Page 7 of The Forbidden Trio

“And?” she prompted.

“And… there was a woman who’d been watching us all night. She was there with a group of people, but we both saw the way she kept stepping away from them, her eyes on us.”

“I can’t say I blame her,” Jessie said with a laugh, even as a small stab of jealousy went through her.

“She was cute,” Paul said.

“She was smokin’,” Noah said.

“Not as beautiful as our Jessie here.”

Her system gave another shudder of pleasure as she tried to figure out if Paul was simply being her friend, or if he meant something more. But she was more than a little tipsy, and her imagination was running wild, along with her thready pulse. Was it possible both the guys were into women? Was it possible Paul was into her?

Be still my beating heart. And whatever’s beating between my thighs. Jesus.

“So, there was a hot girl fawning over you, and then what?” she asked.

“Then Noah went over there and asked her to join us for a drink.”

“Which turned into taking her back to Paul’s hotel.”

Jessie felt her jaw drop. “So, the first time you two were together was a three-way? With a woman?”

“I like girls,” Noah said, his gaze soft on hers.

Her brain went into overdrive. She didn’t want to think of Paul’s hands on another woman. But a small thrill went through her knowing Paul had been with a woman so recently—and a huge thrill knowing the guys were into threesomes. It was her fondest fantasy come true. Well, true for whoever that woman in Quebec was, anyway.

Paul is your best friend—nothing more—and your imagination is running away with things, so you might as well calm the fuck down.

“Okay, thanks for sharing, you two,” she said. “Or oversharing, as the case may be.”

Paul flashed a grin. “Surely that wasn’t too much information for you, sugar? I thought you’d find it interesting.”

He has no idea.

She bit her lip, not sure what to say. Was this some sort of veiled invitation? Or were they just buzzed on wine and trying to shock her? Her head was spinning. “It is interesting.” She bit her lip. “Um…”

“What?” Paul asked, his gaze on her face.

Was she reading desire there? Or was it simply wishful thinking? He’d had years to make a move on her, if it was ever going to happen, and she’d given up on hoping for something more than friendship with Paul. Most of her had, anyway. But a small spark of hope was flaring in her chest, even as need for him—for them both—flared in her system like liquid heat.

Paul.

Noah.

“What are you thinking, sugar?”

“Hmm… what? Um, just that I’ve had way too much wine.”

“Don’t worry—we’ll take good care of you. Come on, it’s time for bed.”

Paul helped her to her feet, and his hand on hers was an electric shock—that jolting, that hot.

“Whoa, Jess. Hang on.”

“I’m fine. Just have a nice little buzz going.”

He grinned at her. “Maybe more than a little.”

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