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step further. Staring possibility in the face was more jarring than she expected.
The video started playing, complete with subtitles at the bottom. The visuals were gorgeous. “You drew these? You’re crazy talented.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” Jordan wore what had to be a semi-permanent smirk. “I didn’t get here on looks alone. I needed some talent.”
Chloe rolled her eyes, but she didn’t look bothered by the comment. “Besides, it’s harder for a guy to sleep their way to the top.”
“You wound me.” Jordan clutched his chest and feigned falling from the chair, but caught himself before he left the seat. “Looks like these transcend traditional labels.”
“Ass.” Chloe tried to slap him, but he caught her fingers before they hit his arm and kissed the tips, one at a time.
Liz turned her attention back to the video, embarrassed at being in the middle of the intimate moment. At least she didn’t have to worry about things like jealousy if the three of them did hook up. Chloe and Jordan were obviously infatuated with each other. She reached for the volume control and realized it was already turned up. “How come there’s no sound?”
“We don’t have anyone to do her voice.” Chloe slumped back in her seat.
“You?” Liz asked.
“No.” Chloe sounded as if that was a bad idea. “I couldn’t. I can’t.”
“Why not?” Liz read the lines aloud as the subtitles scrolled past. “See? Easy peasy.”
“Not for me. I hate the sound of my voice.”
“Liz, you’ve got it down.” Jordan picked up the hero’s lines.
Liz filled in the blanks, and within a minute or two, they were bouncing off each other, finding their voices, and bantering along with the animations on screen.
At some point during the evening, they all moved to the couch, still talking and laughing. Liz had worried she wouldn’t have anything in common with these two. Now she couldn’t remember a time in the recent past she’d had so much fun.
* * * *
Liz woke up to the teasing scents of jasmine and musk, neither one of them familiar. She opened her eyes, and joy flitted through her. She lay face-to-face with Chloe, whose back was to Jordan’s front. They fell asleep talking, last night. Nothing else happened. All that build-up, for such a simple evening. Liz had never experienced something like that, even with Mercy.
She focused on Chloe, who’d fallen asleep in her dress. The fabric had twisted around her during the night. Propriety said Liz should look away. She couldn’t help traveling her gaze along Chloe’s form, though—over round breasts, struggling to free themselves, down a narrow waist, along pale, slender legs exposed almost to the hip in places. The skirt slid higher, and Liz’s pulse jumped into her throat and hammered in her ears.
She dragged her attention back up, to find two pairs of eyes watching her. Her cheeks heated under the attention.
“Like what you see?” Jordan asked.
Liz swallowed but couldn’t work the moisture back into her throat. “Quite a bit.”
Jordan whispered in Chloe’s ear, and Chloe smiled, propped herself up on one elbow, and crashed her mouth down on Liz’s, hard and hungry. A jolt ran through Liz, starting at her lips, and sliding on sparks to her fingers. Her toes. Her core. She groaned into the kiss. It was like in the bar, but more intense. More vivid. She dropped her hands to Chloe’s hips, glided her palms up her stomach, and brushed the bottom of her breasts.
Liz was vaguely aware of Jordan moving from the bed, but she didn’t see to where because most of her attention was on Chloe. The way she tangled her fingers in Liz’s hair. Her soft gasp when Liz undid the top button on the dress. Liz was tired of fretting over every move and wondering if this was a good idea. Both her partners seemed willing, and God, Liz wanted this.
She trailed her fingers down the front of the dress and followed with her mouth along the path of skin as each
The video started playing, complete with subtitles at the bottom. The visuals were gorgeous. “You drew these? You’re crazy talented.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” Jordan wore what had to be a semi-permanent smirk. “I didn’t get here on looks alone. I needed some talent.”
Chloe rolled her eyes, but she didn’t look bothered by the comment. “Besides, it’s harder for a guy to sleep their way to the top.”
“You wound me.” Jordan clutched his chest and feigned falling from the chair, but caught himself before he left the seat. “Looks like these transcend traditional labels.”
“Ass.” Chloe tried to slap him, but he caught her fingers before they hit his arm and kissed the tips, one at a time.
Liz turned her attention back to the video, embarrassed at being in the middle of the intimate moment. At least she didn’t have to worry about things like jealousy if the three of them did hook up. Chloe and Jordan were obviously infatuated with each other. She reached for the volume control and realized it was already turned up. “How come there’s no sound?”
“We don’t have anyone to do her voice.” Chloe slumped back in her seat.
“You?” Liz asked.
“No.” Chloe sounded as if that was a bad idea. “I couldn’t. I can’t.”
“Why not?” Liz read the lines aloud as the subtitles scrolled past. “See? Easy peasy.”
“Not for me. I hate the sound of my voice.”
“Liz, you’ve got it down.” Jordan picked up the hero’s lines.
Liz filled in the blanks, and within a minute or two, they were bouncing off each other, finding their voices, and bantering along with the animations on screen.
At some point during the evening, they all moved to the couch, still talking and laughing. Liz had worried she wouldn’t have anything in common with these two. Now she couldn’t remember a time in the recent past she’d had so much fun.
* * * *
Liz woke up to the teasing scents of jasmine and musk, neither one of them familiar. She opened her eyes, and joy flitted through her. She lay face-to-face with Chloe, whose back was to Jordan’s front. They fell asleep talking, last night. Nothing else happened. All that build-up, for such a simple evening. Liz had never experienced something like that, even with Mercy.
She focused on Chloe, who’d fallen asleep in her dress. The fabric had twisted around her during the night. Propriety said Liz should look away. She couldn’t help traveling her gaze along Chloe’s form, though—over round breasts, struggling to free themselves, down a narrow waist, along pale, slender legs exposed almost to the hip in places. The skirt slid higher, and Liz’s pulse jumped into her throat and hammered in her ears.
She dragged her attention back up, to find two pairs of eyes watching her. Her cheeks heated under the attention.
“Like what you see?” Jordan asked.
Liz swallowed but couldn’t work the moisture back into her throat. “Quite a bit.”
Jordan whispered in Chloe’s ear, and Chloe smiled, propped herself up on one elbow, and crashed her mouth down on Liz’s, hard and hungry. A jolt ran through Liz, starting at her lips, and sliding on sparks to her fingers. Her toes. Her core. She groaned into the kiss. It was like in the bar, but more intense. More vivid. She dropped her hands to Chloe’s hips, glided her palms up her stomach, and brushed the bottom of her breasts.
Liz was vaguely aware of Jordan moving from the bed, but she didn’t see to where because most of her attention was on Chloe. The way she tangled her fingers in Liz’s hair. Her soft gasp when Liz undid the top button on the dress. Liz was tired of fretting over every move and wondering if this was a good idea. Both her partners seemed willing, and God, Liz wanted this.
She trailed her fingers down the front of the dress and followed with her mouth along the path of skin as each
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