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courtroom. What were the odds? “Do you always help out at trial?” he asked.
She inhaled deeply. “No, this is my first one.”
Her first, his first. More luck than he could muster. “And you’re screwing with the jury foreman.” He slid his hand down her arm and squeezed.
“You’re the foreman?”
“Yep. Got voted in yesterday.” He hadn’t wanted the job, but no one else seemed to know what they were doing. So he’d spoken up first, gotten them organized, and wound up taking charge.
“Great,” she groaned. “Alex would kill me if he found out.”
They stopped at an intersection with no traffic light, just a stop sign. JT turned and directed her across the street. “Is your boss a real hardass?”
She shook her head and smiled. “No, he’s a great guy. We work well together.”
“Have you ever…?” Shit, how do I ask this without calling her a slut? “Has he ever tried to sleep with you?”
Claire’s soft laugh tickled his shoulder. “I’m sure he wanted to, but he’s always kept it professional. Well, mostly. He flirts with me a lot, but he’s toned it down recently.”
“Why?”
“He has a girlfriend… who has a boyfriend.” She shivered and sighed. “It’s complicated.”
Sand slipped under his feet as he stopped in his tracks. “Wait, he knows about her boyfriend?”
She tumbled back against him. “Oh yeah, they all live together.”
“That’s… interesting.” He resumed his pace, pondering various threesome scenarios.
“I never expected it to last, but they’ve been together over a year now. Alex used to come in to work grumpy every morning, but now he whistles all the time.”
JT grinned. “Sounds like he’s having fun.”
Claire nodded. “I know she is. We went out for lunch a few weeks ago, and she told me about some of their… bedroom adventures.”
He looked down at her and caught a sparkle in her eyes. “Kinky?”
“That’s just the beginning.” She glanced down at her shoes and kicked at a frozen chunk of snow. “But I wouldn’t mind trading places with her sometimes.”
“To be with her guys?” He needed to know exactly which place she wanted to be in before he probed her further.
“No, I could never sleep with my boss. I dated Will, the boyfriend, when he first moved here, but it didn’t work out.”
She knew both men intimately, had heard the details of their unorthodox sex from the girl, and apparently found the idea appealing. That’s a good place to be. “So you want to try a threesome?”
She stopped in front of the local candy store and gazed in the window, putting her hand on the frosty glass. “Do you know what my favorite chocolate is?”
“No.”
She pointed at decadent pieces arranged artistically on a tiered tray. “Dark chocolate with raspberry filling drizzled with white chocolate: three distinct flavors.” Then she turned to face him. “Does that make me a slut?”
Well, fuck me with a cherry on top. His clever rebel had shown him she enjoyed unusual indulgences. “No, I think it makes you normal.”
Her eyes danced in the silver moonlight as she took his hand and tugged him in the direction of their cars. “Well that’s boring. I don’t want to be normal. I thought my fantasies were wicked.”
Ah… fantasies. Great place. “Turns out they’re pretty common. At least that one is.”
She walked backward, quite a skill in those dangerous heels, clutching his shirt as he followed her lead. “And you know this because…?”
He slid his hands behind her, resting at the small of her back. “Women tell me things.”
She stopped short. “Oh really?”
His momentum carried them along. “You did.”
“Crap. Why’d I do that?” She rolled her eyes.
“Mmm… because you like me.” He nuzzled his cold nose against hers. Their heated breath mingled in the frosty air.
“Hmm… just a little.”
“More than a little.” He pulled his jacket closed around her and leaned in close. “I made you
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