I nodded. “Are you?”
He crossed the room and sat beside me. “Yeah. I just…I think I need to talk it out.”
I grabbed his hand. “Me too.”
I turned toward him, our knees brushing. “You’ve seen me with other men before. But tonight…”
“That was my first time with another woman,” he finished for me.
I watched his face carefully. “How did it feel?”
He let out a slow breath, not quite smiling. “Better than I thought it would.” He watched me, gauging my reaction. I wondered if he was holding back for my sake.
My stomach fluttered, and not in the way I expected. I thought I might feel a twinge of jealousy, or even protectiveness. But all I felt was warmth. And maybe a little awe.
“I wasn’t sure if I’d like it,” he went on. “I didn’t know how it would feel crossing that line.”
I bit the lower side of my lip. “And?”
His mouth curved into a slow, almost surprised smile. “It felt natural. Like something we were always going to do, just…waiting for the right person.”
“Jackie,” I said softly.
He nodded. “Yeah. She’s just someone I know we both trust. Elliott too.”
I chewed on my lip for a second, then admitted, “I didn’t know how I’d feel either. Seeing you with another woman. I’ve seen you with men—fuck, Iloveseeing you with them—but this was different.”
His eyes found mine again, more curious now. Still hesitant. “And?”
“I loved it,” I said quietly. “Like…reallyloved it.”
His brow lifted, and he seemed a little relieved.
“It wasn’t just about watching you have sex. It was about seeing another side of you. How you are with someone else.”
He smiled a little. “I kept looking at you. Every time she moaned, or touched me, or came on my cock, I looked at you. Because I needed to know that you were still with me.”
I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, and when we pulled apart I took his hand.
“I was with you the whole time.”
His hands slid up my back. “I liked knowing you were right there watching. Not because I needed permission. But because youwantedme to.”
“I did,” I whispered, sliding my hand to the inside of his thigh, talking about it working me up again.
“And watching you with Elliott? Bloody hell, it was hot. Youbothwere so hot. And it made me feel proud. Like—‘That’smy wife. And she’s drivinghimcrazy.’”
I laughed softly. “Still so possessive, even while sharing me.”
“Always, sweetheart,” he said, smirking, his dimples deepening.
We sat in silence for a few more moments, just taking it all in together.
Then he leaned back on his elbows. “So…dinner?”
I raised an eyebrow at him playfully. “Do you think it’ll be weird? All of us clothed and discussing how good the food is?”
He laughed, head tipping back. “Nah, not at all.”
