“The alternative is he leaves, Moira. He doesn’t think he can have happiness here because he thinks I won’t share mine.” I let a finger move up under the scant fabric of her panties and run it between the folds of her pussy. “We love Griff, don’t we?” She nods her head tentatively and I push a finger inside her. I can see how tempted she is for her head to drift back, but she’s focused on me, on my directions for her to go up to our bedroom and wait for another man to come fuck her.

I circle her clit lazily, making her feel good, but not too good.

“So we’re going to show him,” I tell her, pressing my lips against the side of her face to soothe her. “Only you can fix this, sweetheart. I’d fix it if I could, but my hands are tied. What he needs, he needs from you.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she tells me, her tone soft. “He’ll only feel teased if you do this. If he has me once, that doesn’t make me his, it only gives him something else to think about when he’s feeling left out. And I don’t want to be with anyone but you. Only you’re supposed to touch me. I belong to you. We’re married. We spoke vows to one another—and I meant them.”

“So did I,” I assure her, calmly. “But you’re not doing anything wrong. I’m the one suggesting it. You aren’t hurting me. You love Griff, don’t you?”

Her eyes dart away from mine. “Well, yes, but…”

“And you don’t want him to leave? You don’t want him to dissolve our partnership and disappear from our life?”

“Of course not.”

“Then do as I say.” I withdraw my finger from her body, pulling her dress back down and leaning in to kiss her lips. “You’re a smart woman with good instincts. You’ll be able to figure out what to do with him. Do whatever you need to do. Show him he doesn’t have to feel left out.”

Frowning, Moira stands. “I’m not a toy, Sebastian. I may follow your orders when it’s fun, but this is too far. You can’t just rent me out to your friend. Did you already tell him to come?”

“I did,” I verify.

“So, what if I don’t want to have sex with Griff? What then?”

There’s not much I can say to that. “Well, sweetheart, then I sign the papers and let him out. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, obviously, but don’t say you don’t want to for me. I don’t want Griff to leave. I don’t want that to happen. If you can’t do it, you can’t do it.” I shrug. “If you can, I want you to. I love Griff and I don’t want to lose him, but I don’t want him to be miserable, either.”

That seems to knock some of the wind out of her sails. She crosses her arms protectively, rubbing her elbow and looking off at nothing. I think she just doesn’t want to look at me. “It doesn’t bother you? To think of… of someone else being with me?”

“Someone else, yes. Griff, not so much. Not if he needs it.”

“It would bother me,” she says, softly.

I smile at her. “Well, I should hope so. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Exactly.” She sits on the edge of the couch and rests a hand on my thigh, her big blue eyes imploring. “And I only want you.”

“All right.” I nod, but I know I don’t look pleased. I probably should be. All I can feel is the loss, though. It’s not even fair to expect Moira to fix this for me, but that’s what Moira does. She fixes things—if a button pops off my shirt, she sews it back on; if something weighs on my mind, she listens and shares the burden.

Maybe this is too much. What Griff wants isn’t simple, I know that. I’m willing to try it, I’m willing to share, but if she’s not, the idea pretty much dies.

Finally, looking at my knee instead of my face, she says, “Tell me again why I should do this.”

“It’s gonna hurt to lose him,” I say honestly.

“Hurt you,” she says, to verify.

“Of course. And you, I imagine.”

She nods her head, pensively.

“But if you’re not attracted to him, this is a moot point.”

“I didn’t say that. It’s… I’m not… You’re my husband, so I only feed my attraction to you. You know I love you both, but not the same way. This is not something I ever thought… I don’t know how this works.” She looks up at me now. “What if I do this and you’re wrong? What if you’re not okay with it?”

“This is my idea. I accept full responsibility for it.”

“What good will that do if you can’t even look at me tomorrow?”

“That’s not going to happen,” I assure her, placing my hand over hers. “I love you. I’m secure in our love, in

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