"I missed you," he said, his voice low. His eyes moved over her face, her hair, the neckline of her dress. "You look incredible, by the way."
His hand dropped to her knee under the bar, warm and heavy through the thin fabric of her dress. He let it rest there for a moment, then slid it slowly up her thigh — not far, just enough to make a point. Lily's breath caught. She shifted on the stool, and she felt it — the unmistakable warmth building between her legs, the wetness that came whenever he touched her like he had every right to.
"Osiris," she warned.
"Mmm. Say my name like that again and we'll have a problem before Marta even gets here."
She bit her lip and looked away, trying to collect herself. He chuckled softly and withdrew his hand, picking up the fresh margarita the bartender had placed in front of him.
"You're going to behave?" she asked.
"Sorry I'm late," she said, kissing Osiris on the cheek. Then she turned to Lily, and her smile widened. "You must be Lily."
Lily stood and extended her hand, but Marta bypassed it completely and pulled her into a hug. A real one — arms around her shoulders, bodies close. It lingered a beat longer than Lily expected, and when Marta pulled back, she kept her hands on Lily's arms, looking at her with open appreciation.
"So nice to finally meet you," Marta said. "Osiris talks about you all the time."
"Only good things, I hope," Lily managed.
"Very good things." Marta's eyes moved over her face. "He was right. You're beautiful."
Lily laughed nervously. "That's very kind of you."
"It's just true." Marta sat on the stool beside her, close enough that their knees almost touched. "So — real estate. Tell me everything."
They ordered another round. Marta was easy to talk to, which made Lily feel worse. She was smart, funny, direct — the kind of woman Lily would have liked under different circumstances. They discussed neighborhoods, market trends, rental income potential. Lily answered questions professionally, grateful for the structure of the conversation.
But Marta kept touching her. A hand on her arm when she laughed. A lean into her shoulder when she made a joke. Nothing overt — just proximity, warmth, the kind of physical ease that some women had naturally. Lily told herself it was cultural, that Marta was just affectionate. But something about it made her pulse skip.
After their second round, Osiris leaned back and looked between them. "You know what — we should take this to the condo. I've got a better bar setup there, and we can look at some of the listing sheets Lily brought without squinting at a phone screen."
Marta nodded. "That sounds perfect."
Lily hesitated for half a second, then smiled. "Sure. That works."
The condo was fifteen minutes away — his Miami Beach place, the one with the balcony view that had made her breath catch the first time she'd visited. They took his car, Marta in the front seat, Lily in the back, watching the city lights blur past the window and trying not to think about the last time she'd been in this car, heading to this condo, with very different intentions.
Inside, Osiris went straight to the kitchen. "Margaritas okay? I've got good tequila."
"Perfect," Marta called.
Lily wandered to the balcony doors, looking out at the ocean. The moon was out, silver on the water. She heard ice clinking, the blender running, Osiris moving comfortably in his space.
Marta came up beside her. "This view," she said softly. "I can see why he loves this place."
"It's stunning," Lily agreed.
Marta looked at her. "Lily, can I tell you something?"
Lily's stomach tightened. "Of course."
"Osiris told me that you two were together years ago. In New Jersey. A long time ago."
The air left Lily's lungs. She tried to keep her face neutral, but she could feel the color draining from it. "He... told you that?"
"Yes. And I want you to know — it doesn't bother me. Not even a little." Marta touched her arm again. "I'm not threatened by you. I promise."
Lily swallowed hard. "Marta, I —"
"You don't need to explain anything. It was forty years ago. People have pasts." She smiled, and there was something in it — something that made Lily's mouth go dry. "I see why he was attracted to you. You're gorgeous, Lily. And smart. And I can tell you're warm, even though you're sitting there like you're about to face a firing squad."
Lily let out a shaky laugh. "I guess I'm just... not used to this situation."
"You don't need to be tense. We're just having drinks." Marta squeezed her arm. "Come sit down."
Osiris handed them fresh margaritas as they settled onto the couch. This was Lily's third drink, and she could feel it — the soft edges, the loosening in her limbs, the way her thoughts were getting slower and warmer. She sipped and tried to relax.
Marta sat close to her. Closer than before. Her thigh pressed against Lily's, and she didn't move away.
"So," Marta said, "tell me about the properties you had in mind."
Lily started talking — something about a duplex near Wynwood, a condo in Brickell — but she was having trouble focusing. Marta was leaning in, nodding, her eyes on Lily's mouth. And then Osiris walked past behind the couch with another round, and as Lily reached for her glass, she felt Marta's hand on her waist.
Not casually this time. Deliberately.
Marta moved behind her. Lily felt her breath first — warm against her ear, her hair brushed aside — and then Marta's hands slid over her shoulders, down her arms, slow and firm.
"You're so tense," Marta whispered. "Let go."
Lily's mouth opened, but nothing came out. She felt Marta's lips on her neck — soft, then wet, then open-mouthed, kissing the sensitive skin just below her ear. A sound escaped Lily's throat before she could stop it. A moan, quiet and involuntary.
"That's it," Marta murmured against her skin. "Don't fight it."
Lily's eyes fluttered. She felt Marta's hands moving over her body — her collarbones, the swell of her breasts above the dress, her stomach — and every nerve was firing. She couldn't think. The alcohol, the warmth, the hands, the mouth on her neck — it was all blurring together.
Then Osiris was in front of her. He knelt, took her face in both hands, and kissed her. Deep, slow, his tongue sliding against hers. She tasted tequila and salt and him. He pulled back just enough to speak.
"You're mine tonight, Lily." His voice was low and certain, the way it got when he took control. "Just relax and enjoy."
She whimpered against his mouth.
He guided her hand down — past his chest, past his stomach — and pressed her palm against the hard length of him through his pants. He was thick and fully hard, and the feel of it sent a jolt through her body. She curled her fingers around him, instinct taking over.
Marta's hands slid down to her hips. "Stand up for me, beautiful."
Lily stood on unsteady legs. Marta turned her gently, then pressed down on her shoulders, guiding her to her knees on the plush rug. Lily was shaking — anticipation, nerves, desire, all of it tangled together.
Marta knelt beside her and whispered in her ear. "I want to watch you take his cock. I've been thinking about this since he first described you."
Lily's head spun. She looked up at Osiris, who was already unbuttoning his pants, his dark eyes locked on hers. He freed himself — long, thick, hard as stone — and wrapped his hand around the base.
"Open your mouth," he said.
She did.
He slid between her lips, and the taste of him filled her senses — warm, slightly salty, skin stretched tight. She closed her mouth around him and sucked, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft. He groaned, his hand finding the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.
"Fuck, Lily," he breathed. "Just like that."
She moved slowly at first, getting reacquainted with the shape of him, the weight of him on her tongue. She took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and felt his hips push forward. Her eyes watered slightly, and she didn't care.
Behind her, Marta was everywhere. Her hands slid under Lily's dress, up her thighs. Her mouth traced a line down Lily's spine through the fabric. Then Marta pulled the dress up and over Lily's hips, exposing her — lacy black underwear, the fabric already damp.
"Lie back," Marta said softly, guiding Lily down. "Keep sucking him. I'll do the rest."
Lily adjusted — on her back now, head tilted up toward Osiris, who knelt above her and slid himself back into her mouth. She reached up and gripped his thigh, pulling him closer, taking him as deep as she could.
Marta lifted Lily's legs and positioned herself between them. She removed Lily's underwear with deliberate slowness, then pushed her thighs apart. Lily felt the cool air hit her wetness, and then — Marta's mouth.
She gasped around Osiris's cock as Marta's tongue found her. Marta started slowly, tracing the length of her, tasting her, then focused with devastating precision on her clit. Lily's hips bucked involuntarily, and Marta held them down with both hands.
The sensation was overwhelming. Osiris above her, filling her mouth, his rhythm steady and controlling. Marta below, her tongue working in slow circles, then faster, then slipping inside her, then back to her clit. Lily's body was a live wire — every nerve singing.
She moaned around Osiris's cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath. "You feel so fucking good," he said, his hips moving faster now. "Don't stop."
Lily couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted to. She was drowning in sensation — the fullness in her mouth, the heat between her legs, Marta's hands gripping her thighs, Marta's tongue relentless and skilled. She felt the orgasm building like a wave, slow and deep and unstoppable.
Marta seemed to sense it. She intensified — sucking Lily's clit, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them forward. Lily cried out, muffled by Osiris, her body arching off the floor. The wave crested and broke, and she came hard — pulsing around Marta's fingers, her whole body shaking, a muffled scream escaping around Osiris's cock.
Osiris pulled out of her mouth, his breathing ragged. He stroked himself twice, three times, and then came across her chest — hot, thick ropes of it landing on her skin, her collarbones, the swell of her breasts. Lily gasped, her body still trembling from her own climax, watching him finish above her.
Marta didn't stop. She kept her mouth on Lily, gentler now, working her through the aftershocks until Lily was twitching and whimpering and finally pushing her head away gently because she couldn't take any more.
Lily whimpering with pleasure said to Marta, now it is my turn. After kissing Marta, tasting her delicious juices Lily slowly took Marta's breath in her mouth. Her nipples so erect, Lily and Marta moaned. "Lower Lily" Martha pleased as Lily worked her mouth over her stomach. Lily got wet again as she could smell Marta's sensual aroma. She waited no longer, eager to taste Marta as she buried her face between her legs. The flavor was intoxicating, but not as intoxicating as Marta's moans for Lily. Marta moaned louder as Lily pleasured her with her tongue and Osiris entered Lily from behind with his well endowed cock. The three of them fucked like this for several more minutes until they all climaxed together.
The room went quiet except for breathing.
Lily lay on the rug, dress bunched around her waist, chest heaving, covered in sweat and everything else. She stared at the ceiling and tried to remember her own name.
Marta sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking entirely too pleased with herself. She leaned over and kissed Lily's stomach softly. She then kissed lily on the mouth. Lily loved the taste of her wetness on Marta's mouth. They kissed long and hard. Marta asked Lily if she wanted her, Lily said yes. Lily took Marta's breast in her mouth. It tasted like heaven. As Marta moaned Lily and Marta masturbated each other to orgasm holding each other.
Osiris collapsed onto the couch above them, one hand draped over his face. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.
Lily started laughing. She couldn't help it. It bubbled up from somewhere deep and slightly hysterical, and once it started, she couldn't stop. Marta joined her, and then Osiris, and the three of them sat there — wrecked, disheveled, laughing like idiots in a Miami Beach condo with the balcony doors open and the sound of the ocean filling the room.
"So," Lily said finally, catching her breath, "about that investment property."
Marta snorted. "I think we've already made a pretty significant investment tonight."
Osiris reached down and offered Lily his hand. She took it, and he pulled her up onto the couch beside him. Marta settled on her other side, and Lily found herself sandwiched between them — warm, spent, surprisingly comfortable.
"I have a question," Lily said.
"Anything," Osiris replied.
"Next time," she said, "can we skip the real estate talk and just go straight to the drinks?"
Marta laughed and kissed her shoulder. "I like her."
Osiris looked at Lily, his dark eyes soft and warm. "I've always liked her."
Lily leaned her head back against the couch and smiled at the ceiling. The guilt would probably come back — it always did — but right now, in this moment, with the ocean outside and the two of them on either side of her, she couldn't quite remember why.
"Next Thursday?" Marta asked casually, tracing a circle on Lily's knee.
Lily turned to look at her, then at Osiris, then back at Marta.
"I'll check my calendar," she said. "But I think that can be arranged."
Marta grinned. "Bring the listing sheets anyway. We can use them as coasters."