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“I like sharing, with the right woman, the right willing woman. I’ve shared a woman with other men. I’ve had two women, but my focus is on the one I’m with.”
“Lili,” I whisper.
He brushes his lips against my hair. “Ten years ago.”
This is us, I think. Me and Hendrick, the quiet moments.
“You know, when you both had me, it was…” I try to think of the words, but they don’t come. But this is Hendrick. I can talk to him about anything. Jac would get pissy at first. Not because he wouldn’t understand, but because his temper wins out.
Since he’s not here right now, I try. “Because I want to say completed me and fulfilled in a way I’ve never had. But it doesn’t take away from one on one. Doesn’t mean something’s missing. It’s just different.”
Something grabs my attention, and I know without looking that Jac’s there. And he heard. But Hendrick says, “I don’t need to like him. I don’t think we’ll ever be friends, but I understand him and I think he gets it.”
He steps back.
Jac holds my gaze a long time. The arrogant, dirty Jac is there. He shifts his gaze to Hendrick and holds up a jar of honey.
Thank fuck Hendrick’s here, or I might think Jac’s got torture in his mind.
What am I thinking? Jac’s definitely got torture on his mind.
“Here I thought you’d be tongue or dick deep in her by now.” There it is, pure Jac, giving me a zap of spiky energy.
“You know what I like about you, Jac?” I ask.
“My big cock? Devastating good looks?”
“Your tiny ego, I’m fucking betting,” answers Hendrick.
“I was going to say demure nature, but that’s so much better.”
“Hendrick?” Jac calls with those wicked green eyes biting deep into me, sending shivers racing through my blood. “Got any extra sizzling hot sauce?”
Hendrick answers by pressing a button on his phone and setting it on the arm rest of the sofa. Slow, sensual strains of a trumpet, and I could come from the atmospheric, dark erotic undertones alone.
“Miles Davis,” Hendrick says as I move to it, losing myself to the magic. “They improvised the score while watching the film.”
Jac’s fingers slide over my nipples then up to my mouth, sliding in, and I’m hit with a sweet fire.
“What film?” he asks before turning his attention fully to me. “The spiced honey is good, isn’t it?”
“Lift to the Gallows.” Hendrick joins us and pulls my head back to kiss me. “I think I just found a preferred method of eating honey.”
Jac dips in and kisses me long and slow, licking the inside of my mouth, and I tremble. Hendrick’s moved off and taken my wine. There’s a clink of glass on glass and liquid splashing.
“I’m thinking it’ll go good with the Hibiki.”
He must have gotten some more.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m in the starts of sensory overload as Jac’s fingers slide down to my pussy, warm and slow. He rubs me.
“It did taste good, and it’s about to taste better. Now, be a good slut and get on the fucking coffee table,” Jac demands.
I look at him. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
