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“Chloë, believe me, my rational side knows for a fact that you’re not messing around with Sienna. But when it comes to you now, my emotional side has a pretty big say in how my mind works. It’s not an excuse, it’s an explanation. When I saw you with her today, I didn’t see it as Chloë innocently being out with her friend. I saw it as my girlfriend being out with a hot, young woman that she has throwaway sex with. And then my insecurities kicked in.”
Chloë looked at her.
“Insecurities?” she asked.
Morgan sighed, not really wanting to explain this part of things but knowing she had to. Rolling her eyes and then staring up at the ceiling, she said, “I never thought I’d be having this conversation with another woman…”
She took another deep breath and then looked at Chloë.
“I’m so new at all of this,” she began. “I imagine that Sienna is a much better lover than I am and seeing you with her I got scared that maybe you might run to her for more…advanced things.”
Chloë stifled a laugh.
“Advanced things, Miss Banks?”
“Don’t make fun of me!” Morgan whined.
Smirking, Chloë stepped forward until she was inches in front of Morgan. She encircled Morgan’s waist with her arms, pulled Morgan tight against her and held Morgan’s eyes with her own.
“Our sex is amazing,” she said.
“Promise?”
“I promise. And it’s only going to keep getting more amazing.”
“I’m sorry I got jealous,” Morgan whispered. “I just—”
Chloë shook her head.
“Dude, I get it. You’re right. Sienna isn’t like a normal friend and I never really considered how hanging out with her might make you feel. I can understand the suspicion.”
“But that doesn’t mean you should stop hanging out with her,” Morgan said.
“How about when I do hang out with her, I always tell you first? That way you’ll know at least.”
Morgan nodded.
“You don’t mind doing that?” she asked.
“Nope.”
Still keeping her arms around Morgan’s waist, Chloë leaned back a bit and lifted an eyebrow.
“Girlfriend, huh?”
Morgan blushed.
“Yes. Girlfriend,” she stated.
“You know, I kind of think it’s hot when my girlfriend is jealous,” Chloë purred.
“Is that right, Miss Marchand?”
“Yes, Miss Banks. And I also don’t feel like going out for steak anymore.”
Morgan felt her core responding to the huskiness of Chloë’s voice. Her clit pulsed in anticipation.
“I can order a pizza.”
