onto the bed.

  Straddled him.

  Fingers dove between his lips as he rode Mark. Desperate to drive Lawrence from his memory.

  The pain.

  Exquisite pleasure.

  Surrender.

  No surrender.

  With Mark, control fell to Jason.

  He took his lover.

  Fucked him.

  Rode him raw.

  And took him again.

  Their screams drew a bang on the wall from a neighbor.

  Jason didn’t care.

  He fucked Mark again.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  Never enough.

  The memories stayed.

  Even as he—finally exhausted—passed out in Mark’s arms.

  It wasn’t his young lover or the one-night stand with Greg his thoughts drifted to.

  Lawrence.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sara had always prided herself on her willingness to try new things. Life itself should be a big adventure, with never-ending excitement. It’s why she had dove into prostitution without hesitation.

  And she was willing to admit what she did. Why not?

  Some of her fellow practitioners liked to consider themselves sugar-babies or mistresses, Sara even knew a few who insisted they were concubines or escorts, but it came down to the same thing. They were paid to have sex. Which meant they were all whores.

  And who cared?

  Prostitution was a victimless crime.

  Or so she’d thought.

  Sara bit her lip, the habit noticeable in her new body. Her stomach twisted until she wasn’t sure if she was going to be car sick.

  Maybe it was just Jason’s normal feeling? But he’d never complained.

  No.

  She knew the truth.

  Guilt.

  The woman next to her in the taxi shifted, looking out the window.

  The reason for the guilt.

  Victimless crime.

  But how did Carla feel?

  Had she been okay with her husband having a lover, a paid lover at that? Their money had gone to support Sara’s lifestyle. Had Carla agreed?

  As if sensing Sara’s gaze, Carla turned, and their gazes met. Sara forced a smile, trying to imitate Jason. Then again, it’s not like Jason was a cheerful person. Maybe smiling had been the wrong play? Her smile faded, came back, faded. Sweat trickled down her neck despite the A/C running hard.

  Damn it. I thought this would be easy. After coming to accept the swap, Sara had thought it might be fun. Experiencing life as a man should be impossible, but here she was, swinging a cock and balls. Plans had formed, masturbation, exercise, even sex if she could manage without going overboard. Maybe a paid pro?

  They’d fallen apart when she’d been met by her wife.

  Jason’s wife. Can’t forget that.

  The woman’s lips quirked as if she could sense Sara’s confusion. Did wives have a second sense about their husbands? Would that even apply to a body swapped woman in Carla’s husband’s body?

  Ugh.

  Sara had never had a serious relationship. Oh, she lived with Mark, but that was… fun. He was a friend and lover, but they both knew it wouldn’t be permanent. Or if it were, it’d be exactly the same, both of them doing what they wanted and coming back for guiltless sex.

  Good sex.

  Great sex, really.

  Mark’s long cock had an upward curve that hit her in just the right spot, especially when Mark was behind her.

 

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